Chapter 2 : Chapter Two.
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Katie walked down the familiar corridors of Hogwarts as she made her way down to dinner alone, having been the only one to stay behind to help Professor Flitwick tidy up after they'd been practising Summoning Charms.
She was also supporting a bruised cheekbone were Ralph Daniels had attempted to Summon a rather large book and had happened to be sitting behind Katie. He also had very poor aim.
She hurried down the stone steps when she heard a voice call out her name.
“Hey Katie! Wait up!” He called, chasing after her down the steps she'd just come down and jumping the last two.
He straightened up in a bounce.
“Wotcher Katie,” Fred greeted her, throwing a carefree arm around her shoulders and winking down at her, his muddy brown eyes twinkling mischievously.
Katie was instantly suspicious; when around Fred Weasley with an air of mischievousness about him, who wouldn't be?
“Hi,” she said slowly, her eyes questioning his as she stopped in her tracks,
Fred rolled his eyes.
“Just innocently walking a pretty girl to dinner is a questionable act now, is it?” He asked, but he was grinning his charismatically charming grin.
“It is if your name's Fred Weasley,” she shot back and Fred laughed. “Where's George anyway?” Katie added, looking around as if he'd simply pop up when called.
Fred laughed again.
“We aren't joined at the hip you know- I'd hate to be stuck to the lesser looker of the two of us for all my life. He'd damage my reputation and simply bring me down to the depths of lonesome-ville,” he teased and Katie shook her head.
“You're evil towards George about his love life. You know better than anyone that he's waiting till for that special someone. He's not as confident as you seem to be,” she told him, hitting him lightly the chest.
Fred nodded, sighing.
“I know. Poor fella. Good looks, charming personality and more confidence- I really am the better twin, aren't I?” He joked, ducking when Katie went to hit him upside the head.
“You'll get a lump on the head to add to the list if you're not careful. Leave him be,” she said, but she was smiling, knowing it was all in Fred's nature to joke and tease.
Fred then looked slightly serious then.
“Actually, there was something I wanted to ask you Katie dear,” he said, waiting to see if her suspicions arose once more.
Which, of course, they did, but she kept a patient face and a calm expression.
“And what was that Freddie?” She replied as he grinned at her mockingly innocent voice.
“Well I was wondering- and hoping- whether or not you would like to go to Hogsmeade with yours truly on the first weekend, on Halloween,” he asked, not looking uncomfortable or nervous about an answer.
Katie, however, was thrown.
“Wh-what?” She stuttered, as though she couldn't believe her own working ears. “L-like on a... on a date?”
Fred nodded in clarification.
“Sure, why not?” He shrugged, looking unperturbed by her nervousness.
Katie went blank, her mind empty.
A date. With Fred Weasley. Then she realised.
And jumped to an angry conclusion.
“Are you just asking me out because I look 'hot' now, by your definition? Is that it?” She asked but Fred held up a hand and shook his head, looking serious.
“No. I've liked you for a while. It just happened that it did take a while for me to realise that I was feeling what I was feeling because, well... I like you. Simple really. Is it my fault that you happen to look absolutely radiant at this present moment in time?” He asked rhetorically, grinning down at her.
Katie blushed furiously. She wouldn't exactly call herself radiant. Neither would anyone else.
And that was what made up her mind.
“Okay. Why not?” She said, using his words for an answer.
“Really?” He asked, his brown eyes lighting up.
Katie nodded, surprised at how excited she suddenly was by the prospect of a date with Fred.
“Cool,” he said, kissing her on the cheek, his smile alight with happiness of his own. “Let me walk you in, dearest?” He asked, holding out his arm.
Katie rolled her eyes but laughed.
“Okay,” she agreed, taking his arm and he led her into the Great Hall, making straight for the Gryffindor table on the other side of the hall, spotting Angelina, Alicia, George, Lee and Oliver.
Katie was slightly hesitant as Fred led her over to them, but then it vanished. Why should she worry about someone who wasn't interested in her in the slightest? He'd refused to answer her question on the train, despite agreeing that he did owe her one for his behaviour. All he did was apologise for it and then walk away, leaving Katie fuming.
She was still angry with him, but she had to leave it in the changing rooms when they went out to train.
“Wotcher children. How are we all today?” Fred's greeting to his friends brought Katie from her reverie and she smiled and greeted her team-mates too, sitting down in between Fred and Alicia, opposite Lee, Angelina, George and Oliver.
“Can't complain so far,” Angelina said, waving a fork airily as she answered Fred's question.
