DON'T PRETEND YOU LOVE ME
CHAPTER 23
SILLY SHOTS OF WISDOM
(A/N You all know that this story is jus a rewrite. But because I love my readers so much. I decided to put an original chapter in between so you can read something that the readers of the original hadn't. I hope you enjoy. The following is what happened beyond the story. It just shows a couple of characters in the story that aren't the main. Please enjoy these series of one shots.)
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It was a boring day as usual at the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley was used to this boredom by now. After all, her youngest in Hogwarts is only a year away from graduating. She sat there at the dining room as she worked on her famous Weasley sweaters as her husband, Arthur, sat across the table from her and busied himself with the Daily Prophet.
She let out a sigh or two just to get his attention but her husband didn't flinch. They were now old and boring. Molly accepted this, the question is… did Arthur know this too.
She may not be as young as she used to be. Her subtle figure lost through the years, but she still feels the same way about Arthur Weasley as the same day she realized she had feelings for him.
"Ehem."
She faked a cough. All that she wanted to know is if the man she loves still loves her back.
"Ehem!"
She coughed again. This time, being successful on catching Arthur's attention.
"Is something the matter, dear?" asked Mr. Weasley who still hasn't lowered his newspaper.
"Oh, nothing, dear. Nothing." Molly quickly lied.
"You sure?" Arthur asked her.
"I'm sure." Molly continued.
Stupid Molly, now insignificant to her husband. She is a good mother but what's the use of being one if you don't have any children.
Her eldest and most handsome son is working as a curse-breaker for Gringgots and is always busy. Only having a little time for his mother. Bill has a nice head on his shoulders and he knows how to balance his brain and his brawn. But being attractive comes with set backs and that having a lot of sleazy women come after him. The threat of their lives in exchange for holy matrimony with Bill happened almost twice every year.
Her second and most athletic son is working far away in Romania with Dragons in the elite group called the Dragon's guild. He doesn't look bad but Charlie does have problems with women. And that is that he finds deadly, giant lizards more fascinating than them. It's not like he never went out with a girl or two. But the possibility that Charlie will grow old single is a frightening possibility.
Her third and smartest son works at the Ministry. It's true that he can be over his head sometimes but he is just going with what he knows. It was the price of his intelligence to pay. But everything is finally alright with him and his family. He may have an argument with them… but Molly knows that Percy loves them dearly. He now lives with his long time girlfriend Penelope Clearwater in downtown London. But she hears that Percy's relationship has become bitter. A fact that Charlie and the twins make fun of.
Her fourth and fifth are the funniest people she eve met. Yes, Fred and George are a handful but they never fail on putting a smile on everyone's faces. The twins now manage their own Jokeshop which they started from scratch. Molly first thought that they were wasting their time making all those joke stuff but now, Fred and George proved themselves as successful and creative businessmen. Molly may not always show it, but she does love these two. That is why she gave her beloved brothers' names as middle names to them…Fred Fabian and George Gideon Weasley.
Her sixth and youngest son is now in his last year in Hogwarts. Pretty soon, he will be moving out and be his own. Ron has always been the sweetest of all of Molly's children. Unfortunately, he received the short end of the stick of being born after five successful brothers.
Molly had to admit that she may have taken Ron for granted all those years causing Ron his confidence in himself. She didn't mean to, but raising seven children usually takes it toll. Nonetheless, she was happy that he made lifelong friends in Harry and Hermione. Because of them, Ron is finally starting to come out of his shell and be the best version of himself.
Her youngest and most precious child will soon be following Ron's footsteps, as well as all of Molly's sons. Ginny is the only girl in the family so everyone thought of protecting her from the world.
An irony, seeing that her little Ginevra grown as a strong, independent young woman who managed to take some of her brother's characteristics. Bill's looks, Charlie's athleticism, Percy's cleverness, Fred and George's sense of humor, and Ron's sweetness.
Yes, Molly Weasley feels like she has become another victim of insignificance and the feeling is like being incomplete in so many ways.
