1More Than Quidditch 2
AN: Gaaah! This is the last day of WordPerfect that I have D': Well, hopefully I'll be able to find the disk... Anyway, on with the chapter!
Disclaimer: Plot and Katrina and her family equals all that I own.
I had to stop on a staircase to catch my breath.
It's a tad hard to run and sob at the same time.
I doubled over, holding onto the banister for support.
"I would think it is a little late for practicing for Quidditch, Miss Unger," an all too familiar voice said.
I jumped up and quickly wiped my face, hiding any trace that I had been crying.
I turned around to face Dumbledore, whose piercing blue eyes always took my breath away when they met my dull ones.
"Yes, Professor. I must have lots track of time. I was just getting up to the tower now," I quickly explained with a small smile.
"Very well," my Headmaster said as he turned to leave.
I also turned, ready to walk up to Gryffindor Tower.
"Let me remind you, Miss Unger," I heard his voice say, "that it is very hard to keep secrets here at Hogwarts."
Stunned, I turned my head to see his eyes had a knowing glint in them. He turned again and continued to walk where he had been headed.
What did he know?
Did he simply know that Oliver and I were no longer together?
Or was it more?
Did he know what only Hermione and myself knew?
Did he know that I, Katrina Unger, was impregnated with Oliver Wood's child?
With a very eerie feeling surrounding me, I continued to Gryffindor Tower, where I planned on getting some very needed rest.
It was morning and there was quite a bustling energy among Hogwarts.
This was due to the Quidditch match that would be going on today.
Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff.
I, for one, couldn't care less about the match, and I wondered if that made me a bad captain.
I sat at my house table, playing with my lukewarm porridge.
I didn't want to eat. I didn't really have the stomach for it.
But, I decided, I probably should be eating. For the baby, at least.
I was still upset and embarrassed and confused about the events of the night before.
Why had I said all of those things to Oliver?
Why had I allowed myself to go with him?
What did Dumbledore mean by what he said?
Those were the only thoughts in my mind as I spooned my nearly cold porridge into my mouth.
After finishing off all of the mushy breakfast, I swallowed down a piece of buttered toast and gulped down a full glass of pumpkin juice in one shot.
As I stood to leave, I noticed Harry staring at me weirdly.
"Problem, Harry?" I asked.
"No, not really. I've just never seen you eat so much so quickly," he said with a half smile.
I returned the smile and simply said, "Well Harry, I feel like I'm eating for two people!"
Hermione heard this and shot me a warning look.
Harry, who looked even more confused, looked from me to Hermione, and back again.
I just laughed and continued to walk away from the glorious smells of a Hogwarts breakfast.
"Alright guys. Don't slack out there just because it's Hufflepuff we're up against. They have improved since last year, but I know that we can beat them. Harry, keep a good eye on Cho, she is getting to be a pretty competitive Seeker. Ron, you've got to be on the quaffle and watch the chaser's moves. And everyone else knows what to do. Okay, lets get out there."
My team and I walked out of the changing room and out onto the field.
As soon as we got into view, there was a welcoming burst cheering from the Gryffindor stands.
My heart quickened, it always did just before a match.
Once we got to the center of the field, Oliver came up to the center, in between me and Cho.
"Alright, captains. I trust that there won't be any rough play?" Oliver asked.
I didn't look at him in the eye. I, instead, looked at Cho.
She seductively smiled at Oliver and sweetly said, "Oh, of course there won't be any, Professor."
Oliver smiled at her and said, "For the last time, Cho, please call me Wood. I'm not yet as old as Snape."
She laughed at his joke, smiling at him some more, and said, "With pleasure, Wood."
I gripped my broom so tightly that my knuckles turned white.
I could have slapped her silly right then and there.
"Can't you hold off on that until after the match?" I asked with disgust.
Cho smiled at me, it was the most fake smile I had ever seen.
"Wot's the matter, Unger? Feeling jealous, are we?" she asked with a mockingly surprised tone.
I angrily glared at her.
"Will you just blow the bloody whistle, Wood?" I said coldly.
"No rough play?" he asked me.
"We'll have to wait and see," I said, holding my glare on the Hufflepuff witch in front of me.
Oliver looked at the two of us, unsure of what would happen.
Finally, he blew the whistle and we were off.
I know, I know. It isn't that long. OH! You know what? I didn't get any reviews from the last chapter. Not one. Was it that bad?! Haha. Well, how about you make up for that with lots of lovely reviews now:D Hehe.