Okay, so here is another re-write. I'm working on both this one and Vivo Locco as well. My writing has matured quite a bit, so I'm sure you'll like this much better. Enjoy! Please Review!

-Skoot.

MOST FORTUNATE CALAMITIES

It was a dreary day outside, Katie thought as she looked out her dorm window to the grounds below. The sky was dark with murderous, gray clouds and the wind was beginning to pick up. Her gaze traveled across the gloomy landscape to the Quidditch pitch and the service buildings nearby. What she wouldn't give to be out there now, to feel the wind in her hair and the little droplets of rain on her face. That was the feeling she had always craved, the carefree freedom to do as she please. Unable to resist the temptation, she pulled on her worn practice uniform and grabbed a heavy black case from under her bed.

Opening the durable case, Katie gazed at the beautiful sight before her. The blue on the handle stood out clearly against the maroon colored comforter, making her sigh. A bluebottle. She had waited for so long to get a new broom. She was almost afraid to touch it, fearing that it might disappear and prove her hopes wrong. Timidly, she set her fingers on the tip of the handle. It was all hers. No one could take it from her now. After admiring it for a long while, she smiled and lifted the broom firmly. It felt so good in her hands. She couldn't wait to try it out. She grabbed her tennis shoes and her new broom, as she headed towards the door and raced to the Quidditch Pitch.

As she breathed in the fresh air, she mounted the broom, pushing off into the middle of the grassy arena. She circled around the pitch once, and then flew higher into the sky. She was made to do this, remembered that it was all she ever wanted to do, as she plummeted back towards the earth, pulling up before the broom handle could hit the ground. Quidditch was second nature to Katie, and she felt so much more alive when she was in the air. Practicing a few new moves, Katie glided through the air towards the goal posts and quickly flipped back around to the other set across the field. The rain splattered hard against her cheeks, but she didn't care. She felt so alive, so free to do anything she wanted.

"Katie!" She almost missed the faint yell from across the pitch, but as gaze found the familiar form next to the goal post, she knew she had be discovered too soon. The blue bottle hummed as she steered it closer to the ground, then went silent as she hit the ground and pulled it out from underneath her. She hadn't seen him in a while, but it was a sight that she welcomed time after time.

"I thought I told you not to practice in this kind of weather. It's too dangerous." Oliver frowned at her, as he met her in the middle of the pitch.

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks, Dad." she said, using the nickname that she knew he hated with a passion. Oliver had always been a little too overprotective of her, making her feel caged-in at times. With her brows scrunched together, she turned away from him and headed to the lockers. Even now that he was scouting for Puddlemere, he still had a habit of regressing to his time as her team captain.

"You'd better listen to me, Katie. I'm not your father, but I am the captain of this team." Oliver grabbed her arm and spun her around and looked her straight in the eye.

"If you pull another stunt like this, you're on the bench for the season. Got it?" Katie could feel an angry fire flow through her body and wrenched her arm from his grasp.

"Yeah, Dad." She repeated, sarcasm dripping from her voice like the rain dripping from her hair. Her mood was beginning to resemble the weather, which had taken a turn for the worse. Rain pounded down around them, making Katie shiver. They were both soaked now, and the way Oliver was looking at her seemed to amplify the coolness in the air.

"Let's get dried off, I don't want you to get sick." He grabbed her arm again and pulled her towards the lockers. Katie tried to resist at first, but Oliver was much stronger than she was and pulled her along behind him. When they entered the small building, Oliver pried the bluebottle from Katie's clammy hand and examined it.

"I didn't know that you'd gotten a new broom." Water dripped from his hair onto the blue handle of the broom, as he looked closer at the object. Katie tried to ignore him and headed for her personal locker; she usually kept a spare set of clothes in there, for emergencies.

"This is a great broom. The aerodynamics are impeccable, the handle is hand-carved, and well… this is just gorgeous." The admiration in his voice shocked her system, and she turned to look at him. He glanced up and caught her eye.

"Now, I know why you were out there. I wouldn't be able to resist either." Oliver stepped towards her and offered the broom back to her. "She suits you." Eyes met each other and locked, causing Katie to shiver again.

