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Disclaimer: "And I say to myself, 'maybe with Quirrel everything would be okay." -Voldemort
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"Quirrel... okay is wonderful." -Voldemort

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Chapter 3: A True Nazi

"Bell?" I asked again, not believing my eyes. Why the hell is she in the BOYS locker room? I took another step toward her.

"No." She said. I looked at her in surprise. It sounded like she had been crying. I rolled my eyes though at her answer. It was just so... Katie-like.

"Bell, what are you doing in here?" I asked, taking yet another step closer to her. She shook her head, and I was confused. I moved just a little bit and some light made her face visible. I could see that yes, she had been crying.

"What's wrong?" I asked, standing right in front of her. As of yet, she hadn't responded again.

"Bell... stand up." I said, starting to panic. What was wrong with her? Did she get hurt even worse?

"Bell?" I asked again, and the panic was audible in my voice. Dammit.

"Puhsumcloeson." She mumbled. I looked around, like the old lockers would give me a clue and glanced at her again.

"What?" I asked. I couldn't help but feel slightly relieved that she responded.

"Go put some clothes on." She said in a strained voice. I blinked and looked down. My jaw dropped. Crap! I ran back to my locker and threw my clothes on. I half dried my hair with the towel, and ran back to her. She groaned as soon as I came in her line of sight. Jeez, I don't look that bad.

"Bell, what's wrong?" I asked again, hoping for an answer this time. When she didn't respond, I grabbed her shoulders, shaking them.

"Katie!" I yelled. She screamed and then started bawling. Oh. My. God. What the hell happened? I hardly even touched her and she started crying! This is the first time I've ever seen her cry.

Oh my God! I'm sorry Katie!" I said. She looked about ready to hit me, but glanced at her shoulder instead.

"Your shoulder? From the bludger?" I asked. She nodded. Oh, God. This is gonna be bad.

"Okay, first you need to stand up." I said. She gave me a look.

"Or I could help you up." I said. I reached out my hand, like I would to help up everyone else, but realized it wouldn't help. Then I reached out to pick her up like I do my three year old cousin, but decided against it. It was too close to her shoulder, and if I accidentally put my hands somewhere they shouldn't be, she would kick me in the knuts. Not a pleasant feeling. I sighed, thinking of how to do this. I could only come up with grabbing her by the waist, kinda like a hug, so that's what I did. She rolled her eyes at me. What'd I do?

"Now we need to get a look at that shoulder- see how serious it is." I said. She gave me a look like 'yeah right!' What is her problem today?

"Bell! Seriously, if you're hurt badly, then we needd to know so we can fix it!" I said, getting irritated. She looked surprised, but still on edge.

"You do realize that requires me moving my should, right?" She pointed out. I slapped my hand against my thigh, getting really agitated.

"It's going to come back and bit you in the butt if we don't find out how bad it is before I take you to the Hospital Wing." I said. I could see from the look on her face that she would give in. She hated the infirmary, and I was pretty sure she was scared of Pomfrey, but she wouldn't do anything that would jepordize her being able to play.

"So let me get this straight. You want me to endure more pain now, in front of you, so I get hurt less in the long run?" She asked, looking at me like I was crazy. I nodded.

"So the moral of the story is you enjoy pain... Right? You are a true Nazi." She said. I almost smiled. You're stalling, Bell.

"That's the only thing you got from that?" I asked, going along with it. She nodded.

"Then yes, I guess that is the moral." I said, smiling. She rolled her eyes. Just take your freakin' shirt off already! ...Whoa, that sounds wrong. But it's not like I think of Katie like that, no matter what Winky said.

"Come on, Bell." I said. She rolled her eyes, but I could tell she was going to do it.

"I'm not a little kid, you know." Katie pointed out.

"Well, I wouldn't be too sure. I might have to help you take your shirt off if you don't start now." I joked, before realizing that that too sounded wrong. She froze, before rolling her eyes. She turned around, and slipped her shirt off, letting it fall to the ground. In other circumstances, this would be thoroughly weird, but maybe- I stopped my line of thought. A gasp escaped my lips before I could stop myself.

