A/N: I would have updated sooner, but I'm currently stuck in a situation with an iffy review. Apparently it's practically impossible to get it removed. blech. Anyways, this is an overly dramatic chapter, but hopefully it's not too bad. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I just used the word 'iffy'...*hint hint nudge nudge*

Okay I know I'm totally supposed to be livid with Oliver right now, but I can't help it! This is the third time that I've single-handedly knocked him out in just a matter of days!

To top it all off, apparently this time he has a concussion as well as being unconscious. Madame Pomfrey says it might take him a while to come back around. Talk about feeling guilty. And all I did was to try to be nice by opening the damn door, frame, whatever!

"Ugh…" Damn it, he's awake. I thought she said it might take a while! That wasn't a while, that was barely even an hour! Lying old crow!

"Bell?" It took him some time to realize where he was. Blinking at the light a few times he let out a grunt of pain.

"Wha—BELL!" Oh, Merlin save me…!

"You! You did this to me!"

"Me?! I did this to you? How did I do this to you? Okay, so maybe I was the one who opened up the frame that hit you, but who stands that close to a swinging door thingy anyways? Besides, I'm not the idiot that went banging on pictures looking for the Weasleys, which, if I may add, is pretty much a death wish all on its own!"

"The Weasleys may have done it, but I bet you my broomstick that you put them up to it!" he glared furiously. Well guess what? I can glare too!

"I—agghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed tugging at my hair. "None of this would have happened if you didn't suspend me for no good reason!"

"No good reason? You were skipping practices! Coming down late! Refusing orders!"

"I was not—" I began, only to be cut off by Mr. High-and-Mighty.

"Don't you dare deny it, Bell! If you can't even admit to the truth, then maybe I should consider replacing you permanently!" he yelled back. "Now get out of here!"

"No! You may be allowed to order me around on the pitch, but that doesn't mean you own me! That doesn't mean you get to order me around all the time, Wood! I'll leave when I want to. And if that just so happens to be now, then I'll leave now!" I stood up abruptly and headed for the door.

"Oh and go ahead and kick me off for good. See if I care, good luck winning the Cup without me. You need me, and you know it! Ali and Lina are great, but we work as a team! Without me, I bet you can't even win against Hufflepuff!" I spat before swinging the door open.

Low and behold the twins sprawled out on the floor, clearly having been eavesdropping on our outburst. They grinned guiltily at me.

"So…which one's next?"

***

We all gathered in the Common Room to have a Plan Chocolate meeting. Having all agreed on the fact that Wood still deserved to suffer; we had to decide which prank was next.

"Well, we have to remember that it'll be difficult to do anything to him physically with him being in the Hospital Wing and all," Ali said smartly.

"Too true. List please," I said, holding out my hand. Digging through her bag, Lina pulled it out and flattened it neatly in front of us.

"Well, according to our original order, the next one would be to steal his precious book."

"That could work…" George said nodding in approval.

"It could indeed," his twin agreed. "He's stuck in bed for at least another hour or two, which means his dorm will be unattended, save for his roommates, but they won't care."

"Yeah, they're used to us popping in all the time," George reassured us.

"Not gonna ask…" I said, the corners of my mouth lifting slightly.

"Let's do this!" Ali said, putting her arm in the centre of our circle. Piling hand on top of hand, we gave a little cheer, and then raced towards the boy's staircase.

"Hey ladies," Fred and George greeted Wood's roommates.

"Hey," they all grunted, not even bothering to look up. So male of them…

"Now, if I were a diary-ish book, where would I be…?" I said tapping the corner of my mouth while pondering.

"Under the pillow?" Ali suggested.

"Huh, obvious, but hey, this is Wood we're talking about, he can't be that creative."

Lina reached under his pillow and what do you know, she pulled out a little scarlet book that had clearly been abused to the point of no return.

"Yes!" We all cheered, high-fiving each other.

"Okay, let's split before he comes back!" I said making a dash for the door. Being as stealthy as possible, we slipped back into the main room. As it turns out, we didn't have to be quite as quick, because it wasn't for another two hours that Wood sauntered back in.

