Ok. This is my first KBOW fanfic, but I LOVE them together! They're sooo adorable! Anywho! There's going to be more chapters, so if you like, keep reading, I guess. xD.
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Disclaimer: All the characters and what not belong to J.K. Rowling. I love her to death for writing Harry Potter. So, yup. Have fun!!
Stupid Boys
Chapter 1: It's A Damn Cold Night.
Why must we have Practice when it's so damn cold out?! God! Oliver is out of his mind! Honestly, it's like, 12 below, and he wants us to FLY?! He's bloody insane, that's what he is. I don't get it. He has to come out here and suffer too, so why now? Anyway, so that's why I'm sitting here, on the Quiditch Pitch, about to cry because my ass is frozen and numb.
Oliver was talking, but no one was really listening. We were all just sitting there, admiring his nice muscles, his gorgeous accent, the way he talks….Ok, so maybe they ALL weren't thinking about Oliver like that, but I definitely was. He is like, the sex god of all the gods and goddesses. Honestly. If only he didn't make us go through this torture!
"He really likes you, you know." Someone whispered into my ear behind me.
"WHAT?!" I screeched to Fred, who was sitting behind me. He just smirked, and laughed at the way Oliver was staring at us because of my little outburst.
"Bell, are you done interrupting now? Because I would like to finish this practice." He said, looking like his blood pressure would make him pop.
"Actually, Oliver, I AM done, because I'm going back inside. This is ridiculous! I probably have frost bite on places unimaginable! I hated the cold to begin with!" I jumped up, and ran into the changing rooms. Oliver looked shocked. His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets. Serves him right for making us practice in this weather. He sighed, shaking his head.
"Go ahead. Go get inside. Take your showers." Oliver said painfully. He grabbed his broom and started walking away from the team. Everyone painfully got up off the ground, and ran after me into the locker room.
"God! He's fucking crazy!" George said rubbing his ass. "My ass is completely NUMB! And he expects me to fly?!" Alicia giggled, and patted his butt firmly. "Hey!" She just giggled and ran around to the boy side of the locker room. George quickly followed, and we heard the water turn on, accompanied by more giggling.
I looked at Angelina with a questioning look. She shrugged, and walked into a changing stall to get out of her robes and take a shower.
"Katie, go get Oliver before he freezes to death." Fred said. He smiled like he knew that's really what I wanted to do, even if I DID have to go back out in the cold.
"Ok." I sighed. "Harry, make sure the four of them don't do anything inappropriate." Harry looked at me in such a shock, I had to laugh. "I'm just kidding. Otherwise some girls have a lot of things to tell me about when we get back up to the castle…" I smiled, and left the locker room.
"Oliver!?" I yelled. I couldn't fine him anywhere. This was ridiculous! Where was he? I looked up, only to see a dark object flying at my head. "AHHHHHH!!" I screamed, ducking down flat on the ground.
"Katie!? Are you ok?" The voice sounded strangely familiar, flying over to me. "Oh my God! Katie! I'm sorry! I was trying to get the bludger back into the trunk! I'm sorry! Are you hurt? Where did it hit you?" Oliver asked, but before he could finish, I cut him off.
"Oliver, I'm fine. God. Why didn't you ask for help?" I sat up, grabbing onto Oliver for support, as I almost fell over.
"Katie…I'm sorry…" He trailed off, looking away from me, blushing. What? Oliver Wood was embarrassed?! When did THAT happen? I smiled, and pulled him to his feet with me.
"Katie! You shouldn't be standing up!" He shouted, grabbing hold of me protectively.
"Oliver! I'm fine! The bludger didn't even hit me! I ducked before it did. I just got the wind knocked out of me, is all!" I said, trying to pull out of his iron grasp. When I finally got free, I started walking towards the lockers. "Come on, Oliver. They're all waiting for you to come back. That's why I came out." I called over my shoulder.
"Hey, Katie! Wait a minute! Can I talk to you?" He ran over to me, pulling me back towards him. He held my hand in his, and played with my fingers, staring at the ground. "Um…Katie….God, this is hard." He said, blushing again. Could Fred have been right, about him liking me? I don't know, but I think it's highly unlikely. He mumbled something that I never expected him to say, of all people. "KatieIloveyou."
"What?" I asked, in total shock. He leant down and kissed me softly on the lips, pulling away after a few seconds.
"Sorry," He mumbled, and started to walk away.
"Wait, Oliver! I have to tell you something, too!" I ran to him, and I heard cheers from behind me. I turned around to look, and saw the whole team cheering. Alicia and George were wrapped up in each other, and Fred and Angelina hugging. I'd have to ask them about that later. "Oh my God, Oliver. What are you doing? You didn't even let me say anything!" I grabbed his hand, and put in on my waist. His eyes widened, and he gasped as I snuggled into his chest. "Damn, its bloody cold, Oliver Wood. Can't we do practice inside, or something?" I hugged him, inhaling his scent, and wishing it would never end.
"Katie, you're shivering. Let's go inside. Come on." He grabbed my hand, and started tugging me to the locker rooms.
"Wait!" I walked to him, and put my arms around his neck. "I never got to repay you…" I slowly closed the distance between our lips, and kissed him hard and long. The cheers came again, and we broke apart smiling, breathing the cold night air deeply.
Ok. So that was the end. What do you think? I'm making more chapters, so don't freak out on me. They'll be up soon, I promise. I'm in a writing mood. Thanks for reading!! Enjoy.