"Kingsley told me that he plans to retire next year." Molly said.
"Uhuh." Arthur answered from behind the Daily Prophet.
"He said he wanted to pursue singing."
"Uhuh."
"With that voice of his, good luck with that."
"Mmm."
"Pity though. He's one hell of an Auror.'
"That's nice."
"And good looking."
"Okay."
In Molly's annoyance, she decided to take advantage of Arthur lack of attention.
"He made a pass at me you know." said Molly.
"Mmm."
"He said that he's been in love with me for a long time."
"Right."
"I had to talk him out of getting rid of you because you're standing in the way of our love."
"Uhuh."
"He also told me that he wanted to come here and carry me away where we can be happy."
"Brilliant."
CRACK!
Molly jumped on her seat in surprise.
"Now who on earth could that be?" she said as she gazed at the direction of the sound.
Arthur didn't looked surprise at all. He just remained calm and continued on his newspaper.
"Maybe it's Kingsley Shacklebolt who just can't wait to carry you away to where both of you can be happy." said Arthur.
Molly turned back to her husband in surprise. Arthur laid down his paper, revealing the grin on face.
"I know I can't" said Arthur giving the woman of his dreams a playful wink.
Molly just sat there smiling back at Arthur. Maybe he still loves her after all….
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Ding Dong!
The sound of the door came as George Weasley carried himself to the door to see who was bothering him late that night. He opened the door and a blur of long hair passed him by.
"Hey Alicia." George greeted lazily as he rubbed his eyes.
"I need to use your bathroom!" she bellowed from the lavatory.
"Please… go on ahead." George said sarcastically.
"Where's Fred?" she asked still inside the bathroom.
"Where's Fred?" he mimicked. "It's not like we're attached by the hip you know." He told her.
"It's just… I rarely see you two apart." she told him.
"What the hell are you doing here anyway?" he asked.
"I was with a date and he threw up on me. I got rid of the puke but I couldn't get the stench off." she said. "God, why do I always date losers?"
George chuckled.
"Well maybe you're setting your standards too high…or too low." he said.
"I don't deserve this!" she complained.
George leaned against the bathroom wall.
"I don't know… you are the one who barges in on their friend's apartment and use their bathroom in the middle of the night… humble Alicia Spinnet." he told her.
"I'm tired of waiting for the right guy to come along." she said.
"You know what they say… time to try t he girls." he said.
The sudden sound of a thud from inside made George realize that Alicia just threw something at his direction.
"I, for one, would love to see that." said George.
"Very funny!" she threatened from inside.
"I promise I won't throw up."
"Don't get a hard on just yet."
"I'm picturing it in my mind right now."
"You're disgusting."
"There you are… you're making out with two Brazilian chicks… while being loved by a busty French model."
"Typical."
"-Enter George Weasley."
This time, George actually heard Alicia chuckle from inside the bathroom.
"Did that open your mind to anything?" George yelled to her.
"No! Still straight!"
"You don't have to be a lesbian to have sex with another woman…. You just have to be open-minded."
They both laughed.
"No seriously… the reason why you've been dating losers is because most men aren't good enough for you." said George.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I mean where else could anybody find a girl who's as cool as you, as funny as you, as smart as you and..."
As he went on, there was small sensation in his stomach. It was new and it felt weird. It was as if that this small moment of was so natural that he could see this conversation go for the rest of his life.
"-And what?" she asked eagerly.
"-As beautiful as you."
His cheeks were burning. His heart raced. What on Earth is he saying to his friend? There was nothing but silence that followed after that. With great fear over what he just said. George Weasley decided to disregard this.
"What the bloody hell are you doing there anyway?" he said as he (without thinking) opened the bathroom door.
"GEORGE!" she screamed.
George quickly closed the door.
"Why are you naked?"
"I was taking a shower!"
"You could have told me earlier… or locked the damn door!"
"How is this my fault?"
"My apartment, I can accuse anything of anyone freely."
He then saw the door knob move meaning that Alicia is making sure that the door was locked.
