All I Ever Intended.
Part Three:
'Just Remember Me'
'Come on now, honey,
bring it on, bring it on, yeah.
Just remember me when you're good to go
Come on now, sugar,
bring it on, bring it on, yeah.
just remember me when...'
Fifteen minutes later, feeling sufficiently calmed down, Katie walked back out into the crowd, her hair and make-up flawless once again thanks to her wonderful good fortune to have been born a witch.
Heading towards the bar, she stopped when she realised that Fred and George were in deep conversation with Oliver, who she noted looked quite upset. Feeling a certain amount of glee at his obvious pain and then feeling slightly guilty, Katie pondered for a moment over whether she should sweet-talk someone into going over and getting a drink for her or whether she should just be the bigger person and get her own.
Her decision was made for her however, when Ginny walked over, glancing curiously at Oliver who now looked ready to cry as Fred chastised him over something – the injuring of her shoulder, Katie guessed.
'You alright?' the younger girl asked as she passed Katie a glass of champagne, courtesy of Seamus Finnigan's winery-owning muggle father, 'Hermione said something about you, Oliver and choking..?'
Katie laughed slightly.
'Oh it's nothing; just had a small run-in with the bastard is all.'
'Oh Katie,' sighed Ginny, looking at her friend sadly, 'you were going so well until he showed up…'
'Don't I know it?' she replied, taking a gulp of the sickly sweet champagne, 'Urgh, this is sweet!'
Ginny merely nodded, taking another sip of her own. There was a pause before she spoke again. 'You should go and talk to him… he seems genuinely upset.'
'What?' said Katie, 'and so my being upset has nothing to do with it?'
'I'm just saying is all…' Ginny said, holding her hands up in a demonstration of peace.
'And how're you lovely ladies this evening?'
Disrupting their conversation with a smooth, easy voice, Dean Thomas came over to them, Lavender Brown clinging to his arm with a simpering smile.
'Good thanks,' the girls replied in unison, determinedly not looking at each other for fear of laughing at Lavender, who was surveying Ginny's black sheath dress-clad body with unabashed envy.
'I do love your dress Ginny,' Lavender said after an awkward pause with another of her all too familiar fake-smiles, 'it compliments your figure beautifully.'
'Uh, thank you Lavender,' Ginny replied, her pale face flushing scarlet as the effort of containing her laughter became more difficult, 'yours is lovely too.'
Katie raised an eyebrow as she took in the ruffles and lilac taffeta that Lavender was wearing, her vanity clearly exposed by her choice of dress colour – how could anyone not remember who Lavender was if she was wearing a lavender dress?
'So um, oh my, Ginny is that Harry beckoning to us?' said Katie suddenly as she noticed the younger girl was about to spontaneously combust with mirth, 'Oh it is, I'm terribly sorry Dean, Lavender, we'll talk to you later.'
Grabbing her friend by the elbow, Katie hurried away towards the kitchenette where Harry was chatting animatedly with Fred and George. Giggling madly, the two girls made it just in time, ducking behind bar and exploding into peals of laughter.
Her eyes streaming with tears of laughter, Katie blinked ferociously before realising she was looking directly into the large brown eyes of Oliver Wood. Shrieking, she jumped to her feet, startling Fred who upset his martini canister and protested loudly, dropping said canister on the head of his hysterically giggling sister.
'Oi, watch it!' cried Ginny, gasping when she realised Oliver was on the floor beside her, a champagne cork in his hand and Katie was trying madly to escape from the kitchen but being stopped by George, 'Oliver, what are you doing down here?'
'I could ask you the same question,' he replied with a smirk, getting to his feet and giving her a hand up, 'what was so funny?'
'Lavender's lavender dress.' Ginny answered with a snort, exchanging glances with Fred and George, 'ahem, how about we serve up those drinks, eh, brothers of mine?'
'Excellent.' Fred and George said in unison, and before either Katie or Oliver could protest, whisked away with their sister in tow, leaving them to stand on opposite ends of the kitchenette, looking awkwardly down at their feet.
'So you weren't coming to find me then?' Oliver said finally, after a few minutes of tension-filled silence.
'No,' replied Katie, 'I was escaping Lavender Brown.'
'I really am sorry you know.'
Grunting, Katie bent down to fix the strap on her shoe, silently cursing the Weasley siblings for being so conniving.
'We used to be friends once,' Oliver continued, plundering on in either a brave or stupid manner, 'before we started going out and all that… we used to be so close Kates – I've missed you like you wouldn't believe.'
Unable to trust herself to say something constructive, Katie said nothing, merely nodding awkwardly and looking at him sadly. He looked so good in his open collared black dress-shirt and dark-wash jeans… if only.
'You um, you look amazing,' he said with a cough, gesturing at her tight little black number, 'I can't believe how different you look though… so much older.'
'Do you do this with all your ex-girlfriends?' Katie suddenly asked, unable to help herself, 'Apologise and then tell them that they used to be ugly but now look better because they look old?'
Stung, Oliver stared at her.
'I'm trying my best here… this isn't easy.'
'And you think it's easier for me!' she cried with a dry sob, 'I've had to live the last three years practically by myself – no family, my friends all too busy with their own lives, no best-friend any more because I was so stupid as to think he might actually have loved me…'
'I do love you!' he yelled back, stopping once he'd realised what tense he'd used.
