MORE THAN QUIDDITCH 2

AN: I haven't written anything on here in about a year, if not longer. I doubt anyone even reads any of this anymore. Regardless, I feel the need to complete all of my stories, starting now.

Disclaimer: you already know.

Chapter 10

The next two months passed by quickly. These months seemed hazy... I can't quite remember anything from December or January. Nothing really occurred during the cold winter. After quitting the Quidditch team, my Quidditch team, my life seemed completely empty and lonely. I hadn't felt like that in a long time, not since...

Not since my heart was broken.

What I do remember from those months is relentlessly avoiding Oliver Wood at all costs. I refused to talk to him. I refused to be confronted by him. I refused to even look at the man.

So, I took alternate routes to classes. I ate extremely quickly during meals, and fled the Great Hall as soon I was finished.

I no longer found myself roaming the halls of Hogwarts late at night, for I knew that if I did, I was sure to come across Oliver.

Now that I think of it, I don't believe that I did see him once during those months. Never once during that time did I ever glance up at the professors' table in the Great Hall and see his face. Not once had I caught a glimpse of his figure in the corridors as I traveled from class to class.

I would not be surprised if he weren't even there during the winter. I honestly can say that in those two months, Oliver Wood did not exist to me. All he was to me was merely a ghost.

Another thing that I recall from those months is my faux relationship with Harry Potter. Harry had agreed to pretend to be my boyfriend, and I assured him that it would not last very long. He did not mind, stating that it was not interfering with his love life– or lack of one, as he put it.

Harry and I would hold hands from time to time when around others, and occasionally smile fondly at each other. That was about as far as our displays went. We didn't want to take it as far as kissing, for it just wouldn't feel right.

Just as I was avoiding Oliver, I noticed that Ginny seemed to be avoiding me. I understood why, and I wanted to apologize to her. However, she did not make it easy for me. Anytime that I came around, she was gone before I even had the chance to greet her.

From what Hermione told me, Ginny was very upset with me. She felt betrayed. I wanted to assure her that absolutely nothing was happening with Harry and myself. I wanted to let her know it was all fake.

Finally, one Saturday afternoon in early February, I spotted Ginny sitting in an old, scarlet chair near the warm fireplace, in the Gryffindor common room. She was reading a book, and seemed very entranced by it. She didn't notice me in the room. She did not have time to make an escape. I took my opportunity.

"Ginny," I said, putting a hand on her shoulder.

The redheaded girl jumped slightly. She looked up at me quickly, narrowed her eyes, and looked back down.

"What do you want?" Ginny asked me, her voice giving off a rigid tone. Guilt filled my stomach.

"I'd like to talk with you and explain to you what exactly is happening, if you would give me a minute of your time."

"Alright. One minute. You ought to make it quick."

"Ginny, I want you to believe me when I say that Harry and I are not a couple. We don't fancy each other, not in the slightest," I told my friend.

"Is that right? And the fact that the two of you are going around holding hands and telling everyone that you're an item, that's just a figment of my imagination, is it?"

Ginny was pissed. Her face was beginning to turn the color of her hair. That was never a good sign. In fact, it was a very threatening signal.

"Ginny, really, it isn't what it seems..."

"Oh really? Then what is it exactly? How do you explain why everyone believes you and Harry are together, when you claim that you aren't?"

I was afraid that it would come to this. I was afraid that I might need to spill my secret to Ginny in order for her to believe the truth about Harry and I.

"Ginny, look, it's a very long story..."

"Fine then. You've got five more minutes."

I sighed deeply. I didn't want to do this, not at all.

"Harry and I are faking this relationship. The only reason that he is even doing this is because I selfishly got him involved in my problems. Harry is a good friend to me, and that is why he is going along with this, and I am very thankful for that."

"But why? Why did you even start this? What problems are you talking about?" Ginny looked very confused.

Who could blame her?

"Ginny... This is very hard for me to talk about..." I started to say. Ginny interrupted me.

"Wait a minute, is this all to get back at Oliver? Is that why you're pretending to be with Harry? To make Oliver Wood jealous?" Ginny asked, her eyes growing wide, finding it all very scandalous.

I stopped her thoughts before they could go too far.

"No no no, Ginny, not at all. It's a lot worse than that, in a sense.. You see.. It started when I was in the locker room after my last Quidditch game, and Oliver stormed in, yelling at me like I've never been yelled at before..."

After I was done telling Ginny my complete story, her eyes were even wider than they had been before, but this time they did not gleam with excitement. This time they were filled with shock and terror. Her mouth was also gaped open, and it seemed as if she was unable to lift her jaw in order to shut it.

Then, she finally spoke. "Kat... Katrina.. How.. How in the world did you two allow this to happen? How can you be pregnant? How could this happen to you?"

And then, right there in the vacant common room, my friend and I both began to cry. I cried because I felt ashamed. Ginny cried because she was afraid for me. For what I was going through.

"You're nearly 8 months along now," she reminded me.

"Yes," I said.

At that moment, the reality of it dawned on me, and I was more frightened than I have ever been in the entirety of my life.