I am soooooooooo sorry for the incredibly loooonnnngggg delay! But all the same, better late than never, right...? Right.
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Instead, my eyes rested upon one of the most horrible sights ever; the sight of Oliver kissing - no scratch that - snogging...ugh! I can't bring myself to say it.
Alright, fine! He was snogging An-An-An-Angelica Swanson! (gagging)
I know! I couldn't believe it either. And I wasn't the only one. The whole of the Gryffindor table was staring in complete awe. I mean, how could he?
A Slytherin! And that - that slut, too! What could he possibly see in her?!
The second I got over the shock - okay fine - the hour I got over the shock, I immediately made my way over to the gang (Angelina, Alicia, Weasley, Weasley, and Lee).
"What does he think he's doing?!" I hissed at them in a hushed voice.
I only got one response- a shrug from Alicia.
The rest of them were apparently still in shock, especially the boys. Their mouths were hanging opened with their eyes bulging out beyond belief. As for Angelina, she looked kind of petrified.
Yet, with all the attention they were drawing, the two idiots either didn't notice, or couldn't care less about what people thought. They continued their little snog-fest without so much as a breath of air.
I just couldn't take it anymore! It had been approximately five minutes since I had entered the Great Hall to see that appalling display. I had to do something about it! It just wasn't right! And clearly about half of the school agreed with me considering the faces I could see on people.
So I did something.
I marched over to them, and stood right behind the jerk. I tapped him on the shoulder.
Unfortunately, he didn't seem to notice. So, I poked him in the side. Hard. Let's just say that if you ever thought that he didn't have a weakness, I would be glad to inform you that he is as ticklish as Elmo from Sesame Street.
His face still attached to hers, he laughed into her mouth. At the same time, his reflexes incredibly fast from Quidditch, he grabbed my wrist.
Turning himself around to face me, with an angry and confused look, he asked:
"What was that for?"
Doing the only thing that came to mind; I slapped him as hard as I could across the face, and followed with a few sentences of uh…advice? Hehe…
"What the hell do you think you're doing?! Do you even know who you're snogging right now?! Why would you even snog a thing like her?! She's a Slytherin for Godric's sake! Have you no shame?!" I rambled on.
Believe it or not, I'm a strong girl. It took all five of the 'gang' to drag me out of there in order to prevent me from embarrassing myself any further. But I fought hard. I was prepared to do just about anything to knock some sense into Oliver's thick skull. Anything to get inside it and figure out what on earth he was thinking.
But once they had me, they had me. About half way to the Common Room, on the fourth floor, I stopped resisting. When we finally got to the Common Room, they set me down on one of the couches.
Face in my hands to hide myself from embarrassment, I couldn't help but think out loud.
"I screwed up royally, didn't I?" I murmured.
They all simply nodded in unison.
"Shit. Why didn't you guys stop me?!" I asked looking up at them.
After giving each other strange looks, George finally spoke.
"Didn't you see us basically drag you all the way up here?!" he asked with a tone of disbelief in his voice.
"Damn it! What the hell is wrong with me?!" I questioned.
"Actually, if you must know, I think all of Gryffindor was about to do something along the same lines as you," comforted Angelina.
They all nodded in agreement.
"Thanks, guys," I said. "Just next time, threaten to tie me down to the Whomping Willow or something."
They all laughed and smiled at me.
"Now what?" I said.
"Now what?" Fred repeated.
Except nobody had the chance to answer my simple question, because the next thing I knew, the Fat Lady's portrait burst opened, and in came a very, very, very angry looking…ahhhh….how should I put this…ummmm….monster…? hehe…
Right, by monster, I meant Oliver. Hehe…
It didn't take him long to find me. As his head spun around wildly, his eyes sought me out in about a second.
He marched right up to me, his face barely inches from mine, and shouted louder than I ever thought possible-
"WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!????"
Well I didn't really have a proper response for that, because personally I thought I was perfectly fine in the human perspective. Apparently not.
So acting like the immature five-year-old kid I was, I responded with a simple- "You," and then I stormed my way up to the girls' dormitory.
Reaching my destination, I flung open the door and slammed it as hard as I could. Flinging myself on to my bed, I stared up at the plain, white, boring ceiling for what seemed like a century.
Doing what, you ask? Having a battle with myself. Well, my conscience or thoughts really. I was simply trying to discover whether or not I had gone completely insane. Mind you, it didn't take very long to persuade myself that I had. Hint hint…
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For the next couple of days I absolutely refused to have any social, physical, or mental contact with Oliver Wood.
