Title: Starlight ~;
2. I only dream of you and you Never Knew
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Katie Bell, Oliver Wood
Rating: Green
Genre: Romance, Drama, Sad
Introduction: "And you still insist to say that you have a crush on him! Bellowed Fred Weasley, venendole meeting with a smile that they are almost frightening and put his arm around her shoulders.
"It 's just the truth. The item that you've put on around you really mean "she snapped, while George and his twin joined together to cover the common room Gryffindor.
"Oh, Katie, we have put about any item, it's all about your" joked George, with a smile identical to that of his brother.
Disclaimer: If Harry Potter had been mine, it would never end.
Personal Note: second chapter of the collection. Nothing to add, I hope you like \u0026lt;3
had become a strange tradition, the fact that Katie Bell was groped by a consular Oliver Wood if he had fallen in his depressive phase, after a workout Quidditch particularly disastrous or a lost game. Not that Oliver
cooperate, of course. When this was the downward spiral of depression, he claimed to enjoy it fully, as it was right he was. But Katie was stubborn and self-confident enough to be groped, however, to revive his captain from the stupid depression in which he insisted on slipping almost every day now.
Katie, in the end, he realized that Oliver was not what, exactly, is defined as a normal friend . At least for her. He knew that whenever he the was near, her heart beat in an almost embarrassing, and he knew that his greatest wish was sinking his head into his chest and hugging him. It was not completely stupid in this.
And then, Leanne, her best friend, was far more skilled in certain things and told her straight out what were his feelings. Not that Katie had tried to escape, now they had all understood - except you, course.
So every time that Oliver Wood is dropped in his depressive tunnel, Katie was there, worried about him - he could not, even if you want, not to be. We had tried, but could not. She worried for him - and ready to take it out, by hook or by crook. Would not have left to itself, of course not. Oliver there had been a habit now, and the presence of Katie in her depressive tunnel had become a constant in almost every day.
"Tell me you're not Katie Bell and I will love you for the rest of my life," he snapped Oliver, without even looking up from his feet. Katie became strangely red as he entered the dressing room of Gryffindor, as quietly as possible.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you," she whispered, placing in front of him resolute air. Oliver raised his head and stared at her with one eyebrow arched, his face already desperate. Katie sighed, aware that would last for a long this time. "Fred said you were trying to drown in the shower" she tried, looking at him with a hesitant smile.
" does not work. I tried, but I found I could not get " snapped him back to sink my head in my knees, looking distressed. Katie knew that this was a situation really, really critical and that it would take quite a while 'before Oliver began to think even remotely, so he sat down beside him, her back leaning against the cupboard and your knees close to his chest .
"It 's just a game" tried to say, but he knew that he would not unheard even by mistake, because, after all, did not believe even her. This year was the last year, Oliver, to win the Quidditch Cup. Gryffindor had not won too long and he felt a desperate need. Katie understand him perfectly, but also knew that his teammate, Harry Potter, had a decent flight without his broomstick because of those damned Dementors and this was more important for her of anything else.
" should not be Harry or something? " Oliver asked, without even turning to her. Katie stretched his legs and sighed, shaking his head.
"I could get the same question, Baston," he said, crossing his arms and glares at him. He did not even lifted his gaze on her, as always. "Harry took a flight from a great height and is gnawing on his bed Infirmary because she thinks that you - his goddamn captain - angry with him for this," he added, reserving the worst of its glances. Oliver turned to her and stared at - of course - depressed.
" I do not have with him. Tell ' and returned to ignore her, clasping his knees to his chest and buried her head. Katie thought, time for a while, he even cried, but so far no trace of tears or tears. She thanked Merlin, did not know if she could manage even that. The fact that you worry too much about Oliver Wood was something that was all normal rules and did not even know how to handle it. It was obvious, natural for her to be worried about him, but, after all, he was a boy of seventeen - or three years great about her - who could take care of himself, right?
Yet he wanted to hug him and let him rest his head on his shoulder to comfort him. It was pathetic, yes, but did not know what to do.
" Why do not you tell him? " she asked, trying to pull him out of his vortex of despair. He even looked at her, as usual, but was petrified on the spot.
" Katie, why do you insist on doing this ...? " asked, however, completely ignoring his question. Katie stopped to look at him and began to fix it with much interest the floor beneath his feet. " I mean, when there is something wrong - that makes me depressed - you always & rsquo ; unique groped for something to do .... Is not that they enjoy it, but we both know that there is hope. Why do you go anyway? "
She watched for a while 'his feet, unsure of the response that could give him. The most obvious was, without doubt, the truth: Oliver liked and she just wanted it to be ... happy? He wanted to help, here.
