A/N: Wow, you people can certainly rock the reviews. I would have liked to do a holiday update, but I'm going to be out of town so lucky you; it comes early. This was a lot of fun to write, so I hope everyone has as much fun reading it (and leaving me reviews! Especially leaving me reviews) So when it rolls around, everyone have a happy Valentine's Day, Singles Awareness Day, or even Mardi Gras! May it be a fun and happy holiday for my readers!

Disclaimer: If I owned anything useful, I wouldn't have to go into work when I could play in the snow!

Quidditch Teams

"We'd have been here sooner, but superstar over there" pointing at the reserve beater lying on the floor "had to sign autographs. We got all caught up down in the waiting area, it's a zoo! Coach's trying to clear it up though." The man stepped over his teammates in the floor. "Cliff Cloudman, lead chaser for Puddlemere United, nice you meet you all. Glad you're up Katie." Despite the whole mess that had happened Cliff had everything together.

Katie just stared at him with her eyes bugged out. All she could see was blue. "Oliver, I think we've been invaded. I'm blaming you." She tried mock severity. When that failed miserably, she couldn't help beaming up at him.

"Since you've decided things are my fault, you're probably gonna make it." Oliver replied with a smile of his own. He began surveying the 13 men all staring at Katie. Most of them were looking at her like she was zoo exhibit, while a few of the older, married ones were looking from her to him expectantly.

"Um, ok so introductions. Old Quidditch team, Mr. and Mrs. Bell, meet my new Quidditch team, Puddlemere United. New Quidditch team, meet my Gryffindor House Quidditch team, minus Harry, and Katie's parents."

"Ollie that won't do at all" George started

"Yes, men of our stature need a proper introduction"

"We are Messrs. Fred and George Weasley"

"Creators"

"Innovators"

"And Pranksters supreme" they finished together.

"You mean like WWW? You're really the creators?" a Puddlemere player piped up.

"Of course!" chorused the twins, both secretly wondering how bright are professional athletes, really?

"Oliver," another admonished "you never told us you never knew anyone REALLY famous."

"Sig," Cliff answered, "we're professional Quidditch players. We're ALL famous." And the entire group of people laughed, even the Bells, who had little idea of what was going on.

"What's going on in here?" the Quidditch players parted to allow their coach to move to the end of the bed.
"Nothing Coach. Sig just forgot that Pro Quidditch players are famous."

"Sig, you forgot after that mess in the lobby? Merlin boy. It's going to be a PR nightmare. Speaking of, Arron you're in some deep shit when we get out of here. Were you even thinking?" Coach glared down at the beater. James Arron was still sitting on the floor, disoriented from a person or two using him for a doormat. He shrugged in response to his coach, not recovered enough for a witty comeback.

Coach just shook his head before looking at Katie, still securely tucked into Oliver's chest. "Nevermind that. Katie, I'm really glad you're awake. I know you don't know me but I'm Oliver's coach, Kevin Pryce but go ahead and call me Coach, everyone else does. He was a right mess while you were knocked out and now hopefully I can get my Keeper back."

"Hey Coach, you've got me."

"Hinsley, when you can save half of what Wood can then maybe I'll let you pretend you're my other keeper" Coach joked. "Can't you just be happy for the couple?"

That comment, while not bothering the standing Puddlemere players, caused Oliver to choke. It also caused Katie to turn red and hide her face in her hands. Angelina and Alicia looked like someone had just let a governmental secret slip and the twins broke out into loud guffaws.

"What! What is the matter with you?" Coach looked disapprovingly at the twins outburst, then the rest of the room before rounding on Oliver. "You almost kill yourself worrying about her, leave the pitch DURING practice TWICE, and now sit with her all bundled up in her lap. How in the hell did you think I didn't know you were dating the girl? Hell, even Arron got it and he's been hit with one too many bludgers."

Oliver now looked like he had been told he had five minutes before he was to be set on fire and thrown to a herd of hungry thestrals; perhaps that would be better than answering that statement. Katie chanced a glance up at him and forgot her own mortification as she saw the priceless look there. She was just going to have to try and save him.

"We're not dating." She tried to be as calm as possible, but instead ended up sounding sad and small.

It wasn't possible for Katie to see the look of panic replaced by a resigned sadness on Oliver's face. He took a hand from her waist and lifted it to tuck the blonde curtain hiding her face behind her ear. He wanted desperately to have even a glimpse of her face and see what caused the sadness. Was she sad because people assumed they were together? Was she sad because she felt sick? His action prompted Katie to twist a little in his arms so she could look him in the face.

Most of the males in the room looked like they had been smacked in the head for something they didn't do, confused and disoriented. The minute expression changes were lost on them. Amongst the perceptive audience, Angelina and Alicia looked like they were watching a particularly engaging movie and the hero is about to get the dream girl. Amelia Bell saw a five-year old Katie who had just fallen off her bike and was looking for someone to make it better. Oliver and Katie only saw one another trying desperately to read the face in front of them. The healer saw too many people in a single room.

"Anyone who does not bear the last name Bell must leave IMMEDIATELY!" The healer was wondering exactly how many people were in the room he had just shouted into.

"Alright boys, Say good-bye to Katie and then head out." Coach looked at Katie and tried very hard not to say anything else to Oliver. "I'm glad you're better on any count Katie."

Each of the Puddlemere players approached Katie's bed in a somewhat orderly fashion to wish her well and express gladness about her not being in a coma anymore. Most were just generic phrases, but to the healer it looked a lot like she was getting formal acts of fealty from her subjects. Oliver stood next to her bed and watched them come, speak, and exit into the hallway, with one exception.

"Katie, I'm really glad you're better. You're so beautiful and since you and Wood aren't… Maybe we..."

"She's not available to you Arron" Oliver growled in a dangerously low tone that made the receiver doubt he would live if he crossed the man in front of him. Then again, James Arron was not known for doing the smart things.

Out of habit, Katie opened her mouth to make a retort about her being able to date whatever low-life would take her and stopped. She needed to think again and she was growing very tired.

Oliver bent down and kissed Katie on the temple the minute the last member of his team passed the door. He then followed them without a word. The twins and her best friends began to say a jumble of things, talking over each other. The gist of what was said was that they were all very happy she was awake, loved her very much, would come to see her soon, and take care of Oliver, don't worry.