I had convinced myself that it was entirely his fault that everyone thought I was totally off my rocker. This, of course, led to very silent and awkward practices.
Other than the constant barking of orders, whistling of the wind, or the occasional clunk of a beater's bat against a bludger, practices were simply silent, boring and uncomfortable.
That was until one day when it seemed that Wood had reached his limit. Glaring piercing daggers at me, (which I returned no problem), he immediately began assigning the most atrocious and impossible drills ever.
"Weasley, Weasley, I want you up in the air, aiming bludgers at this flag here," he ordered as he stuck what seemed to be the tiniest yellow flag into the rich soil.
"Potter, I want you to resume catching the snitch as always, only you have a pace time of two minutes to catch it at least once. Whatever time is left, you have to practice your feints."
"And you three, you're going to do a few obstacles. I want you all in a circle; pass the quaffle around eight times. After that, fly around the pitch twice while passing it to each other. Then on the ground and do four laps around the pitch. And finally, I want you to get at least fifteen shots past me," he finished.
There were immediate protests of this impossible task which just appeared to edge him even further away.
"Fine! Twenty shots…each," he spat out.
That just about did it for me. But still, he was our captain; we were to obey his orders.
So we all sucked it up and kicked off into the air. Beginning our impossible tasks, we suffered for hours on end.
Poor Harry looked like he was about to go cross-eyed, Fred and George looked as though their arms were about to fall off and had only succeeded in hitting the flag once or twice each, and as for Angelina, Alicia and I, well we were on, I believe, our fifth trial of our obstacle. And to top all that off, it began to rain, pour, thunder and storm.
That's when it got even worse. One of the twins had managed to hit a bludger totally off course, to hit Harry in the foot as he searched for the snitch.
I could see his face scrunch up in pain, but he simply shrugged it off after looking up at Wood to only be met with a hard, stone look.
Quickly following that incident was another far worse.
As we were told, we chasers were down on land running laps around the pitch. At least until another bludger attack came.
It was aimed by George, I believe, though you couldn't blame them. They looked as though they were about to fall off their brooms.
So as the bludger came zooming towards us, I screamed and ran out of the way, as did Angelina. Unfortunately, Alicia was way too preoccupied with her bleeding nose which she had acquired after being hit in the face with the quaffle.
So naturally, she was knocked out cold. But Wood didn't seem to care. And that's when I had reached my limit.
"WOOD!" I bellowed, "WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO US?!" I screamed at him, though he barely flinched. All he could do was sit on his stupid broomstick and blink at me.
"OLIVER ALEXANDER NATHANIEL WOOD! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!" I exclaimed. (A/N: Sorry if you don't like the names, but they're some of my favourites).
That's when the flying quaffle, that was charmed to aim towards Wood, came flying towards me. I easily caught it, keeping my eye on Wood. Still no sign of reaction.
So I proceeded to do the only thing I could think of. I threw the quaffle straight at his head with all the strength I could possibly muster.
Unfortunately for him, his head still in the clouds, it made its way towards him totally unnoticed. Regrettably, it hit him right in the nose and knocked him out into a state of unconsciousness.
Luckily for me, his upper body just kind of flew back, lying on the broom. I grabbed his Comet and carefully flew my way down without dropping him.
I dismounted, pulled out my wand and levitated his body, and turned to my teammates to say:
"I think practice has ended."
…:EP:…
Not bothering to take a shower, or change, or anything, I continued my way up to the Hospital Wing, the unconscious body floating in front of me.
Tracking mud everywhere, I arrived at my destination.
Opening the door with difficulty, I saw Madame Pomfrey bustling towards us. She simply pointed at an empty bed and I placed him down on it.
She made to shoo me out, but I simply shook my head and sat down in one of the red itchy chairs beside him.
She nodded curtly, and then made her way towards her back office.
The Hospital doors opened once more, and I turned to see who my fellow visitors were.
George entered and greeted me with a small, sad smile, and I saw that he carried in his arms, like a knight in shining armor, Alicia, whose face was barely recognizable in the mask of blood emitting from her nose.
"Oh dear," I heard Pomfrey breath as she saw Alicia.
With a tap of her wand on Oliver's nose, the swelling and bruising immediately decreased. Pouring out a small glass of bluish liquid, she set it on the table beside me and said:
"Be sure to have him drink this once he is conscious again."
