I don't want to give anything away, so I'll just say enjoy the chapter!
Katie had only been to Oliver's flat once, so she was extremely glad she was able to remember where it was when she apparated. She arrived outside his front door feeling extremely nervous. She took three deep breaths before knocking on the door and waiting, holding her breath.
"Coming," called a familiar voice from inside, and a few seconds later she found herself face to face with Oliver Wood.
"Hi," said Oliver, taken aback. He hadn't expected to see her for a long while. He had actually been planning on going to see her later that day, when he was sure she'd had a chance to cool off.
"Hi," replied Katie.
"Um, do you wanna come in?"
"Sure," said Katie, and Oliver stood back to let her in.
"So..." said Oliver as Katie walked in, "I didn't expect-"
"I'm sorry!" broke in Katie, "I shouldn't have gotten so angry. We promised we wouldn't let Quidditch get in the way of our friendship and I stand by that. You were just trying to save the game for your team, and you did. I shouldn't have gotten so angry, and if I hadn't this probably wouldn't be all over every paper and Quidditch magazine in the country."
Oliver stared blankly at her. She still thought that he hadn't meant it...He was beginning to wonder if he should leave it like that. If she felt the same way she'd believe him, so why embarrass himself when this whole thing could disappear. However, a small voice inside his head told him that now was the time to use his Gryffindor courage, so he did. "Katie, listen to me. I didn't just ask you to go out with me because I wanted to win the game. I meant it. So, at the risk of being slapped and/or rejected a second time, let me ask again. Will you go out with me?"
It was Katie's turn to stare blankly back at Oliver. She'd been so busy trying to convince herself that he hadn't meant it that she didn't think about what she would do if he had...not that it really required much thinking. "Of course I will!"
"Really?" he was pretty taken aback, because he hadn't permitted himself to hope that she'd say yes.
"No, I'm kidding," said Katie sarcastically before continuing, "Of course really. I didn't think you actually meant it, or I-"
But for once Oliver got the chance to interrupt Katie. He stopped her mid-sentence with a kiss that started innocent but was turning into something else as all of their pent-up feelings for eachother bubbled over. After a minute or so of heated kissing Oliver backed Katie up against the wall without breaking kiss, and neither of them knew how far they would've gotten if Oliver's door hadn't banged open. Oliver and Katie's heads both spun around, still holding their rather compromising position of Katie with her back against the wall, her one hand on Oliver's chest, the other on his cheek, and Oliver with both of his hands against the wall, to see the flash of a camera. They broke apart immediately but it was too late, the reporter already had the shot. It was Rita Skeeter and her photographer henchman who had barged in on them, and now they had to face the wrath of two extremely angry Quidditch players.
"What are you doing here?" asked Katie.
"We knocked, but no one answered," said Rita, looking at them as if they were the best news she'd had all month.
"So you decided to break in?" asked Oliver, outraged.
"The door wasn't locked," said the photographer.
"Get out," said Oliver, pointing towards the door, "Now."
"So, Katie, does this mean you've forgiven him for his heartless actions at yesterdays match? Do you think your fans will support this decision to reward such ungentlemanly behavior?" asked Rita, ignoring Oliver's request.
"I said get out," repeated Oliver, in a cold voice that demanded obedience.
"Fine," said Skeeter, pursing her lips, before smirking, "We got what really mattered." And with that she and the photographer left the apartment, snapping the door closed. Katie immediately went over and turned the deadbolt before joining Oliver where he'd sunk down on the couch.
"That'll be all over tomorrow's paper," said Katie, leaning her head against Oliver's shoulder.
"Williams is gonna kill me," sighed Oliver, "And I don't imagine Gwenog will be too happy."
"No, she won't be, for two reasons. One: because now we're all over the press again, and not for what she'd consider a good reason, and two: because now I'm going out with the reason we tied our last match." Oliver chuckled. "But," continued Katie, "Why would Williams be mad? Isn't this a good thing for your team? It shows you weren't just being ruthless and heartless yesterday."
"Yeah, but having me be Witch Weekly's number one bachelor suited him a lot better than having me dating a rival chaser will."
"Ugh..." sighed Katie. They elapsed into a comfortable silence, Katie with her head still on Oliver's shoulder, her eyes closed, and Oliver idly playing with the fingers on her left hand.
They sat there for about half an hour before Katie suddenly jumped up and said, "Oh my God!" glancing at her watch frantically.
"What?" asked Oliver, standing up as well.
"I've got Quidditch practice in 10 minutes! I've got to get back to my apartment and change!" And with that she apparated out of his living room.
When Katie arrived at the pitch she was exactly 1 minute early, and she quickly got on her broom, glad she was so quick at changing and that she'd brought her stuff home after yesterday's match.
"Bell," called Gwenog as the rest of the team started doing laps, "Please tell me you and Wood have sorted this nonsense out because I really can't having any more news coverage of this."
"Well," said Katie, "We've sorted it out, but there'll be some more coverage."
"Why?" asked Gwenog, looking murderous.
"Well, while we were sorting it out that cow Rita Skeeter-"
"Oh God," said Gwenog, "Let me guess, breaking and entering? So like her..."
"Don't worry," said Katie, "That'll be the last of the coverage, and she only got one shot."
