1More Than Quidditch 2
Hello, Hello. I'm back with another chapter. I've been grounded from my computer, long story. Currently sneaking on, using my Summer Reading Essay (which I have yet to complete) as an excuse. See what I do for you lovely people:)
Oh, by the way, I had a little slip up last chapter. Katrina will be 5 months NOVEMBER 13th. Not December. Sorry about that.
Disclaimer: You know the drill. Only plot and Katrina and her family are mine. :D
8:00.
When I met Hermione, she was already working on the potion. Her brow was scrunched as she read the instructions, completely focused on them so that she didn't make a single mistake. It would be deathly if she did.
I sat down next to her and we were mostly silent, other than the few mummers from Hermione asking me to hand her some of the ingredients.
She would never know just how thankful I was for her.
"Alright, it's finished. All you have to do is drink it now, and we're done."
The potion had turned a light purple color.
She took the vessel a had brought and filled it to the top.
"All of it?" I asked, slightly repulsed. Purple didn't seem all that appealing or tasty, for that matter.
"Yes. It says here that it should last until the last few days of your pregnancy. The potion will hide your stomach, but the baby will grow regularly. You will still feel the effects, though. You see, the weight will still be there, although it is not visible. You will still have aching in your feet and back. But nobody will be able to tell that you have a baby growing inside of you," Hermione explained.
"Well, here goes nothing," I chugged the potion, my gag reflex nearly kicking in as the strong, unpleasant taste hit my throat.
As soon as I swallowed all of it, Hermione and I both looked at my stomach and saw it reduce a bit. My stomach looked just as it had before.
I smiled. "Oh, Hermione. You've been so great. I owe you so much for this."
"It was my pleasure, honestly. I'm glad that I could help you with this."
We then cleaned up after ourselves and left the room. Hermione headed back to our tower, but I stayed in the vacant corridor.
I sat with my head against the cold wall, my eyes shut, just thinking. It was so nice and quiet, the kind of quiet that was soothing and gentle. The kind that made you believe, if only for a minute, that everything was alright. That everything would turn out great. It was the quiet that made you feel happy, even if you knew you weren't, not even close.
I looked down and saw that I was rubbing my stomach. I smiled as I thought about the baby. It was a baby. It was growing, at this very moment, inside of me. It came from me. It was made of me. It would always love me, even if he didn't.
Oliver.
I felt the tears fall from my closed eyes, but the smile stayed plastered on my face.
Oliver, the only boy, and the only man, I had ever loved.
Oliver, who was loved by my family as if he were their own.
Oliver, who left me without telling me why he had done so.
Oliver, who had a child.
It was then that I started sobbing.
He has a baby, and he doesn't even know. He doesn't know.
I suddenly felt a slight breeze. I opened my eyes and I knew who it was, even through my blurred vision.
"Kat? Are– Are you alright?"
"What are y– you doing h– here?" I said as I wiped my cheeks and sniffled, willing the tears and sobs to stop coming.
"I was just going down to ask the house-elves for a snack... Do you want to join me? You seem hungry."
I had still been rubbing my stomach.
I don't know how or when I got up, or if I had even responded. All I knew is that I was walking alongside him, feeling extremely awkward. It was as if I was being pushed or pulled along. I wasn't able to speak, and I had no clue why I was walking with him, of all the people in the world I could be walking with.
We reached the painting of fruit, and he tickled the pair. I had to laugh at that. In fact, I went into a fit of giggles, not being able to control myself. What a funny thing to do, tickle a pair.
He stared at me, not knowing what to do, and gave a small, unsure smile.
As soon as we stepping into the kitchen, quite a few house-elves surrounded us.
He told them something, and they hurried off. I just stood there, feeling a bit dizzy. I looked around, looking at all the elves, and then looking at him.
Why was I in there?
Why was I with him?
I felt my eyes dampen again and I quickly turned my head away from his sight. He hadn't noticed that I started to cry again, but a house-elf that I recognized as the one that was always helping Harry.
"Why is Katrina upset? Dobby get something for Katrina."
He ran off and I could feel a hand on my shoulder. I shuddered. It felt cold, indifferent. Yet, all the same, I had longed for the comfort.
Dobby then came back with a cloth. He handed it to me, his huge orbs searching me for the reason I was crying.
"Thank you, Dobby," I said with a weak smile.
How could house-elves be so kind to people they didn't know? To people that they cleaned up after and cooked feasts for? To people that never thanked them for their kindness?
I wiped the streams of fallen tears and dabbed my eyes. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I keep my emotions in tact whenever he was around? I couldn't even think about him without crying.
Another house-elf handed a small basket to him and he then guided me out of the kitchen, and back into the lonely corridors.
I kept my head down most of the time, but when I did look up, I saw that we were going towards the great oak doors that stood so tall and proud. There was a creak that I hadn't ever really heard when I walked through the doors while laughing with my friends or being greeted by the sounds of students rushing to their classes. But as I stood there with only him, the sound seemed to echo through my mind, invading all of my thoughts.
As soon and I walked outside the doors, I felt the cool breeze hit my face and lift my hair ever so slightly. I loved the chill in the late October air. I felt the urge to spread my arms and yell something on the top of my lungs. I felt the urge to feel alive. But I thought better of it.
He was sitting down on the steps taking out sandwiches and pumpkin juice that had been in the small basket.
I checked my watch.
10:23.
Had time really gone so quickly?
The thought of Hermione and myself in the empty classroom seemed a blur.
The potion.
The baby.
"Why did you bring me here?" I asked.
"I... I don't know. I just— don't know."
I didn't speak. He just stared at me, waiting for me to say something.
"Why? Why did you leave me, Oliver? Why?"
"Kat... I really don't–"
"Don't what? Don't want to talk about it? Don't want to think about it? Was it that easy for you? Just dump my right there in my kitchen, without a reason. Is it easy for you to sit on your broom and critic everything my team and I do? And it is my team now, Oliver. And you're just taking it all away from me. You're the coach, not the captain. Don't you get it?" I yelled at him hatefully.
"Kat, why are you doing this? This has a hell of a lot to do with more than just Quidditch. Matter of fact, this has barely anything to do with Quidditch. Why can't we be normal? Why can't we just be friends again?" Oliver sounded tired and grumpy.
He sounded like that whenever we lost a long, rough Quidditch game.
"Normal?! You want to be NORMAL?! Don't you realize that after what happened between us, we can never be normal again? After all that you've done to me, I can never look at you the same, never. I truly hope that you suffer for all that you've done to me."
"Oh, isn't that mature of you? Will you get over yourself? All because I broke up with you? Don't you think you're being a bit over dramatic?"
I laughed in rage.
"You don't even know the HALF of what I've been going through! You don't even know half of what you've done to me! You will never understand what I'm going through. And I'm ever so sorry if I'm being a self-centered bitch towards the guy whose ch– oh, never mind!"
I thrust open the doors and ran.
He'd never know how badly he hurt me.
Well, that's all for now. Your thoughts and remarks, please:D