"You're a really silent bath-taker, you know that?" said George hoping to undo what just happened.
But he was met with silence.
"Alicia?"
"Do you really mean what you said?" her voice came.
"What?"
"About earlier."
"About the lesbian thing?"
"George!"
"I'm kidding! I'm kidding!"
"Well…"
"Of course… every word."
A couple of seconds later, the door finally opened once more. She looked at his eyes as he looked right back. Now, George Weasley is the kind of guy who always trusted his gut instincts. He walked towards Alicia and kissed her.
The two closed the door of the bathroom… opening a chance of happiness….together.
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Late at night at the halls going to the court yard, an argument is on going.
"Oh, shut the hell up!"
"No, you shut up!"
"Would you two just SHUT UP!" Lupin bellowed.
"Who goes there?" came Filch's voice.
"It's just us, Argus." Lupin replied.
"Who's us?" asked Filch.
"Professor Severus Snape." said the potions master. He glimpsed at Sirius on more time, "And a bitch." He added.
"Kiss my ass." Sirius countered, "What the hell are you doing here anyway?" he asked Filch.
The school caretaker looked nervous and began to sweat madly. He reached down his groin area and quickly zipped his fly up.
"Not playing with myself, for one." said Filch.
The three teachers narrowed their eyes at him.
"Filch." said Lupin carefully like Filch had a bomb.
"What?" asked the caretaker.
"Where's Mrs. Norris?" said Lupin.
Meow!
The three turned around and saw Mrs. Norris at the nearby balcony.
"Oh, thank god." said Sirius as Filch picked up his precious pet and go on his way.
"I thought our trusted caretaker might have developed conformity with bestiality." said Snape.
"Stay away from him in your Animagi form." Lupin told Sirius.
"I can tell you the same thing. Imagine what he'll do to you in your werewolf form." said Sirius.
"I have an overwhelming urge to get him a restriction order for the children." said Snape.
"My God! The children!" said Lupin.
"Wait a minute." said Siius, "Do you two hear something?"
"The sound of your ancestors regretting their inbreeding." said Snape.
"Look at me, I'm Severus Snape. I cry when I ejaculate." Sirius said.
"Shh! I hear it too." said Lupin.
Snape looked a him.
"You see, Black. Your friend hears your ancestors as well." said Snape.
"It's coming from the Greenhouse 4." said Lupin as he walked towards the origin of the noise.
"It's probably just some students having sex." said Sirius.
The three educators suddenly exchanged looks of dread and ran quickly towards the Greenhouse.
"Stop the immorality! Stop the sin!" Lupin bellowed as he charged the door open while keeping his eyes covered.
"What is going on here?" asked Snape.
"Pomona? Filius?" said Sirius.
The two surprised teachers jumped in surprise.
"What the hell are you two doing?" asked Sirius.
"Oh, err-talking about the glory days."
He looked around and saw massive amount of plants that surrounded them. He then turned back to them and saw their faces. He narrowed his eyes in thought. Next, he saw Snape walk to a nearby plant and inspect it. It was then that they both realize that it wasn't any ordinary Hogwarts plant they've seen.
"This is weed!" Snape exclaimed.
"It's not what you think!" said Madam Sprout.
"You're getting high with a room full of marijuana with Frodo over here." said Sirius.
Sprout looked embarrassed
"Fine, it's exactly what you think."
SLAM!
Snape slammed the door closed as a tiny charms Professor attempted a stealthy escape.
"Nice try, Umpa Lumpa." said Snape.
"Geez, Severus. You're no fun." said Flitwick nervously.
"Look at my face. Do I look like Santa Clause to you?" Snape said.
"Well I'm glad you're not Santa Clause, Severus. You'd scare the crap out of children." said Sprout bitterly.
"Pomona, Filius… I didn't know you two liked riding the magic dragon." said Lupin.
"It's not a surprise to me." said Snape.
"And why do you say that?" Sirius asked.
"They're both happy…..when I was only three days in teaching in this school. I go out to get some fresh air so I can reduce the gathering hatred." Snape told them.
