Heyy! - Set of Katie-Oliver's, please R&R

Disclaimer: It's all JK's. If it was mine... how i'd meddle, but sadly, it's all JK Rowling's.

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Quidditch Practice

I sit on the bench in the changing room, staring at the mud on my Wellington boots. It's about an inch thick on each side, and I groan as I brush at them weakly. It's not shifting.

"I honestly can't believe him." Angelina says from the showers somewhere to my right. "I'm soaked from my head to my waist, and caked in mud from my stomach to my toes." Alicia giggles. There's a thud, a splash, and she shouts out.

"Oi! Ange, that hurt!"

"Well. No need to laugh. You have mud on your face. And not good mud, either."

"But throwing soap…" I switch off. Every practise. Every single practise is ending like this now. Covered in inch thick mud and soaked to the skin. We girls are thinking of resigning, or at least boycotting practice for a few weeks. Oliver would murder us in our beds though… well, he wouldn't, but we wouldn't want to sleep for a few nights... just in case.

"Katie!!" Angelina appears, wrapped in a pink towel, "You've had your shower, can you go and give Wood a piece of our minds?"

"I would, but I don't think he'd know what to do with them." She nods appreciatively, "But I'll go yell at him for a bit."

"Thank you." She grins and points at my wellies, "When you get back, I'll clean them."

"No… there's no need, honestly. I wanna kill him as well."

"But you're gonna get the flack for it." I shrug as she cocks her head, "You don't mind, do you?" I shrug nonchalantly again, and she stares at me, confused.

"I think I'm beyond caring." And slowly, realisation dawns on her face, "You want off the team?" Disbelief crosses her face.

"Course not. I want him to think I want off the team." I disappear from the benches and go across to the boys changing rooms.

Fred answers the door in his boxers and I grin at him.

"Alright Fred?" He nods.

"You want a word with Wood?" He's a frigging mind reader sometimes.

"Why else would I be here?" He lets me pass and I rearrange my face into a scowl. "Oliver?!" I yell into the showers. The far cubicle squeaks and Oliver appears, wrapped in a towel.

"Bell? What do you want?" I've never been able to resist a Scottish accent, but I'm getting better. I fold my arms and lean on the doorframe in Oliver's path. "Your face is telling me that you're tired, cold, muddy and sick of early morning practice? Anywhere close?"

"Your towel's fallen down." I say simply, irritated that he's second-guessed me. He freaks out and panics, not actually looking down to see that the towel was still there. I turn and walk out of the shower block and sit down on the bench, folding my arms. "Wood," I shout back at him, "I am sick of getting up at three in the morning, without breakfast, getting back to the castle, absolutely bloody soaked rotten, and covered in mud, and getting no gratitude from you at all." I rub my eyes and stand up, feeling the tears burn at them as I realise it. "I'm going to give it some thought, but if conditions from you don't improve… Oliver, I need sleep." And I get up and walk out. Fred grins at me and I flash him a smile, but my heart sinks as Oliver doesn't try and stop me. Until-

"I'm sorry, Katie." he says, catching up with me, still with the towel around his waist.

"Oliver, saying it and doing things are two different ideals." and I push the girls door open. He follows me.

"OLIVER!" The three of us shriek aloud. He stops in his tracks. The door slams in his face.

"I'm sorry!" he yelps through the door, "Seriously." We ladies share a look. Oliver Wood, sorry? Right. "Seriously, Katie. I didn't know you felt that way."

"What way, Oliver?" I'm suddenly interested in the direction of this conversation.

"Felt like I wasn't giving you enough gratitude." I nod at the closed door, then realise that he can't see me. Opening it ever so slightly, then, as Angelina and Alicia pull bathrobes around themselves, opening it wide, I lean on the doorframe again and watch him watch me for about three minutes. "I really am sorry." He says eventually. I'm glad he's found a spine… well, no, that's harsh. I'm glad he has the balls to come and apologise to us like a man. Apologise to me like a man, I mean.

"Well good. Maybe now you'll start… letting us have lay ins, or something."

"Yeah, maybe." He grins and I look at him. "You'll be a formidable woman, Katie Bell."

"Thank you." I say, slightly confused, "I think."

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A/N Well, this was Quidditch Practise, and so, to potions.

Hope you enjoyed, again, and please R&R, i'm very lonely )

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