All About Loving You

Chapter 7: To Diet or Not To Diet

It was a beautiful Friday morning. I looked up at the ceiling of the Great Hall and felt the sun shining on my face. I sighed happily. It was almost weekend, no Quidditch practices and only the next day, I had a date with Cedric.

'Ok; listen up everyone,' Oliver took his seat next to Fred. 'I have been looking at the way you all eat this week. I have decided you will all follow a diet.'

George was shocked. He took another five pieces of bacon and ate them really quickly.

Oliver rolled his eyes. 'That means: no more eggs and bacon,' he took away Fred and George's plate. 'No more hot coco,' he waved his wand at Angelina's mug who was about to take a sip. 'No more chocolate for Alicia.' She looked like she could cry every second. 'No more pumpkin juice for Harry.' He just shrugged. 'And no more coffee for Katie.' He took my mug and emptied it on the floor.

'So, your breakfast then. Every morning you'll eat cereal and a piece of dry toast. You'll be drinking milk orfresh orange juice. Lunch will be a salad. And for dinner boiled chicken with very little rice.'

'You've got to be kidding, Oliver!' Alicia said. 'You can't expect from us to eat all that junk. Do you want us to pass out?'

'No, I want you all to have more energy.' Oliver replied, calmly to Angelina.. 'And I've created some new moves, I want you all on the field tomorrow at nine.'

'Morning, everybody.' I looked around and saw Cedric standing behind me. He gave me a kiss on my head. Oliver looked like he could pierce Cedric's heart with his wand. Cedric took a seat next to me. 'I thought we could have a picnic tomorrow on the school's grounds? But then I thought we could spend the whole day together.'

'She can't,' Oliver said quickly. 'We've got practice tomorrow.'

'Again? You've got to give your players a little rest too, Oliver.'

'Hear hear! I think I'll transfer to Hufflepuff.' Fred said. Oliver nearly killed him.

'You know what, Cedric,' I said stroking his hair. 'What about we meet each other around two o'clock in the afternoon?'

'Sound good to me,' he smiled widely and stood up. 'I've got Potions now, so I'll better leave before Snape arrives there first.' He winked at me and kissed me on the cheek. 'See you tomorrow!'

Oliver grumbled very loudly.

The next day I got up at six. Alicia and Angelina were still sleeping so I got out of the dormitory to get some breakfast, a decent one. I was only hoping I wouldn't stumble into Oliver. That freak always gets up at five.

I walked into the Great Hall and it was deserted. I sighed happily and walked to the Gryffindor table. I took a plate and filled it with eggs and bacon, white bread and jam. I took a big mug of coffee with lots of sugar.

'That's not the breakfast I wanted you to eat.'

Shit.

'But I'll forgive you just this once.'

'Oliver, good morning!' I said carefully.

'Morning, Katie.' He took a seat next to me and took cereal and a bit of dry toast. 'I want to give the right example,' he said winking at me.

I blushed. He had caught that and smiled, which made me blush even harder.

He ate his cereal. 'Merlin, that tastes just like plastic.' He grabbed his fork and started to eat my breakfast. 'Don't tell the others I said that, though.' He said, with his mouth full of my eggs.

'Hey! You've come up with that silly idea of eating extremely healthy!' I grabbed my plate and held it over my head. Not a good idea given that Oliver towered over me and just kept eating my breakfast.

'You're funny, Katie.' He said.

I said nothing and stared at the floor.

'Look,' he turned towards me and forced me to look at him. 'I know you have a date with Diggory, today. But remember that there are still other guys out there that also like you.'

'What do you mean?'

'I'm just saying you have to look at all your options.' He said mysteriously. 'I don't want you to be unhappy.'

'Oliver, I'm not unhappy.'

He took my hands into his and opened his mouth to say something.

'Well, well. The happy couple.' We both looked up and saw Flint. Oliver jumped up. 'No need to get defensive, Wood. You Gryffindors are always thinking that something is going to happen.'

'That's usually the case when you're around, Flint.' Oliver said. I saw he had his wand in his hand.

He laughed. 'Bell, you're looking good today.'

I shivered. 'I wish I could say the same thing about you.'

The smile from Flint's face disappeared. 'I don't like the way you're talking to me, Bell. Be careful, something might happen to you.'

'I wouldn't agree with you, Flint. Now if you would excuse us. We have to go.' Oliver grabbed my hand and we walked towards the door.

Suddenly I felt a pair of hands on my butt. I screamed.

Oliver turned around and planted his fist in Flint's face. He fell down and blood poured out of his nose.

'Not a good move, Wood.' He jumped up and attacked Oliver. I sighed and pulled my wand.

'Petrificus Totalus!' I said pointing my wand at Flint. I pulled up Oliver from the ground with a nice shiner. 'Let's go to the hospital wing,' I said. I couldn't help myself but smile.

'Auw! You're hurting me!'

'I'm sorry, Oliver. Madame Pomfrey told me I had to keep this thing to your eye.' I looked at that green, smelly thing I was holding. It looked like a mix of a steak and a sponge.

'That thing smells like dung.'

'For Merlin's sake. You men always have to whine like babies whenever you feel a bit of pain. Get a grip of yourself!' I pushed the green thing more on his eye. Oliver gasped and looked at me with the other eye.

'I could get used to this,' he said. 'I promote you to my personal nurse.'

I snorted. 'Don't get used to it.' I threw the steak/sponge away and took a fresh one.

'You usually cause me to come to this place, you know. My last visit was only two weeks ago.' He looked at me with his other eye.

'Oh yeah, that. I haven't quite apologised.' I looked at him, I saw his eyes sparkling. 'I'm not apologising. It was your fault. You should've left me alone. That's what you get from harassing a woman.'

'I will never have little Woods I think.'

I rolled my eyes. 'The world is saved then.'

'Lunch time!' Madame Pomfrey stood next to us with two trays. 'I'm sorry you have to nurse Mr. Wood, Mrs. Bell. But I have some first year who thought it would be funny if he tried a spell that's not quite of his level.' She rolled her eyes. 'Enjoy your lunch.'

'I think you'll have to feed me.'

'I beg your pardon?' I looked at him, suspiciously. I knew what he was about to say now.

'You refuse to apologise with words. If you feed me, I'll never mention it again.'

I sighed and rolled my eyes. 'You do know that this isn't the lunch you want us to eat?' I looked down on his plate. There was baked potatoes, tomatoes and a large steak.

He shrugged. 'I think I'll give up that diet. That is if you'll feed me of course.'

'Oh fine, I'll do it. You're annoying.'

He laughed. 'Maybe I am. But you're still feeding me.'