All About Loving You
Chapter 13: Confesions
I had actually forgotten about Oliver's sister (Annelina) completely (maybe you remember her from one of the previous chapters). Anyway, after some shifting with the other chapters (I discovered that there wasn't really a coherence) I found here name. So, she'll show up in this new chapter, along with the Quidditch dolls.
These past few weeks have been the happiest of my life. Oliver and I were still going strong and our last Quidditch match was scheduled for this weekend. It would determinate which House would win the Cup.
I think I may have a good influence on him. He was spending less time thinking about new strategies. Instead he was relaxing in my arms in the Common Room, talking about the little things in life.
It was one of those peaceful evenings we were lying in one of the comfortable couches in the Common Room when Annelina showed up, Oliver's younger sister.
"Hey, kido," Oliver said, rumbling in his sister's hair. "What's up?"
I looked at her more closely, and saw that something was bothering her. "Are you okay, Annelina?" I asked her. I was quite attached to the girl (she was so damn adorable. She looked so much like her brother).
"Oh, well…" she bit her bottom lip and found her shoes much more interesting than our eyes. "It's just that I heard that Captain from the Hufflepuff team saying something today… And I thought you should know." She said very slowly, not sure how to act.
Oliver sat up almost immediately. "What did you hear?" He pulled his sister on the couch, like she was a feather. She looked at me from the corner of her eyes and I saw her swallow.
"Would you rather talk alone with your brother? I can leave, if you'd feel more comfortable."
She shook her head violently. "I think… No, I know it involves you what he said. So I think you should stay."
I shifted in the sofa uneasily. "Should Oliver leave maybe?"
Annelina looked at her brother. "No, I know you'd tell him anyway." She took a deep breath. "I was at the library today and that Captain boy was sitting there, too."
"Diggory," Oliver filled his sister in.
"Yeah, that's him. And well, he didn't see me sitting. If he would, he wouldn't have been talking that loud, because he knows I'm your sister." She coughed uneasily. "I heard him say that he send Flint after you." She had said those last words very silently.
"What do you mean?" I asked her, I didn't quite understood.
"He was very jealous when he saw you two together and he had delayed Oliver un purpose when he was trying to find you that day. Diggory wanted to find you first, before Oliver did. He thought that this would change your mind. And maybe you'd be wanting him instead of my brother."
I swallowed three times. Diggory was behind all of this?
"He didn't want Flint to hurt you. He had told him just to scare you. Diggory said that too, in the library." Annelina added, looking tired all of a sudden.
Oliver snorted. I hadn't really paid any attention to him when Annelina was telling her story. He was agitated and red in the face. He was on the verge of knocking down a wall, if he had to.
"I hope you're not mad at me?" Annelina said, looking frightened.
"Oh, honey. Of course I'm not mad. I'm glad you told me." I said, honestly. I gave her a hug. "Why don't you tuck in early, today? You look really tired."
Oliver kissed her on her cheek and the girl went up the dormitories.
"I'm going to kill him!" Oliver said, very loud. Some second-years looked around alarmed.
"Oliver, calm down." I said, pulling him back on the couch next to me. "There's really nothing you can still do, tonight."
He was too angry to stand still, he paced up and down the Common Room. "When I see him, tomorrow… I'll give him a piece of my mind." He kicked a poof where some young girl was sitting on. She yelled and ran away from him.
"Oliver, sit down. People are getting scared."
Oliver looked at me, and his face softened. "I'm sorry. But I can't help it." He jumped next to me and rested his head against my legs. "Whenever something involves you, I get jumpy."
"I think that's quite attractive in a man." I said, ruffling his hair. "You know what," I said to him, "maybe we should involve the twin in this."
"Fred and George? What can they do?"
I smiled at him. "They can do a lot of things, if you get my drift."
He thought my words over. Suddenly, he understood. "You're evil, Katherine Bell. Truly evil."
At that moment, the twins decided to show up. I beckoned them. It was pay back time.
The last match of the season was today. The team and especially Oliver, hadn't slept much that night.
Oliver was trying to give us some last-minute tactics with his mini-dolls, but it was no use. The dolls were just as nervous as we are, so Oliver threw them back in his bag.
"The most important thing you all need to remember," he said while we were walking toward the Quidditch pitch, "is to stay focused, calm and think about the tactics we discussed."
"Like we remember anything he tried to tell us," Fred mumbled.
We walked on the pitch. People were shouting.
"Captains, shake hands." Madame Hooch said. Oliver and Montague tried to break each other's hand.
"Mount your brooms!" She whistled and we were all up in the air.
Angelina threw me the Quaffle. I ducked because of a bludger one of Slytherin's beaters had send me. I passed the Quaffle to Alicia and she scored.
The Gryffindor stands went crazy.
"And there goes Montague," Lee said. "He's passing the Quaffle to Warrington… That's cheating!" Lee suddenly yelled.
I flew to Angelina, who was in some kind of trouble (Montague was pulling her hair). I flew under her so she could just drop the Quaffle. I flew toward the Slytherin hoops and scored.
Madame Hooch gave us a penalty and I scored once again.
"Good one, Katie!" Lee commented. "And there we go again. That buffoon Warrington…"
"Lee!" said McGonagall, interfering his excellent commenting.
"100 to 50 for Gryffindor," Lee continued, ignoring McGonagall. "And I think Harry Potter has seen the Snitch! Gryffindor wins!"
I turned around and I saw Harry holding the Snitch high in the air. I landed and got into a group hug with Angelina and Alicia. We had won the Cup!
Oliver came to me and he hugged me, trusting the Cup into Harry's hands.