"Uh, maybe we should head back to the castle. People will be looking for us." She tore her eyes away from his and turned to her locker, placing her broom in the small handle she had fashioned to hold it in place.

"I'm not going to risk getting sick trying to make it back there. We're staying here until the storm lets up." There was no question in his voice, only the strong, rock solid authority. He headed over to the locker he had convinced McGonnagal to let him use and opened it with ease; pulled out two sets of Puddlemere workout uniforms and handed one to her.

"Here. These will keep you warmer." Nodding towards the tank top and shorts in her other hand, he forced her to take them.

Grateful that she didn't have to wear her skimpy shower clothes, she took the proffered garments and thanked him. Before she could turn around, though, Oliver took off his shirt. Shocked, Katie dropped the clothes he had just handed her to the bench and her eyes just about popped out of her head. A blush covered her cheeks and she turned away quickly.

"You could have warned me you were going to take your clothes off." She closed her eyes and turned her head toward the ceiling, taking a deep breath. The image of Oliver's chest was burned into her mind, now, and she felt her cheeks flame a little more.

"You've seen me without my shirt before." Was the only reply he offered. Katie had to admit that it was true; she had seen him, shirtless, practicing with the rest of the guys. The girls had giggled and sighed over them, but that had been almost two years ago. A hand fell on her shoulder, and she opened her eyes just a slit and turned her head toward it.

"You can turn around, now. I'm decent." Katie turned around, relieved to see Oliver in the white t-shirt of their practice uniform. Before she could say anything, he turned bright red and looked down. She cocked her head to the side and frowned at him.

"What's wrong?" The reason for his embarrassment unknown to her. She glanced down at the soaked shirt that was still clinging to her skin and nearly lost her lunch. The shirt was plastered to her body, with nothing left for the imagination, seeing as she had been in too much of a hurry to put on a bra. Picking up the dry uniform, she held it to her chest and turned away from him. Great, she thought to herself, now they had seen each other's naked chests. Wanting to crawl into her locker and die, she nearly crumbled to the floor, but her pride kept her upright. With as much dignity as possible, she kept her back to him and changed her shirt.

"Don't look, please. I'm going to change my trousers." Her voice was quiet, but she knew that he had heard her. She heard some rustling behind her and figured that Oliver was doing the same. She disposed of her wet workout pants as quickly as she could and pulled on the dry, baggy pair that Oliver had given her.

As she pulled them over her waist, a boom of thunder shook the ground, causing Katie to shriek and fall over the bench behind her. The hard wood of the bench hit her knees, and she was sure that she was going to hit her head on the tiled floor, instead it collided with the hard muscle of Oliver's body. Attempting to save her, Oliver had grabbed for her body and lost his balance. They both fell to the floor in a tangle of legs and arms; Katie attempting to get away from Oliver and Oliver trying to keep his hold on Katie.

"Hold still, damn it." His steel arms clamped around Katie's middle and held her still. Her struggles were causing sensations to shoot through his body, and he was afraid if he didn't let go of her soon, they were both going to be embarrassed again. The moment Katie stopped moving, Oliver pushed her away from him. Another pulse of thunder vibrated through the ground, and Katie jumped back into his arms.

With her arms wrapped around his waist as tight as she could, and her face buried in his chest, Oliver struggled to get into a sitting position. When he finally completed his task, Katie was laying between his legs, with the upper half of her body still plastered to his. His face was flaming, and he was sure that she had to be able to feel his arousal. Trying to pull away, Oliver made half-efforts to calm her down; patting her back, squeezing her arms, speaking to her in a quiet voice. Nothing worked.

"Katie?" he made sure his voice was light, but even he could hear the strain in it. His answer was muffled, but after a few moments, Katie pulled her face away from his warmth and looked up at him.

"Yes, Oliver?" Her voice was scratchy and he could she the fear in her eyes.

"Are you afraid of the thunder?" A small nod was the only thing that Katie could manage, before the tyrant thunder sounded again. Her face went back into his chest, and Oliver shifted himself to lean back against the lockers.

A sigh escaped him, and he did the only thing he could think of that might comfort her: held her tight and whispered, "Don't worry, Katie. I'll protect you."