Sirius and Lupin exchanged looks of agreement.
"Look…" said Madam Sprout, "I have an idea. Why don't you join us?"
"What? No!" said Lupin. "Sirius, tell her that she's crazy."
He turned around to Sirius only to see his best friend struggle with the thought.
"Well…"
"Oh, for God's sake man."
"Don't be a hypocrite, Moony. It's no secret that we experimented with that thing every once in a while. Even creep factor here knows." Sirius pointed at Snape.
"I do." said Snape.
"Absolutely not." said Lupin.
"Oh, I guess I won't feel so guilty when I tell Sirius and Severus about that….certain fetish you have with a-" said Pomona.
"Give me that bong!" Lupin interrupted.
A few minutes later, the whole Greenhouse was filled with smoke and laughter.
"Wow." said the Defense against the Dark arts teacher as he looked at his left hand, "My hands are so big."
Flitwick and Pomona Sprout dropped to the floor in laughter.
"I mean it, my hands are huge." said Lupin, clearly stoned as a biblical sinner.
"You're crazy, Remus! You're freaking crazy." Flitwick squeaked.
Snpae puffed a large amount of smoke out.
"I can barely feel any hatred for anything." said Snape.
Then, a hand suddenly found Snape's left shoulder.
"I like this side of you, Severus. You hardly repulse me at all." said Sirius.
"You! I love you! I love this guy right here!" said Snape who is clearly as high as a kite.
"What are you doing, Remus?" Madam Sprout called.
Sirius looked over to see his friend rip his clothes off.
"Hey, I finally remembered why I can't let him smoke weed anymore." He told Snape.
"You're the man, Black!" Snape bellowed.
"Yeah, whatever." said Sirius dismissively.
Meanwhile, Lupin was now completely naked and stood proudly on the nearest table.
"THIS-IS-SPARTA!"
"I loved that movie." Flitwick told Pomona.
"SPARTA!"
"You're friend sure has an exhibitionist side." said Snape standing up.
"Look at me, everyone. I'm a werewolf! Awooooo!" said Lupin.
Madam Sprout and Professor Flitwick cheered him on.
"Could you imagine if tonight were the full moon. We'd be dealing with a stoned werewolf." said Sirius to Snape.
"Tonight is the full moon." said Snape.
The two looked at each other.
"Shit."
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She walked upon that dark desolate place they call a hallway along with two guards behind her. Why she was doing this is beyond her. All she wanted to do today was pamper herself and relax as she enjoyed her liberty from her incarcerated husband.
"This way." said a familiar looking Auror as he beckoned her to a room.
"This place is a dump." she said snobbishly as she passed him by.
"It's a prison… not an amusement park in Orlando." said the Auror.
"You call this a prison? Try being in labor for 47 hours at St. Mungos." she said.
"I'm surprised you didn't eat your own baby when he came out." he muttered.
"Just shut up and open the damn door, Kingsley." she snapped at him.
Kingsley Shacklebolt nodded at one of the guards who opened the door for their nasty visitor. There, she saw a small room with a huge glass window on one of the walls. There was a small table with two chairs. One of them is already being sat on.
She held her nose high she sat down the opposing chair.
"Narcissa." Greeted the man before her.
"Assface." She greeted back.
Lucius was now thinner since his incarceration. He had shaven his long, sleek-blonde hair for safety reasons.
"Looks like cupid struck a winner with this match." said Kingsley.
Suddenly, the door opened once more to admit Bill Weasley and Nyphadora Tonks.
"Thank God. People I actually like." said Kingsley, "What took you two?"
"I have to look for this one." said Bill pointing at Tonks.
"I was sleeping at his parent's place, I like them. You're mom's pretty funny and your dad's really cool." Said Tonks.
"I Apparated home and saw her eavesdropping on my parents."
"Oh, I'm sorry." called Lucius. "Maybe you can tell me if this is the story of your life so I can pretend to give a damn."
"Let's just get this over with." said Bill.
He walked towards the table.
