1More Than Quidditch 2

AN: Finally! An update! Sorry, once again, for the wait. Enjoy. :D

Disclaimer: Once again, I own Katrina and her family only.

Chapter 4

As I walked up a staircase, I heard someone shouting my name. I wiped the tears off my cheeks and hoped my eyes weren't too red and puffy.

As the person neared and the voice grew louder, I realized who it was.

NO!

I tried to run away, but it was too late. He had already spotted me.

"Katrina! Would you stop for a damn minute?"

Indeed, it was Oliver Wood.

Without looking at him, I said, "What do you want from me?"

My voice was hoarse and jagged.

"Why did you run out of the Great Hall like that?" Oliver asked. "People are going to wonder–"

"Let them wonder!" I shouted. "What are you doing here?"

"I slipped out of the feast to come and–"

"No, I mean why are you here? Why are you at Hogwarts?"

"To teach," He said, as if I were stupid.

"Do you honestly think I'm so stupid?" I asked as I whirled around, now glaring at him. "Couldn't you at least have warned me? Did you think I wouldn't find out? Or did already forget that I existed?"

He looked hurt. Good, it suited him for all the hurt that he had caused me.

"I needed a job, one that involved Quidditch. I can't let my parents go on supporting me my whole life, now can I? This happened to be the perfect opportunity for me."

"Perfect opportunity for what, exactly? To torture me? To rub all the facts in my face? To squeeze lemon on my wounds!?"

I paled as I realized all that I had just said. Maybe I was stupid after all.

"Is that what you really think? That I came here to hurt you? Kat, I would never–"

"Yeah, I've heard that from you before, and look where it got me! You have no clue what I'm going through! Not a single clue!"

I ran up the stairs, and I stopped myself from looking back at him. And I assume he stopped himself from running after me, because there wasn't another shout of my name or any footsteps behind me.

Once I got to the common room, I collapsed on a soft couch. My heart was racing. The encounter was all I could think about. I even dreamt about it in my sleep. It was the first time we had spoken since he broke my heart.

The next morning, all I felt was dread. All through breakfast, Charms, Potions, and Muggle Studies. The feeling still kept me company during lunch.

The dread grew stronger every hour, and got worse when the fateful moment arrived.

Quidditch practice.

Oh, now I loathed it!

Oliver would be there.

He'd be watching our every move.

This wasn't right.

As Gryffidor's Quidditch Captain, I would not stand for it.

This was my team, and I don't need any help from him!

All he'll do is boss us around and try to take over the team again!

As we walked out of the locker room and onto the field, I could tell that my other team mates were actually excited about having Oliver around. He was their "beloved coach".

Ugh.

I mounted my broom and we started our practice.

As we played, Oliver was hovering on the sides, studying our moves and techniques.

After an hour, we took a break.

The minute that we all landed, Oliver started tell us what to do, of course.

"Potter, nice work out there," Oliver said.

"Thanks, W– Professor Wood."

"None of that. Wood's just fine. I'm not as old as Snape," he said.

"Ron, you need to practice a bit more. Especially on your quickness. You need to figure out which post to go to, and fast."

Ron scratched his head and nodded, obviously embarrassed.

It was time for me to speak up.

"This is my Quidditch team, from what I understand. Not yours. I know what I'm doing here, Wood. We don't need your help," I spat at him.

"Well, actually he's got a good point, Kat," It was Katie Bell.

I couldn't believe this! My teammates were choosing Oliver over me!

I let out a frustrated groan and trudged off to the locker room.

"Does that mean practice is over?" I heard Ron ask.

This was insane! I might as well give him back his stupid title as Captain and quit the team!

No.

I would never quit the team. It was one of the most important things to me.

Suddenly it dawned on me.

I'm pregnant.

How can I play Quidditch and be pregnant?

I can't do it! The baby might get hurt!

But how can I give up Quidditch? It's my dream.

And if I quit, people will know.

Oh, what do I do?

I can't let anyone find out about me being pregnant.

I just can't.

I'll just have to take it really easy in Quidditch.

I had I real bad feeling about this, but what was I supposed to do about it?

People can't know, not yet.

I just hoped that things would turn out alright.

That's all I could hope for now.

AN: Okay, there it is! Tell me what you think, please and thank you. Haha. :D