This story is dedicated to lovely Kailey Hamilton

Broomstick Lessons

By Montley

"You see Katie, it's quite simple," Oliver Wood told her as he gripped the top of his stick. "All you have to do is stroke it softly and sensually to get it to shine."

He held it in front of her and ran his fingers down the shaft with the lubricant coated on his fingers. Katie stared at the motion, as he ran his fingers along the stick, and she felt her mouth going dry as she turned her focus to his arms, his buff, muscular arms. She shook her head to stop herself from once again, daydreaming.

'Oliver is just a friend giving you some advice is all,' she reminded herself, then reverting her attention back to him.

"See Katie, simple, you just have to give it some love," he advised with a smile, that same smile that made her wish to melt in his arms. Her eyes wandered across his face before making contact with his eyes, his bright, brown eyes made of milk chocolate.

"You alright, Katie? You seem a bit dazed," he asked with a crease of his, perfectly shaped, eyebrows.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm alright," she muttered, wanting once more to slap herself. 'He's just a friend, just a friend."

"You give it a try now," he said before handing the broomstick over to her, instantly reminding her that it was actually a simple broomstick that he was teaching her how to care for, just a plain, dull broomstick.

She sighed as she gripped onto it before dipping her fingers into the lubricant Oliver offered to her. Then she stroked her fingers along the broomstick, covering the top. She desperately tried to ignore Oliver as he walked behind her, tried to ignore his heavy breath against her neck. He then placed his hand on top of hers and traced ever so slowly over the broom.

"Like this," he whispered in her ear as he guided her fingers along the broomstick. Katie's legs became weak, and she felt as though she was about to tip over, straight into his arms.

At that realization she shook his hand off of hers, "I got it, see, Oliver," she told him with a sad smile. 'Just a friend.'

"Right then," he said solemnly as he slid his hands into his pockets. "You didn't need much help at all then, did ya?"

"No, no, Oliver, I still need to know how to care for the bristles," she reminded him hurriedly, waving the broom in front of his face. With a sigh, he pushed the broom towards the ground.

"I think you're good, they look fine, Katie," he said with a shrug.

"No they don't, they're terrible, and as my friend you need to help me," she informed him as she sat on the ground, hiding herself behind the bristles of the broom.

"Katie, that's just it!" Oliver exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. "I don't know about you, but I can't just be friends with you."

"W-what?"

"I know, I'm not this type of needy guy, but I can't stand it any longer!" he yelled. "I like you, Katie!"

"Oliver," she said breathlessly. "I like you too."

"Not like that," he groaned as he began to walk back into the castle, his own broom on his back. So much for broomstick lessons was the thought circling in his mind. When Katie had asked him to help her, he thought that it was a fantastic opportunity, a girl he liked and his favorite sport together, without the rest of the team around to spoil anything. But then she rejected him without saying anything; friendzoned is what his friends referred to it as, and he could swear that the Weasley Twins began that trend.

"Oliver!" he heard Katie called after. He sighed and turned around, seeing her running towards him, her broom left behind on the ground. He paused in his footsteps and she was able to approach him, and he stared down at her small figure.

"Look, I'm sorry," he began. "I shouldn't have said that, just forget it."

"No, but-."

"I'm really stupid, well besides for anything to do with Quidditch, and your broom was not in the best of shape as a matter of fact," he continued aimlessly.

"Oliv-"

"And you do have to work on avoiding the bludgers, I could help you with that as well."

"Wood-"

"It would also be helpful if you just ignore the Slytherin's taunts as they are huge numbskulls and it should not get in the way of your fantastic skills on the pitch."

"OLIVER, I LIKE YOU TOO!" she yelled and covered her mouth once she did, she clamped her eyes shut for a second, before cracking them slightly open to see Oliver's reaction.

His bright, brown eyes were wider than before, and before she knew it he gripped the sides of her face before leaning down and softly pressing his lips against hers. She let herself revel in the moment, telling herself, 'Aw, hell, I was so stupid.'

"Oi! Get a room!" she heard two voices yell simultaneously. She and Oliver broke apart, and they both saw the Weasley Twins poking their red heads out of one of the castle windows, grinning wickedly at them. Oliver waved them away as he smiled down at Katie, who simply smiled back.

A/N: Thank you for reading! This story was for the lovely Kailey Hamilton who absolutely loves Oliver and Katie! I really hope you liked it, and I'm sorry it was so late, ergh!