"That's one too many," replied Gwenog, "Well, we'll have to cope. We've got a game in a week and I want this to all be water under the bridge by then."
"It will be," promised Katie.
"Good," said Gwenog, "Now get flying!"
At the end of practice Katie walked back to the changing rooms to deal with her muddy Quidditch robes. This practice had been more brutal than usual, mostly because it rained for about half of it, and only starting letting up during the last ten minutes. Though now the rain had stopped the damage was done. Katie's robes were more brown than blue from all the mud, and her hair and face got a fair amount as well.
She was about halfway to the changing rooms, lagging behind the rest of the team, when she saw someone standing at the edge of the pitch, and she was pretty sure she had an idea as to who.
"Oliver!" she called with a wave as she walked over.
"Hey you," he said with a smirk, looking her up and down, "Did someone have issues with the rain?"
"Oh shut it," she said.
Oliver rolled his eyes before reaching up to wipe some of the mud off of her cheek. Katie leaned into his hand, and suddenly they were kissing over the barrier that separated on-pitch from off-pitch.
After a minute or so Katie broke away and said, "Wait here. I'll be back in ten minutes."
Oliver smiled and nodded before she turned around and continued towards the changing rooms. When she got inside she found the rest of the team all looking at her.
"What took so long?" asked one of her fellow chasers, Susie Robbins.
"Yeah," said the keeper, Rachel Unger, "We thought you'd died."
"Um-" said Katie, as she pulled off her robes and looked around for the jeans and shirt she'd brought, "I was just talking to someone."
The rest of the team left, having finished changing, while Katie put on her muggle cloths and magically cleaned her robes. She then turned her wand to her hair, and once that was clean made to leave the changing rooms.
When Katie got outside she found Oliver exactly where she'd left him. She walked over and gave him a light kiss before saying, "Ready to go."
"Yeah," he said with a nod, once again eying her appearance.
"What?" she asked, looking at him.
"Nothing," he said.
"No really, tell me," she said.
"Well," he said in a whisper, making it so she had to lean forward to catch what he said next, "I was just thinking about how stunning you are, covered in mud or not."
Katie leaned forward and watched with satisfaction as he did too before she hit him lightly on the face.
"What was that for?" he asked, looking slightly amused.
"Sarcasm," she replied easily, "I'd like to think I look way better without mud than with."
"I never said you didn't. I just happen to think you're stunning both ways. Now, you wanna go for a drink at The Three Broomsticks? I know it's not a Friday, but we missed last night."
"Sure," said Katie with a smile, grabbing his hand as they apparated away.
They'd been at The Three Broomsticks for about 45 minutes when the door opened and in walked Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, George, and Angelina. They came over to Katie and Oliver's table when they saw them, and Katie and Oliver noticed George and Angelina whispering something to the rest of the group. All of their eyes were fixed on Oliver's hand, which had been idly playing with Katie's fingers again as they talked.
"Hey you two," said Angelina, "We didn't expect to see you here."
"And behaving, no less," said George with a smirk.
Katie rolled her eyes.
"So, you got everything sorted out?" asked Ron, while Hermione elbowed him for lack of tact.
"I don't think that's any of your business," said Katie.
"Come on, Kates," whispered Oliver, "They'll see it in the papers tomorrow..."
"See what?" asked Harry, which Ginny stamped on his foot for listening in, when in fact they'd all been doing the same thing.
"Well," said Katie brusquely, "If you must know, we're dating now."
For some reason Harry, George, and Angelina were all smirking ear to ear.
"What?" asked Katie, "What is so funny about this?"
"Well," said George, "Forgive me for enlightening you, but we've all been waiting for this since Oliver's last year at Hogwarts."
"What?" asked Oliver, looking offended.
"It was obvious to all of us," said Harry, "And I'm sure Alicia would support us on this, that you guys were gonna get together. It was only a matter of time."
"It did take a lot longer than we expected though," said George, "And then we all got pretty depressed when it hadn't happened and Oliver was leaving Hogwarts."
"Well," said Oliver, "It did take a while for us to figure it out."
"And, if I'm not mistaken," said Angelina, "It took a while longer for either of you to use that Gryffindor courage we all know you've got."
"Shut it," said Katie, standing up, "We were just leaving anyway, but we'll see you later."
Oliver followed suit, standing up as well and saying, "Bye guys!"
They all bade eachother goodbye, and then Katie and Oliver left the pub.
"'We were just leaving'?" asked Oliver.
"I wasn't gonna stay there one more minute and listen to their taunting," said Katie, "Especially Ron and Hermione. One because they weren't even on the team with us, so their sniggering is stupid, and two, because even if they were on the team with us it took them even longer. And, George is so-"
But Oliver stopped her with a kiss and said, "You're adorable when your angry."
"Thank you," said Katie with a smile, "So, I'll see you later?"
Oliver nodded.
"Bye!" she said, dropping his hand and disapperating.
Oliver stood there for a moment, unable to believe his luck. How had this day turned out so perfect, when yesterday had been such a mess?
I hope you liked how they got together! Never fear, the story is not over, because in case you've forgotten we have to deal with the press, and at some point I want to show them meeting eachother's families...so get excited!
XOXO
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