"There you guys are," he said sounding annoyed. "Practice tomorrow at seven; don't be late!" He glanced sideways at me, as if to imply something. Stupid prat…that was once! Merlin!

After he left we all let out a sigh of relief. I felt like a guilty five-year-old that had just stolen a licorice wand from the cupboard right before dinner. See, but what counts is the fact that we didn't get caught. Well, at least not yet.

"Practice tomorrow at seven; don't be late!" Fred said, in a perfect imitation of Wood.

"Otherwise you'll be suspended! It doesn't matter that it was my entire fault. Nor that I'm a cheating, lying piece of scum!" George said putting on an identical Scottish accent. You gotta love the Weasleys.

"So how long do you think it'll take him to realize that it's gone?"

"What's gone? Oh you mean his one true love, Miss Quidditch Bible?" Fred had his arms wrapped around himself, his back turned to us, making frequent kissing noises. Very disturbing, yet I couldn't help but laugh.

"Gross, Fred! Cut it out, that's disgusting," Lina said slapping him over the head…although lightly, may I add.

"Hey, I'm just telling it as it is! Oh never mind. Still, there's no saying that it's not true," he said wiggling his eyebrows at us. Creepy, creepy!

After a few more moments of horseplay, I decided to call it quits for the night.

"Okay, well I'm going to turn in for the day. G'night guys," I said heading to bed.

"'Night," they called in unison.

***

The next morning I woke to empty beds and a dead silent Common Room. The rest of the gang was at practice, naturally.

I'm not sure if I ever said this before, but really, without Quidditch I have so much more time! But as expected…having more free time means sometimes I have too much of it. I never realized how big a part of my life Quidditch was. I'm forced to admit that without it, I feel kind of lost.

So, just like a loser, I sat in the library waiting for their practice to end. It seemed like forever! I reread Quidditch through the Ages (it helped fill that empty hole in my heart, but it still wasn't enough). You can't count the number of times I let out a sigh, whether it be out of depression or boredom, I wasn't sure.

Finally, I gave into the burning sensation. I had to go and see them practice. Aw c'mon, don't look at me like that! It's just out of curiosity. I can't help it if in the back of my mind I'm picturing that this Aerolyn girl is crap.

As I walked out on to the pitch, Lina looked down and waved in my direction. Her sudden gesture had the rest of the team looking at me. I waved back, ignoring the look of pure anger on Wood's face. Going up into the stands, I took a seat beside Hermione Granger and the Weasleys little brother, Ron…I think.

We sat there, in stillness, as I silently critiqued Aerolyn's flying. So I was secretly hoping that she would fall off her broom and break her neck, but the chances of that happening didn't seem very likely.

As much as I hate to admit it, she's actually pretty decent. Okay fine, she's more than decent. She's good. Ugh. Look at her!

"She's amazing, isn't she?" Hermione suddenly said. Huh. Like I said, I dunno about amazing, but yeah, she's good.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Do you miss it?" she asked tentatively. No, of course not!

"Yeah," I sighed. Damn honesty!

"Okay team, last play for today!" I got up out of my seat, making my way back down.

"Lasses, let's try that Hawkshead Formation again! Callaghan, you're up front, Spinnet and Johnson, cover her! Weasleys, attack!" Wood barked.

My head jerked back up, and I stared. Jaw dropping, eyes widening, it felt like I'd been slapped. For three bloody years, we pretty much owned that play. She was totally stealing my spot! I'm the one that's supposed to be in the front! How dare he! It was as if he just took a nail and hammered it through my heart. It wasn't until that very moment, that a realized how much of an effect being suspended had on me.

***

With a cloud hanging over my head, I sat outside of the girl's change room and waited for Ali and Lina to finish.

"Katie?"

My head shot up as I looked around, dazed. "Cedric…?" I said groggily.

"Yeah. Listen, what are you doing down here? Is everything okay?" he said frowning.

"Oh yeah, everything's fine. I was just waiting for Ali and Lina. I must have dozed off…wonder what's taking them?" I said standing up, stretching.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I saw them down by the Great Lake with the new girl."