Then she hurried over to tend to Alicia. Poor girl. Didn't even know what hit her. Actually, she probably did, but that's beside the point. The point is, by the time Oliver had woken up, it was very early the next morning.
I, of course, was still in my filthy, muddy Quidditch robes, but I didn't seem to care. I had stayed seated there the whole time, wide awake, not caring how hazardous my current state was for my health.
The second Oliver had stirred I perked in my seat and gently called out his name.
His head turned slightly and his face scrunched up in pain. I took hold of his cold, callused hand and squeezed it slightly.
I called out his name once more, in hopes of him becoming fully awake. His eyes squinched, but still remained closed. And finally, after brushing a morsel of hair out of his face, his eyes snapped open.
Quickly followed by a groan of pain, he managed to get out:
"Katie? Why the bloody hell does it feel like I was hit in the head by a bludger?" he murmured.
I gave him a sort of sheepish grin.
"So how are you feeling?" I asked.
"My head is killing me! And do you mind closing those curtains? The sunlight's not helping much either," he suggested to me.
I got up in a hurry and hastily closed the curtains over the window.
"So, would you mind telling me how I got here in the first place?" he questioned.
"Uh, well if I remember correctly, it was during practice and you were being an inconsiderate prat to the rest of the team. So after Harry practically broke his foot, and Alicia was severely knocked out, I'd had enough. So I gave you a piece of my mind," I stated, trying not to smile as I gestured towards his face.
"I see."
"Oh, and would you mind telling me why exactly you were being an insufferable, inconsiderate prat?" I asked with raised eyebrows.
"Oh no, I think you should tell me," he stated.
"And why is that if I don't even know the answer?"
"Because you're the one who caused all of this in the first place."
"Oh really, and how is that?" I asked my voice rising louder by the second.
I heard him mutter something that sounded suspiciously like 'touchy, touchy'.
I sat there with my arms folded, waiting for an answer.
"Well?" I urged.
"Well…you're the one that slapped me first, and made a fool out of me in front of the whole school, and I don't even know why!" he said in an exasperated tone.
"You don't even know why?" I repeated after him.
"You don't even know why?" I said yet again. I could feel my face slowly reddening as I filled with anger.
And that's were it all began.
I was now standing up, towering over his bed, making me seem much taller and bigger than him (for once).
He seemed to be cowering underneath his bed sheets, which were now pulled all the way up to cover his mouth. I must have been very intimidating.
Right, back to what happened. I was like a full fledged volcano just waiting for a reason to erupt, and he was my reason - he set me off. So I blew up.
"WOOD! Did you even stop for a second to think about why I reacted the way I did? Did you even stop to think about and recall what exactly I had said to embarrass you? Hmm? Huh?" I was practically screaming.
"Yes,Bell, for your information I did!"
"Don't you give me that bullshit! If you stopped for just one measly second, to think as to why I did what I did, you would've thought about the fact that you - a Gryffindor - was snogging, yes snogging, a Slytherin in front of the whole entire school; studentsand teachers. You publicly displayed your affection for that little brainless slut in front of everyone. To a Slytherin, for Merlin's sake!"
"And?" he challenged.
"AND? AND? What do you mean 'and'? Have you never heard of the fact that Slytherins and Gryffindors are all enemies? That we should always hate and despise them? Where have you been for the last Godric knows how many centuries? It's like an unwritten rule! Everyone, except for you, seems to know that it is strictly forbidden to have a Gryffindor and a Slytherin engaged in romantic, sexual, affectionate, whatever activities! And withher,no less!" I raged and spat.
"'With her no less'?! What's that supposed to mean?!" he retorted.
"Her. The one! Angelica Swanson is Hogwarts' slut! Tramp! Whatever it is that you want to call her!" I shrieked. "And if you walk up to almost any guy above fourth year, and ask them if they have already been with her, I'll bet you anything at least two thirds of them would say yes!"
"Oh, I see how it is. So that's it isn't it." I looked at him in a confused matter.
"You're jealous of her."
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There you have it, the fifth chapter. Sorry it took so long, but I have an excuse. It's a typical one that y'all must here a lot. But as it turns out, my laptop was totally out of commission for about two months, so basically all summer. And for the remainder of the time, well you know, it's a busy time of year! Plus I'm beginning to apply to different high schools and my teachers are all homework pilers. Thanks for understanding…?And don't forget, review please!
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