So heres the next chap...took me a while, but i hope you like it! Oh, and please reveiw!

CHAPTER 2

The Mistake

It was the day of the much-anticipated game and Oliver Wood was a nervous wreck. He had not slept well that night and everything seemed to be going wrong. He tripped over the bed sheet getting out of bed, burned his toaster pastry for breakfast, and when he went to brush his teeth, accidentally dropped his toothbrush in the toilet.

It was a half hour before his team was to meet, so he was getting ready to apparate to the pitch when he saw Katie still fast asleep in his bed. Feeling guilty about leaving her, but not wanting to wake her, he decided to leave her a note for when she awoke. It read:

Kates,

Sorry I had to leave for the game. You looked so cute sleeping that I couldn't wake you. I will meet you after the game. I love you,

Oliver

He left it on the chair where all her clothes were thrown so she'd be sure to get it. Then he left for the pitch and was the first one there as always. He busied himself by polishing his broom as the rest of the team arrived.

When everyone was there at last, they had a quick team meeting then took to the field. Oliver was so nervous that his hands were sweating, making his handle slippery. He tried to calm himself, but then he spotted Katie in the stands and that made it all worse.

"Oh gods, I can't mess up in front of her in such an important game," he thought to himself. This was very different for him, for she never made him more nervous. In fact, he was in such a state that he didn't hear the whistle blow, see the other team gain control of the quaffle, or them speed towards him. And he didn't see the shot until it was past him.

"Wood! Get your head in the game!" he heard a voice call to him. He didn't' understand what was going on with him. He tried then to focus harder and block a few shots, but every one found its way past him. Before he knew it, it was 200 to 40. Even if they caught the snitch it would be a loss, however, the other sneaker spotted the little booger and to prevent further humiliation, Puddlemere caught it as fast as possible. The game was over- 200-190. They had lost.

In the tent, everyone was quiet and Oliver kept his head bent down so as not to see the glares he was receiving. It was entirely his fault and he knew it. As soon as he was finished, Oliver was gone and sitting alone in the Three Broomsticks sucking down a butterbeer.

When he finished, he had another, and another, and another. Five empty glasses surrounded him when Katie came through the door. "Oliver!" she cried, running over to him. "Have you been here all along? I was so worried when I couldn't find you!"

"Goooway," Oliver managed to slur through his drunkenness.

"Ol, I'm not going to leave you here, not like this. Come on, lets go back to your place," She begged, pulling on his arm, but he pulled away.

"Katie! I'm not going with you…you…annoying little bitch!" Oliver screamed. Every head in the bar turned, which granted was only six at most, and starred in shock.

"Oliver…" Katie murmured, tears welling in her eyes. "Oliver you don't mean that…"

"Gods Katie! How fuckin stupid are you? Just leave me the fuck alone you stupid bitch, I hate you!"

"Is that how you really feel? I mean, I just was trying to help you…" Tears where now creating little streams down her cheeks, and she was talking barely above a whisper.

"Get the fuck away!" he screamed. Katie was so filled with rage at this point that the love of her life would speak to her like that. She began to turn and walk away, but stopped. Reaching down, she grabbed one of the empty glasses that once held alcohol and threw it at Oliver. It hit him square in the head, shattered, and then knocked him unconscious.

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