'You might've once.' She corrected him coldly, turning to leave.
'Don't walk out again Katie,' he said softly, 'don't make the same mistake twice.'
'I'd only just gotten over you Oliver,' she said sadly, desperately, her legs going out from under her and she stumbled, clutching the counter, 'I'd only just started trying to live without you… don't do this to me.'
'I never even tried.' He said, the sincerity in his voice cutting but vulnerable.
'Don't lie to me,' she whispered, her knuckles going white from the pressure of her grip on the edge of the bench, 'you could have any girl you wanted, any time, any where… don't tell me you never had any other girl but me.'
'I didn't, though,' he said hoarsely, reaching out to touch her cheek, 'I never had any girl but you – never wanted any girl but you… you were the one girl I couldn't have.'
Letting out a real sob this time, Katie began to cry as her legs gave way, her emotions too heavy for her body to bear. Catching her as she fell, Oliver pulled her into a hug, clutching her to him like he couldn't bear to let her go again.
'I never wanted anyone but you either,' she croaked amidst her tears, pressing her face into his warm, unbelievable smelling neck, crying harder than she could remember, 'you were the only person I had left…'
Holding her close, Oliver felt the tears start to seep from his own eyes too. She was unbelievably gorgeous when she cried – her vulnerability was so painfully beautiful it hurt to watch.
'You're my family, my life and my whole world Katherine Bell, don't ever leave me again.'
Pulling away from his neck, she sniffed, a watery smile lighting up her face, her fingertips lightly tracing the part of his chest exposed by the open collar of his shirt. She eyed him thoughtfully for a second before taking him by the hand and walking him out of the kitchen and through the crowd of people, now dancing to a stereo one of the twins had conjured up.
'Where are we going?' he asked quietly, laughing slightly when she turned to wink at him.
Walking him down the corridor, Katie suddenly laughed, and to his surprise let go of his hand and began to run. Chuckling, Oliver raced after her, the click-clack of her heeled shoes muffled by the thud of his own feet as he chased her down the parquetry corridor and into the small guest-laundry at the very end.
Smiling conspiratorially, she closed the door behind him, facing him with a blazing look in her eyes that he couldn't quite place for a moment, before balking with surprise when he recognised it as desire. Unsure if he'd placed the look correctly, he tentatively stretched out a finger and traced a line from the base of her right jaw-bone to her collar bone tenderly, smiling when he felt the goosebumps raise on her skin underneath his touch.
They stood there, his fingers gently touching her, both their eyes still wet with tears, until she launched herself at him, pushing him flush up against the wall and kissed him hungrily, almost violently. Oliver, although slightly taken aback, wasn't exactly saying no, though.
Panting, she tore her lips away from his for a moment before skimming her fingers down his chest and unhooking the buttons of his shirt deftly, and then yanked the shirt off him, leaving her before him, half-naked, his torso gleaming in the dim light of the laundrette.
'You've still got it.' She said with an approving smirk and he snorted, leaning forwards quickly to capture her mouth with his again, spinning her around so she was against the wall this time.
Sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders and helping her to shimmy out of it, Oliver ran his hands through her hair, the curls falling through his fingers until they left his hands bare again, free to pick her up and place her on top of the washing machine so she was more the right height.
'Ack, cold!' she hissed into his mouth, giggling.
Oliver merely trailed his kisses away from her bruised mouth and down her jaw-line… neck… collar bone… décolletage…
'I'm – surprised – you – were – that – quick – with – my – buttons' he said suddenly in between kisses with a wicked gleam in his eyes, 'shouldn't – you – be – out – of – practise?'
She laughed as she fumbled with his belt buckle.
'Why would I be? I only ever practised with you.'
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Outside, their ears pressed against the door and eyebrows rising higher and higher as the dirty talk continued, Fred and Angelina muffled their laughter.
'Are they actually making out?' Alicia asked quietly, incredulous.
'More than that, by the sounds of it,' muttered George with a smirk.
'That'll be five quid, love.' said Fred to his wife, smiling victoriously.
'No way,' replied Angelina, silencing his intended cry of protest by placing one graceful, dark hand over his mouth, 'they were supposed to snog-and-make-up in the bathroom, not the laundry.'
We used to be friends,
short and sweet to the soul
is all I intend.
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Dedicated to Kailey Hamilton..
I never did finish the birthday present I wrote you, I'm really sorry.
I bet you thought I'd forgotten or not bothered or anything..
I'm sorry this is so late.
Oh, that would suck so bad if you hated this...
if you do, tell me, i'll write you another one. lol.
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Well, that was a bit racy, wasn't it? hahaha.
If it was too explicit or whatever but liked it enough to want me to, I can get you a copy without the racy-ness in it.. just PM me and let me know. lol.
I forgot to add on last chapter that the poem used is mine, so please don't use it without my permission.. not that i think its really that good anyway, but still.. um, what else to write?
oh yeah, the song i used as inspiration for this is A-MAZINGGGG. so if you havent heard it, i advise you find your nearest limewire program or whatever and get it. it will change your life.
Love,
Ash x