"Lucius Malfoy, you are here in assistance to help me and Auror Tonks solve a case to which you information with."
"Such formality. Maybe because it's the only thing you've got going for you." said Lucius.
"Oh, I'm sure he's much more capable than that." said Narcissa as she fiddled her finger playfully on Bill's thighs.
Bill's eyes widened as well as the two Aurors in the room.
"Red hair, dragon hide boots, leather jacket, intellect intact…. Are you sure you're a Weasley?" asked Lucius.
"Oh, don't mind him. He's always jealous with people I sleep with." said Narcissa.
"But we haven't slept together." said Bill.
"Give it time dear." said Narcissa as she grabbed Bill's left cheek, and she was nowhere near his face.
"Woah!" Bill jumped in surprise.
"Sexual assault Sissy we call her back then." said Lucius.
"I like your hair that way." said Narcissa.
"I don't have any." said Lucius.
"Well there you go."
Kingsley laughed.
"I should have told you about that not-picking-up-the-soap thing." said Kingsley.
Lucius raised a brow at him.
"You're fat and you can't sing." He said.
Kingsley gasped as though he heard the news of the death of a dear friend. Tonks quickly covered Kingsley's ears with her hands.
"Don't listen to him, Kingsley." she said.
"Can you tell me how a real man makes love?" Narcissa continued on.
"Why don't you tell me? Pleasured any women lately?" asked Lucius.
His wife laughed at him.
"Wouldn't you like to know." said Narcissa winking at her husband.
Lucius' brow rose once again.
"Can we get back to business here?" said Bill.
"Why sure, dear. Of course." said Narcissa as though Bill was eight.
"Err… well then we have-"
"How's my daughter?" asked Lucius.
Bill's eyes narrowed.
"Daughter? Don't you mean son?"
"Ever seen him play Quidditch?" asked Lucius.
"Err."
"There you go. The parental abuse continues." said Lucius.
"No wonder that kid turned out like he did." Bill muttered.
"Please forgive my husband." said Narcissa, "He's had too many penises inside him."
"It's okay." said Bill, "Sodomy can do that to a guy… unless you're gay."
"Ever the gentleman. Are you busy later? Maybe you can come by the house." said Narcissa maliciously.
"Err, I have plans with my girlfriend." He lied looking at Tonks.
"What?" said Tonks.
Bill gave her pleading looks.
"That's alright, dear. She can join us." said Narcissa.
Bill coughed automatically.
"Mrs. Malfoy, I think you're drunk." said Bill.
"No, she just hasn't been sober for twenty years." said Lucius.
"My god, fifteen minutes with you and I want to kill myself. Bill, hurry it up." said Tonks.
"Who broke into Gringgots?' said Bill.
"Yes, Broke like you're sudo ass-hymen." said Narcissa
"I got this covered, my dear." said Lucius. "His name is Palomides Kerr. He's a con artist who deals with Dark wizards."
"Where is he now?"
"Why not ask my wife? She's been sleeping with him… along with anything that moves." said Lucius.
The three looked at her in disbelief.
"Well, you should know. You were there with me." said Narcissa.
The Three looked at him in disgust.
"He hangs around in a Bar in Kent. You should find him there." said Narcissa.
"Okay, we got what we need." said Bill.
"Good, alright you two. Visiting hours is over." said Kingsley.
But neither Lucius nor Narcissa moved. They just looked at each other in disgust.
"I loath you." he said.
"Your very presence sickens me." she replied.
"I've strangled you to death in my mind a thousand times."
"It bothers me that they call you a man."
"You're breath smells like puke."
"You reek of prison sex."
"Err, guys." said Bill.
It could have been that their eyes were playing tricks on them. But it feels like Lucius and Narcissa were engaging in verbal foreplay.
"You look like a man."
"You piss like a woman."
"You…are nothing but a two bit whore who will give it to anyone who can't run fast enough."
Narcissa suddenly stood up, knocking her table down. She then grabbed Lucius by the collar. At first they though that she was going to slap him. To their surprise, she threw him down the table and started to ravage him.