“Mm, I've got none from where I'm sitting,” Lee said with a suggestive wink towards Angelina, who sighed, rolling her eyes, before hitting him upside the head and nearly causing him to go head first into his shepherds pie.
“You had Lupin yet Katie?” George asked in between mouthfuls of his dinner.
“He's such a... practical teacher. Unlike anyone we've ever had. And he's really interested in what everyone's got to say,” she said, putting some chips on her plate.
“I know right?” Alicia agreed, but then wrinkled her nose at the sight of George, Lee and Fred all eating their food as though they were pigs eating from a trough.
“Hey guess what guys?” Fred asked, dropping his cutlery with a clatter as he finished the last of his dinner.
“What?” They all chorused, apart from Oliver, who was now attempting to shovel his dinner down his throat very quickly, as though he suddenly wanted to get away quickly.
“Me and Katie are going on a date!” He announced, as though triumphantly.
Oliver suddenly started choking on his food.
George slapped him on the back with a grin on his face for some reason.
“Whoa, Oliver buddy. You okay there?” He asked as Oliver drank some water to clear his throat of obstructing food and emerged from his goblet red-faced.
“Why so red Oliver?” Angelina asked, exchanging a knowing glance with Alicia who nodded slyly, grinning the same grin that George wore.
“Just... the choking...” he said, gesturing to his throat.
“I'm not surprised old chap- you were scoffing your food down like there was no tomorrow. Why the rush?” George asked.
Angelina made a noise then.
“What?” George asked, turning to her, but grinning.
“Hypocrite,” she said.
“About what Johnson?” He challenged her.
She sighed and flicked a pea at him.
“You and your hypocritical food banter, that's what,” she informed him, mocking looking bored already, but then she grinned.
Katie, who'd only been half-listening, noticed a red-faced Oliver slipping quietly from the table without anyone but her seeing him leave.
She suddenly stood up as he exited the Great Hall.
“What's up?” Fred asked, frowning slightly.
“I've got some homework to do. I'll catch up with you later, okay?” She told him and before he could reply, she was already walking towards the double doors that were the entrance and the exit to the Great Hall.
She had no clue as why she was following him. She didn't really want to. But she knew that it had something to do with Fred announcing they were going out on a date and she wanted to know why.
Why it affected him more than he was clearly letting on.
She caught up with him on the third floor.
“Oi!” She called, for he was already hurrying halfway down the corridor.
He stopped upon recognising the voice.
He turned slowly on the spot and sighed heavily as Katie came to a stop in front of him.
“What do you want Katie?” He asked tiredly, as though she'd been pestering him all day, which was not the case.
Katie frowned, angry.
“Oh, so you can call me out, rudely and dismissively now, but when there's people around, you're the quiet 'blend in the background with nothing to say' type, huh? That doesn't seem like you at all Oliver. Do you have MPD or something?” She asked, becoming increasingly frustrated.
“What are you on about? Of course that's not how I- what the heck is MPD?” He asked, confused beyond belief at this sudden outburst; he wasn't used to this sort of Katie. The old Katie would've been gentle and asked him what was bothering him, not call him out on his behaviour towards her.
Katie rolled her eye.
“MPD, you unintelligible Niffler, stands for multiple personality disorder, something you obviously have, but don't understand. Which I can fully believe since nothing obvious penetrates that thick, Quidditch-filled skull of yours,” she snapped at him.
Oliver had had enough.
“Katie, what do you want from me? I've said I'm sorry and I know I owe you big time. But you know, you getting all angry at me isn't going to solve anything or make any ill feelings you have towards me go away!” He retorted, raising his voice slightly.
Katie laughed in disbelief and Oliver recoiled slightly. He didn't like this new, cruel laugh of Katie's- her old one was much more appealing.
“What do I want from you? Is that a trick question or are you just that stupid?” She half-yelled at him.
Oliver shook his head, frowning in confusion.
Katie lowered her voice as her expression became one of exasperated disbelief.
“What I want from you, Oliver Wood, is the truth. I want to know why you treated me like the mud on your shoe when I knocked you back last year, why you jumped in front of me on the train when the Dementors came, why you burned Fred's hands when he touched me and why, when it is no business of yours and you obviously have no feelings whatsoever towards me, why you choked and turned red-faced- not from embarrassment, but from anger- this dinner time when Fred told everyone that we were going to go on a date-”
Her words were cut off as Oliver closed the gap between them, took her face in his hands and kissed her full on the mouth.
Shock rippled through Katie and she grabbed the collar of his shirt under his robes and pushed him off her.
He was breathing heavily, his broad chest rising and falling rapidly.