"Oh," I could feel my face fall slightly. "Well, thanks!" I said smiling gratefully at him.

"You sure you're okay?" he asked again.

"Sure thing, see you around Diggory!"

"Yeah, see you…Katie…"

Okay, so it's not as if I asked them to meet up with me afterwards…I guess it was just kind of expected is all. Well, I guess that's what happens when people assume too much. Defeated, I made my way back up to the Common Room.

***

"Hey, Katie!"

"Davies."

"How was practice?"

"I'm off the team, remember?" I said bitterly.

"Oh, right."

"Why do you care anyways?" I said my eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"I don't know, I guess you just looked kind of troubled." A likely story…he probably just wants to get in on our awesome plays.

"No, I'm fine. I'll see y'around, okay?"

"Yeah, see you." Hmm…that sentence is beginning to get a little repetitive…

I don't know if anyone has ever informed you of this, but you would think that having to climb up seven flights of stairs would be easy after all of the crap that Wood put us through! Believe it or not, but my thighs are burning! Maybe it's because I'm dragging my feet and going extra slow, but all the same, this place is supposed to be magical, couldn't they invent something less painful?!

"Ugh," I groaned, leaning against the railing. I needed, like, a flying potion or something to get me up these darn stairs! That's when it occurred to me that there wasn't much I could do upstairs besides sleeping or aimlessly flipping through a textbook that I wouldn't understand anyway.

"Oh, bloody hell!" I swore, turning back around. With nowhere else to go, I headed for the Great Hall in hopes that someone would be there.

"Katie-kins!" the twins cried out in unison as I entered the Great Hall.

"Have you seen your fellow lovely ladies anywhere?"

"Yeah, they're outside with the new girl."

"Many thanks!" They said dashing off.

I looked up and down the table and found absolutely no one to sit with. Sighing in defeat, I took a seat all by myself. I know, depressing, eh?

I hate to say it, but I couldn't help but feel rather sorry for myself. I'm was sitting at my house table, all by my lonesome, stuffing my face with food because I was bored. I took one look at the half-eaten muffin in my hand and immediately tossed it back on the table. Without Quidditch, I wasn't really doing any physical activity at all, so eating more than usual would not be a good idea.

At that very moment, I officially felt fat. Fat and lazy. So being totally genius, I back-tracked all the way to the change rooms again, pulled on my sweats and started for the track. I was on my third lap when I felt my stomach give a massive heave.

You know when your parents, friends, or just about anyone reminds you to wait a while after eating before doing anything physically exhausting? Well, apparently that little bit of advice never stuck with me. Evidently, after that small binge session of mine, running was an extremely stupid idea. Consequently, I hurled the whole meal back up.

"Damn it!" I know I'm supposed to be strong and all that, but I can't help it. Whenever I barf, the tears always manage to spill out. It's kind of like when you sneeze you have to close your eyes. Wiping the drops with my sleeve, I spat to rid my mouth of that horrible taste and continued with my run. I'd already barfed everything up, it's not like anything else could get in my way now.

For some reason, the whole ordeal just gave me a burst of energy that had me running for close to two hours. My shirt was pretty much plastered to my back. The sweat was practically flowing out of me at this point. Disgusting, I know. I had lost count a while ago, but I was pretty sure that I had surpassed fifty laps. After about ten, I always get that lightheaded sensation, with the blood pounding in my ears. So when I got a little dizzy, I didn't think anything of it. And when my vision blurred and I hit the floor, truth be told, I think I blacked out too fast for me to even realize what was happening.

A/N: Thanks a bunch for reading everyone! A huge thank you goes out to my incredibly helpful and reliable beta Firnoviel, whom without I would be lost as would this story! Well I hope you all enjoyed it, and you know what's coming next. Would you, could you ever possibly think about reviewing...? I must admit, advice/ feedback would be much appreciated at this point. I have a general outline thanks to my beta, but I would really love to know what everyone else wants to happen? A favourite quote, a line, song, much wanted conversation? Anything at all, please don't hesitate! Thank you again!

'til next time,

~EP~