All about loving you

A.N.: School has started again, so I'm having so little time to write. But I'll do my best to update regularly. I'm in my final year now, and I got so much work to do. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter.

Chapter two: Denial

It's only the second day of the whole school year, and guess where I am at this moment. Right, Quidditch pitch. Oliver is showing us some new tactics with some miniature Quidditch players. It is pretty dull to see some little dolls fly around on mini broomsticks. Little Alicia was flying after the Quaffle and the twins were, of course, trying to kick each other of their brooms. The real twins found it hilarious and were supporting their mini-me's. Little and Big Oliver were of course so angry that he even sended us back up to the tower.

"If it's that easy to avoid those lame Quidditch strategies, I hope Oliver uses those dolls more often." Fred said while he slammed his locker shut. "Did you see his eyes bulging out? Quite funny if you ask me."

"Yeah, it sure was." Angelina said while she was drying her wet hair. "But I don't think he will be mild at our next practice."

"No problem, Katie will fix that little problem." George mentioned with a tone in his voice that you just couldn't trust.

I looked up in surprise. "What has this got to do with me?"

Fred rolled his eyes. "Wake up Katherine Bell. Isn't it clear that Oliver 'likes' you more then all the rest of us? When you would say 'kiss my butt' he would do it... Or 'please take it easy with the rest of the team', he would do it too."

I still didn't get quite his drift. "What are you insinuating, Fred?" I opened my locker to look after my deodorant.

"I am not insinuating a thing, Katie. I'm just saying that Oliver might have a little crush on you?" Fred said while smiling like a mad man. Luckily I had my head in my locker so they couldn't see me turn red.

"Come on, guys. I just couldn't possibly imagine that Oliver would like me in that sort of way. Ok, we do spent a lot of time together, but that's just because we are friends and nothing more. I don't think I could handle more then what happened last year. But that's not the point. It is even ridiculous to think that way about us and-"

"Katie? Talking to yourself again?" a familiar Scottish voice said.

I finally got my head out of my locker and looked around. Of course, all the rest had ran out of the changing room as soon as they heard Oliver coming. Great friends I have!

"What happened last year?" Oliver asked while he untied his Quidditch shoes.

Crap, what do I tell him now? Come on, Katie. Speed thinking! "Well eh... It's just that... No, maybe the fact that..." I took a really deep breath, and I was just about to tell him about Flint last year but...

"Listen, Katie. I don't want to force it out of you. If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. But just don't lie to me." He was standing up, again. The words that he just spoke were so strong, that I felt my heart skip a beat.

No, nooooooooo! I am not falling for Oliver Wood! Get out of here, Katherine! Run for your life!

I quickly grabbed my robes and wand. "Sorry, I just remembered I still got some homework to do and eh... I'll see you later!"

So, still wearing my Quidditch robes, I ran back to the castle.

I was just about to climb through the Fat Lady's portrait when some arms pulled me back. I shrieked and kicked my attacker. He grumbled, but didn't let me go.

He took me around the corner and pushed me against the wall. I thought I was going to faint, just because of his awful breath.

"Hello, Katie. I see you have just returned from Quidditch practise. You do know that you just look fabulous on a broom, right?"

He went with his disgusting nose through my hair and sniffed it. "Nice shampoo. But everything's nice about you." I still tried to kick, bite and spit, but he wouldn't release me.

Until he heard footsteps.
"You do know that I'll find you, right?" He laughed sinisterly. "See you later, Katie." He hissed, and took off.

This time I could fall. The footsteps came closer and I heard Oliver's voice say the Gryffindor password.

The next morning I was having breakfast with the rest of the team, except Oliver. Fred and George were throwing pancakes at Malfoy's head. The entire Gryffindor table couldn't stop laughing. Unfortunately, Malfoy didn't found it that amusing and hexed Neville. The poor boy has some kind of vegetable sticking out of his nose. I think it's a mixture between a carrot and some weird kind of a tomato.

"Hello, Gryffindors."

I know that voice behind me.

"It would be nice," his hand went up and down my spine, "if you would stop throwing pancakes at my Seeker." I tried to hit him, but he took both of my hands kept in one of his own. Why is the opposite sex always so strong? Damn it.

"And I think it would be nice, if you stay with your hands of my Chaser."

I love that Scottish voice. Flint instantly released me.

"Well, well, well. Wood. I see your little sister has followed your footsteps. I hope she doesn't get in my way, like you always do." He was now so close to Oliver, that I thought their nose tips were going to touch.

"If you dare harassing my sister, my Chasers or any other of my friends, I'll hex you." Oliver seemed calm, but I noticed that his fist was ready to give Flint a smack against his head.

Everybody in the Great Hall had stopped eating their breakfast, and were looking to Flint and Oliver. The tension was heavily built, but Flitwick came to the rescue.

"Any problems, gentlemen?" He squealed. I always have liked the man. Just because he's tiny. I love tiny men. With white hair standing up. He reminds me of Einstein.

"No problems here, professor." Flint said through gritted teeth. He turned around and went back to the Slytherin table. And I just knew that this wasn't the end.