Katie searched his lust-filled eyes that bore hungrily into hers, her own anger boiling to the service.
But instead of doing the sensible thing and pushing him away to ask why an earth he'd kissed her, she did the stupid thing of pulling him back to her and venting her anger out in another way.
She kissed him.
It was filled with Katie's blood-boiling anger and Oliver's lustful confusion.
His hands wound down to her waist and pulled her body closer to his still, pressing against her and backing her into the wall.
Katie's hands were on his face, her mouth fierce against his as his were vigorously passionate on hers.
One of Oliver's hands then left her waist and found an invisible door knob; he twisted it and kicked the door open with his foot, before forcing Katie into the darkness of a broom closet.
He kicked the door closed behind him with his foot once more, plunging them both into darkness, without breaking the kiss.
Katie needed to come up for air then, but as she pulled away, Oliver simply kissed her jawline, then down her neck.
Katie didn't know whether she was angry or simply aroused- she was fourteen; she didn't know her emotions full stop.
But she pulled his lips back to hers and kept kissing him, attempting to ignore the fact that he was an excellent kisser.
But when he slipped his tongue into her parted lips, Katie knew she had to stop.
She pushed him away fully now, so much so that she stumbled backwards out of his surprised grasp and hit her head on a wooden shelf behind her.
“Owch!” She cried, stepping away from the shelf and clutching her head, which began to throb underneath her fingers.
“What?” Oliver asked, his hands flapping uselessly.
Katie scowled and slapped them away with her free hand.
“I banged my head … and you! Why did you kiss me?” She yelled at him.
He looked shocked, then angry.
“You kissed me too!” He retorted back in protest.
Katie shook her head, disgusted with herself.
“Yeah, and I don't know what I was thinking. God... god this is so wrong. You're an idiot. A complete arse Oliver Wood and I don't want anything more to do with you. I'm resigning from the team as of now,” she said, unable to even look at him as she strode past him in the semi-darkness, yanked open the door and marched out of the small broom cupboard, her lips still stinging from his on hers, her head throbbing even more painfully.
She brought her hand down and saw that it was stained with red.
“Oh brilliant,” she mumbled, noticing her voice seemed distant.
Her knees then buckled and she dropped to the floor, her surroundings becoming blurred.
“Great, just great,” she muttered, her voice thick and distant.
Then she blacked out.
She awoke to find a hand grasping hers.
Remembering everything that happened on fast-forward in her mind, she yanked the hand from the soft warm grasp and her eyes flew open.
“Katie?” Came a voice, but it wasn't the one she was expecting, or dreading.
She sat up very fast, her vision blurring slightly.
“Fred? What- what are you doing here? How did you find out- wait. What am I doing here?” She asked, feeling very confused and a little disorientated.
“This is what I meant when I said mild concussion,” Madam Pomfrey's stern voice sounded and the matron appeared carrying a tablet and a glass of water that she pressed into a confused Katie's hands.
“Mild concussion. But I was bleeding- I never bumped my head,” she said, screwing her eyes up to remember.
“Mr. Wood explained that you'd cut your head on the sharp edge of an object on a shelf on a broom cupboard- goodness knows why you were in there- and then proceeded to stagger out, then pass out, thus hitting your head fairly hard on the floor,” she told her, then nodded to the tablet and water in Katie's hands.
“Take that. Your head will become clear in no time. Also, you'll feel a stinging sensation where I've worked on the wound in your head, but it shouldn't hurt for too long. You must rest now,” she told her, but not unkindly.
She then placed a hand on Katie's shoulder, allowing her to lay back only slightly, before placing a damp, cold flannel on her forehead, then retreating back to her office.
Katie tried to sit up once more, but Fred stood and pushed her back down, looking the most worried Katie had ever seen him look; apart from the incident with his sister and the Chamber of Secrets last year, but that was a different kind of worry- more like a defeatist worry, as if there wasn't much point but he didn't want to give up hope worry.
“Okay, I definitely have concussion- I'm thinking about the Chamber of Secrets for crying out loud!” She cried, slumping back onto her pillows that were propped so she could lay back comfortably and within Fred's eye line.
“Well at least you're reasonably sane. You still think I'm attractive?” He asked with a grin and a wink.
Katie's mouth hung open, her guilt bubbling horribly inside her.
“Sure,” she said with a meek smile at him, grabbing his hand.
Guilt. She was a crappy person who deserved to be punished.
She'd allowed Oliver Wood to kiss her and she wanted to vomit.
She'd even kissed him. That made her want to stick pins in her eyes.
But worse of all, with no punishment designed for such a criminal offence; she'd enjoyed it.
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