1More Than Quidditch 2

AN: Sorry for the delay. It's rough work raising three 2 week old kittens. Haha. Seriously. Anyway, here's ze chapter. Enjoy!

Oh, and as Eatorbitwrappers pointed out, Cho is in Ravenclaw. Therefore, Gryffindor is having a match against Ravenclaw, not Hufflepuff. Sorry about the slip up, I've had a lot on my mind and had a bit of a 'duuuuhh' moment. Haha.

So anyway, this chapter is here because mah new friend Eatorbitwrappers inspired me to write some more. :)

Back to business!

Disclaimer: Okay, I'm not doing this anymore. It's getting annoying. I don't own anything other than what has been popping out of my head, otherwise I wouldn't be writing on this site, obvsly.

I swiftly flew past the Ravenclaw Chasers and threw the Quaffle into the middle hoop when the Keeper lunged toward the left one.

Along with all of the cheering, the announcer's voice was only a murmur in the back of my head. My mind was focused on finding a certain Ravenclaw Seeker...

Not second later, Cho Chang came whooshing past me on her broom, my bangs flying to the side from the wind she gave off.

I quickly threw the Quaffle in once again, and when I turned around to get it again, I was smacked hard in my right arm. I winced and then turned to see Cho beside me.

"You better watch it," I spat at her.

She gave an innocent look and then a snicker and flew off after Harry.

I felt my blood starting to boil.

How dare she?

She had always seemed so kind, so nice.

Now it seemed that the kindness was just an act.

Or, maybe Cho had her eyes set on Oliver, and maybe she was one of those 'I get what I want' type if girls.

Well, She'd just have to get it in her mind that Oliver Wood is one thing that she will never get.

I was startled by that thought.

Why was I being so defensive about Oliver?

I hated him. I truly, truly hated his guts.

He hurt me, and I didn't love him anymore.

And he didn't love me.

So why did I care so much if Cho fancied him, and he fancied her?

Suddenly, Cho and I collided once again. I would have slipped off of my broomstick if I hadn't been gripping the handle so tightly.

Now I was enraged.

She flew off, and I went straight after her.

I was nearly at her side, when she decided to try to smack into me again.

I quickly spun my tail around and she was smacked by my broomstick.

When I turned back to her, she was gripping onto her broom like her life depended on it.

And it did.

She was dangling in mid air, trying to swing back onto her broom. A few of her teammate quickly flew to her aide.

Within seconds, Oliver was racing towards me, blowing his whistle like a mad man.

He was yelling for me to land my broom, and he was right behind me when I did.

"What were you thinking?!" Oliver yelled at me.

His face was red and his voice was loud and mean.

He was mad, he was really mad.

"Oh, that's right. Go defend her."

"You could have killed her!"

"Well, I didn't did I?"

"I can't believe you! You are acting like a child!"

"Yeah, well what about Cho? She purposely smacked into me twice, but I guess that didn't matter to you! Oh no, it's only when your little girlfriend gets hurt that you charge in to save the day!"

"I'm sure it was an accident. She wouldn't do anything like that."

"Of course she wouldn't. But I would, wouldn't I? You can always expect things like that from me, can't you?"

"Well, lately you've been pretty insufferable, so I guess that's what you've resorted to."

Ouch. That hurt. It really did.

"Well I guess you're right," I said before throwing my broomstick at his stomach, causing him to let out an, 'OOF!'

I then started treaded off to the changing rooms.

"KATRINA! GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!" Oliver bellowed.

I looked to see many faces, including some of my teammates, staring down to see what I would do.

"SOD OFF, WOOD!" I yelled as loudly as I could, and continued with my treading.

I was tying my laces when I heard the door open.

I wondered if the game had ended already, but from the lack of noise I knew it wasn't the team.

I was about to decide that it was my imagination, or maybe the wind.

But then Oliver stormed over to me. I backed up against the wall, slightly frightened by how mad he really was. Oliver wasn't one to be abusive towards girls, but I sincerely thought he was going to hit me.

He looked like he wanted to hit me.

I really thought he might, I even braced myself.

He came so close that I could feel the anger and heat radiating off of him.

He looked down at me and was yelling like you wouldn't believe.

I couldn't even pay attention to what he was saying.

I thought I was going to cry.

He had never, ever yelled at me like that before.

It was scary and hateful and it made me feel like dying for what I did.

I realized that it had been wrong, what I did.

Why would I ever do something like that?

I was a good, nice, loving person.

Now I seemed to be a whole different person. A mean, cruel person.

That wasn't me at all.

The whole break up with Oliver was really taking it's toll on me.

Or was it the whole baby thing?

Suddenly, remembering the baby, I gasped and said, "My baby!"

I quickly covered my gaping mouth and stared up at Oliver, my eyes wide.

Did I just let out my secret?

"What?" Oliver asked, confused as ever.

I racked my mind for an answer. What do I tell him?

I then say that the team was walking into the room.

"Uhm... Harry!" I said. He had been the first person to walk through the door.

Harry Potter looked over at me and Oliver, a questioning look on his face.

Oliver looked down at me with the same look.

I slid away from Oliver and went to hug Harry.

"Yeah, he's my baby."

A-ha! A twist! .::ducks away from rotten tomatoes being thrown head::. Alrighty, your opinions would be appreciated to the upmost:)