"Hey! Hey! You can't do that!" yelled Kingsley.
Bill quickly covered Tonks' eyes.
The only reaction that they got was Lucius' pants being thrown at their direction.
"Hey you two!" said Kingsley right before ducking from one of Narcissa's shoes.
"Fine, make it fifteen minutes!"
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He walked down that hall back and forth trying to figure out what to do. He never encountered any situation like this before. All his life it was always Quidditch that grabbed his mind. To play the game… To win… To be champion. But the recent events had taken him by surprise. It wasn't too long ago when his good friend and former team mate changed his life for ever.
They have remained close even after graduating from Hogwarts separately. He had been offered a reserved position in an up and coming team and had been playing for Puddlemere since then. She however, has been working with her Aunt on a family business. And years later, the two of them have been closer than ever.
One solemn night after going out to dinner, she had asked him why he broke it off with the most recent woman he's been seeing on the walk back to the nearest Ministry Portway.
"It's just not working out. She and I didn't have anything in common." he said with his Irish brogue.
"Except sex, you mean?" she asked.
"Eh, I guess you can say that. She didn't like Quidditch." he said.
She playfully gasped.
"How dare she?" she said sarcastically.
He snickered.
"Everyone knows that Puddlemere United star Keeper; Oliver Wood is nothing but a crazy Quidditch-obsessed nut."
"Well, I'm not just a nut, Katie" said Oliver.
"Of course, you're my nut." said Katie.
"I really don't know what to feel being Katie Bell's nut." said Oliver.
"Shut up!" she playfully elbows him.
"It's not just sex, and Quidditch…obviously. What I want is something more." said Oliver.
"You mean an orgy?" Katie teased.
"Stop hanging out with Fred and George, I'm serious." said Oliver.
"Geez, sorry, Captain Quidditch."
"Captain Quidditch?"
"It's what the twins call you."
"I like it."
"That's why I brought it up."
"I love the way you know me so well."
"What were you saying about wanting something more?"
"It's chemistry."
"You don't have any chemistry with any of the women you dated but you still slept with them."
"And err… passion."
"Well… there's sex again."
"Katie, there's more to passion than just sex."
"Are you talking about Hooligan passion?"
"No, for life. I just want a woman who I can talk to about everything."
"Get a therapist, Olie."
Oliver laughed.
"No, I want a girl that likes the things that I like."
"It's gonna be hard marrying yourself… but that hasn't stopped other people."
"I want somebody like you, Katie."
"Only hotter."
"No, I like the way you look just fine. Not fake. You look like the way you like and it doesn't bother you."
Katie smiled.
"Thanks, I just bought this top."
"And you look great in it."
"You can stop staring at my boobs now, Olie."
"I'm not-"
"Just kidding."
"See, this is what I mean."
"Don't worry, Olie. I'm sure we'll find you a nice nutcase for you to marry."
"I don't get why you're still single."
"Hang on, how did we suddenly get to me?" Katie asked.
"Nothing, just forget it." Oliver replied.
"It's not my fault if I'm not hot like a vela on heat. I mean, my body is built for Quidditch and not for photo shoots." she protested.
"You'll find no complaints here. Personally, I like what I see." said Oliver.
"Aww." she said.
She brushed his hair.
"You're the sweetest perv I know." Katie told him.
"Thank you, I do my best." said Oliver.
"Here we are." she said as they arrived at a shabby looking telephone booth.
They both stepped in and realized the smallness of the booth.
Traveling by Portway is like a cross between Floo and Portkey. But the difference is Portway can teleport a person to a more direct location and it does not require any magic from a wizard which is needed for Apparating.
"Press my number. I want to get something from my place." Oliver told Katie as she is closer to the buttons.
Katie did so. Portways usually take their time to take effect.
"It's really packed in here, isn't it?" said Oliver.
Katie laughed.
"I'm not complaining. Just don't get excited, alright?" she said.
The two laughed. It was always amazing to be with the other. Oliver didn't know how but they somehow click in every way. It was only then that he realized that he was gazing deep in her eyes and she gazed back at his.