But it certainly could not tell you this, it would have shocked the rest of his life. When Katie had realized that everyone knew of his crush on Oliver Wood, had come also to understand that he would never come. The only thing that Oliver Wood had in mind was the Quidditch Quidditch and only then he was not even remotely understood the scope of the feelings of his younger Slayer.
He was even late to her, in regard to certain issues.
"I worry about you," said she finally choosing a half-truth and shrugging his shoulders. He stared at her with one eyebrow arched and his heart began to beat twice as fast than usual, but when it came to Oliver Wood that things were more normal.
" I told you a thousand times that you should not worry about me. I'm seventeen years old, are able to take care of myself. Or something " gave her a hesitant smile. Katie could not look away from him and began to torture her hands, looking uncertain.
" You're my captain. You are my friend. It 'obvious that I worry " whispered simply, averting his eyes and finally taking it on his feet. "Anyway," he continued, trying to change the subject. He would not speak to that, he was sure that if Oliver had looked that way again, she would fly in his arms and told him everything. " not change the subject. We were saying that you were going to find Harry! "
Oliver returned to his despair, looking, in turn, the floor beneath him.
"If you ' we were saying ' includes you and your brain, then yes, you were saying ... but I have not heard much. "
She snorted, raising his eyes to heaven and shaking his head. He knew that there was nothing to do with him, that when you put something in his head was even more stubborn than she, but Katie Bell would not have surrendered so easily and even Oliver knew.
" Oliver, please. Harry did not die out of sheer luck, after that flight. Do you want a sense of guilt to kill him? " asked, looking at him waiting, but he seemed to have gotten the message and minimally, in the midst of his despair, had taken her face in her hands in despair.
She sighed and leaned her head to the cabinet behind her. He would not surrender, no, but Oliver Wood was too stubborn this time. The situation was really tragic and she did not know how to come out.
" Next, Oliver, do not do that! Quidditch is not all ".
He was trying anything, but say those words to the older boy obsessed from the history of Quidditch at Hogwarts, well, 'was not exactly a stroke of genius. Definitely not.
" You know that at the next games will be the coaches of the United Puddlemere? They are looking for reservations and Merlin only knows what I'm doing in four for me to accept " he snapped, looking up and lightning. Katie became small small, terrified of what could be said Baston. " Maybe for you it means nothing, maybe do not even care about the Cup, but I do. You that to which I aspire to be when I was twelve years old, Katie. For you may not be important, for me it is ".
But before Oliver Baston could say something else, Katie struck him with a slap on the nape. He stood petrified and looked at her, as she stood up in front of him, looking little threatening, but still terrifying.
" not talk nonsense, stick! For me it is important, but, if you do, it is more important than a my team mate has not been crushed to the ground as a Ciccorana! " said, while Oliver was close to the point where she had given him a slap, too stunned to believe it. The small, almost invisible Katie Bell had hit ...? Could not be true. "And now, your ass up from that floor, otherwise I will drag you to the infirmary."
Oliver had no intention of getting up and Katie had understood from the outset. He knew that he was just the beginning of his depressive spiral and usually would have gone along with this behavior, standing nearby and trying to console him, waiting for the moment would be released. But that day was not going to indulge a behavior so stupid, at all, and would have carried weight if only it had been necessary, even if she was sure it would not have been easier .
"Where will you draw me , you? " Oliver asked, making a sarcastic smile. She stared at him wrong and gave him another slap, lighter than the first.
" Stop. And come on " rebuked him, looking bad. Oliver sighed and then, for the supreme happiness of Katie Bell, stood up and came next, though his expression was one of the most Mogie the entire history of mankind.
"You're terrible, Katie Bell" he muttered, shaking his head and placing a hand on the shoulder of the girl. She jumped and looked at him in amazement, while his heart continued to beat at a frightening speed. "You're even more stubborn than me and we want."
And then the boy's face opened in un sorriso esitante. Lei sorrise a sua volta e scosse la testa, liberandosi della presa di Oliver.
« La prossima partita la vinceremo, Oliver. Te lo prometto » sussurrò lei e insieme, senza dire altro, si diressero verso l’Infermeria, con il cuore di Katie che batteva all’impazzata e Oliver che ancora non riusciva a capacitarsi di quanto era successo.
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