"What?" She asked, alarmed. On half of her back and her upper arm, there was a huge bruise. And the shoulder blade? Little tiny pieces making her shoulder look like it was gravel. I took a deep breath in, squinting to see if it would look better. It didn't though. It made it look worse.

"Katie, I'm telling you this as your Captain... Never, ever get hit by a bludger again." I said. I'm also saying this as your friend. She winced.

"That bad, huh?" She asked in a weak voice. I led her over to the mirror with a grim look on my face.

"Oh. My. God." She said in a strangled voice. I hate to admit it, but I had to look away.

"Okay, let's go." I said, walking to the door. I could tell she was behind me by her footsteps. I held the door open for her and she rolled her eyes.

"You're a tough girl, Bell. Most girls would have been screaming from the second they got hit until they were done regrowing that bone." I said, admiringly.

"Awww... Is it just me, or do I hear a hint of pride there, Oliver?" She asked. I paused for a second. She never calls me Oliver. Not since the first day of practice last year.

"In your dreams, Kates." I said, smirking. I had heard her mum use that name at the train station. She glared at me, and looked around, which made me do it too. We were about halfway back to the castle.

"You're right, I totally dream about doing everything humanly possible to make you proud of me." She said sarcastically. I gave her a half-hearted shove, smiling.

"Hey, um... I was wondering-"

"Katie! You're not dead!" Fred yelled, running from the front doors. Dammit, Fred! Katie smiled, but turned toward me again.

"Yeah?" She asked. I shook my head. Hey, I was wondering if you had talked to Winky yet, and gotten the same awkward question I did?

"Yes, Fred, I'm not dead. I am very much alive, no thanks to you." She said, glaring at him. He smiled sheepishly. What'd he do? Is he why Katie was in the locker room?

"Sorry. And not to sound like a total guy, and also not that you don't look good or anything, but why the heck don't you have a shirt on?" Fred asked. I glanced at Katie. She does look pretty good... WOOD! PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER MAN! Katie froze, and coughed awkwardly.

"Well, you shoved me in the boys' locker room. You know how it is." She said with a straight face. I half-choked, and Fred looked horrified.

"KIDDING!" She yelled. He looked relieved, and I looked at my shoes.

"Had to figure out how bad the injury was?" Fred asked. She nodded, and he looked at me. I glanced at him, and he gave me a look that said, 'we'll talk later.' By now we had made it to the doors of the castle. Since Fred was here, I didn't need to go with them. I could go get my gear from the locker room.

"Weasley, take Bell to the Hospital Wing." I said. Katied jumped a bit, and looked at me. I raised my eyebrows. What, forget about me?

"Yessir!" Fred said, saluting me. I rolled my eyes at him, but that turned to a glare as he put his arm around Katie's waist.

"This way, Milady!" Fred said, leading her into the building. I watched them walk up the stairs.

"Hey, Kates!" I yelled, not exactly sure what I was going to say.

"What?" She yelled back, not even turning around.

"Yeah, it was!" I yelled before sprinting off to the pitch. When I finally started to slow down, I started laughing. I laughed so hard that I could barely breathe. God, nothing like a genuine Oliver Wood riddle to keep her up at night! Sadly, that is how George found me.

"Wood! Wood, are you all right?" He yelled in my ear. Slowly, I regained breathing, and glared at him. Then I punched him in the gut. I heard his breath come out with a whoosh.

"Love... you... too... Wood." He wheezed out. I rolled my eyes, and walked in the locker room. Sadly, he followed me. I put all of my gear in my bag, and slung it on my shoulder. I glanced at George, and he was just starting at Katie's shirt, which was still on the ground. Crap. She'll need that.

"Whose shirt is that?" George asked, picking it up. I shifted.

"Ummm..." I trailed off, looking at him in alarm as he sniffed it. He glanced at me curiously.

"Why is Katie's shirt in here?" He asked. Does he really know what Katie smells like? I sighed.

"Ask your brother."