A warmth that could not be explained engulfed the two.
Hearts racing.
Sweat flowing.
Mouth dry.
Oliver is a creature of instinct. And his head couldn't explain why he leaned down to her and kiss her lips. He wasn't famous for thinking things through. All that made sense was his lips on hers.
Katie was surprised at first but didn't resist Oliver. She wasn't really the type of person who refuses something that she likes.
As the Portway fire slowly engulfed them, the passers by doesn't notice the two couple disappears into the thin air.
Now, Oliver is facing the hardest enemy in his life…. The fear that he might have lost her.
"Olie?"
He looked up and saw her shocked face.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she said incredulously.
"I came here to talk to you." He replied.
"Olie, you have a match against the Tornadoes in… seven minutes." said Katie as she checked her watch.
"This can't wait."
"What?"
"I said this can't-"
"Are you kidding me?" her disbelief now turning into anger.
"Katie…I."
"It's been two weeks since we've really seen each other, ever since then you've taken every chance to avoid me!" said Katie.
The people who were passing by were shot by curiosity. Katie didn't really care if she worked with them or not. She always liked being herself and not compromise herself in front of others.
"I' haven't been avoiding you."
"The hell you haven't!"
"I was just…thinking things through." said Oliver feebly.
Katie wiped her forehead in frustration.
"Olie, there isn't anything to think about."
"I've just been out of it since-"
"Since you slept with me?" she finished.
Lost for words, Oliver looked at her.
"I want you to put this in that thick head of yours. You didn't force me to do anything. We both made that decision that night together. So spare me your emo trip. It doesn't have to mean anything if you want to. It's just sex. It's not like I asked you to marry me." said Katie.
"Katie…"
She kept her voice as calm as she could even though she wanted to scream at him. She rarely cried about any pain she got but even though she wanted to… she wasn't going to give him that
"And then you avoid me like I'm cancer."
"God, I'm sorry."
"You were just willing to throw six years of friendship away because you thought you woke up one morning with a conscience."
"It does change something, damn it!" Oliver retorted.
"What?"
"You can pretend all you like, but don't just stand there and tell me you didn't feel a damn thing!" he yelled.
She wanted to talk back but couldn't. She didn't want to admit it but he has a point.
"I'm sorry that I woke up and became the average guy, that's not me. I've never thought of anything through because I didn't care…but it was different with you."
"Olie-"
"No, let me finish. You want to know why acted the way I did? Fine….It's because I was scared. I know it sounds silly. Captain Quidditch…scared."
Katie looked around and realized that they were now the main attraction of the area as she saw a thick crowd watch them.
"I was afraid that you'd…run away. Just like I did. I was scared you couldn't look at me the way you always do. I was terrified you'd leave me." said Oliver with difficulty.
"I'd never leave you. You've always known that." said Katie.
"Yes, but I'm an idiot."
"Olie-"
"I used to think that there's nothing more important in this world than winning… but I guess you've changed that."
"What are you saying?" she asked him.
"I don't really know where my life is going to take me… but wherever it is I want you there beside me."
"Oh, Olie."
"You're better than Quidditch."
She finally broke into a smile. Katie walked toward Oliver and embraced him as the crowd broke into applause.
"I guess this means we're seeing each other, huh?" Katie whispered.
"Yep, by the way… do you want to go out sometime?" he whispered.
Katie snickered.
"I am so getting fired." said Katie.
Oliver kissed her forehead.
"Nah, you're too awesome."
A\N Sorry for taking so long. I had a big work load. I tried my best to finish this chap by Christmas. Tell me which one shot is your favorite and why.
Sophie Samimi: Good for you.
Saki-Hime: kind of a sadist aren't you?
sasusaku takukari: thanks, here's one you'll enjoy.
HermionePotter1124: Come now, it's gotta end, but it will have a sequel.
Urapooper: good for you, what did you think about the movie? By the way, nice profile name lol.
By the way. Merry Christmas everyone