The Keeper and Kadid

15 - The Big Game

"I think I might actually vomit, is there a spell to fix that?" Oliver told Fred, pacing around the common room.

"That's actually not a bad idea for a product to sell at the store. George! I need you to write something down! Don't worry mate, look our good luck charm is right here." Fred consoled as he gestured to the brown haired boy with glasses.

"You know how I hate putting more pressure on the kid, I think he has enough already." Oliver knew that kid had a true gift but that didn't stop him from taking pity on the 14 year old.

In the common room, it was a frantic mess. Anti-Slytherin Chants were deafening, Angelina couldn't find her gloves for five minutes, and the weather was horrid. If the dementors didn't already put everyone in a bad mood, the British rain surely did the job. But the only person who was elated was Oliver Wood, because he was going to beat those evil snakes and making it up to Louise in a way he hoped she would appreciate.

"Ok how do I look, do you think he'll see it?" An anxious Louise asked Elena while she got everything for the game.

"Of for sure. Also I have good news. Remember how you tried to make a hotline for sexual assault victims after that whole thing? London has agreed to try it out, and it's working!" Elena announced as she read off of the letter.

"You're kidding, that's amazing! Ok time to focus, let's go cheer on some lions."

The two girls walked hand in hand to the stadium, their steps echoing the hallways. As they approached, Louise looked up to see the sky bearing down on the students. To her right, she could see the Slytherin team yelling at the players as if this were a war.

"I still think this whole quidditch thing is as toxic as the football industry in America."

"Hey at least we don't bash our brains out for a big ring." Elena smiled.

Under the stone arched hallway, Oliver anxiously looked out at the conditions before him. It surely wasn't ideal. Dementors swarmed all around the field, the rain was pounding on the grass, and the despair in the Gryffindors' faces were very apparent.

"Alright, so the conditions may not be the best today, but who cares? We've worked our butts off and no intimidation by the Slytherin team will change the fact that we deserve this win more than any other team. Look at the twins who've made an effort to not get kicked off the team. Look at Potter who's had soul sucking monsters after him, yet still manages to catch the snitch. Look at Angelina who's advocated to get us more practice time. No matter what happens today y'all should be so proud of what you've done." Oliver spoke to his teammates.

"Did you watch some inspirational football movie that inspired this speech?" George joked.

"Oh shut it, let's go Gryffindor!" Oliver shouted as the team out all of their hands in.

As the teams rushed onto the field, Louise searched for Oliver, eventually finding him running out to handshake with the Slytherin team captain. Nerves were coursing through the girl, she knew how dangerous this sport was and if something happened to anyone, especially Oliver, she'd have to advocate for safer rules.

"I hope he doesn't see me, Elena?" Louise searched the whole stadium. Meanwhile, Elena was busy with Sam telling her how much she loved them.

So instead of her best friend being next to her, Hannah Abbot was. The girl for once didn't sneer at Louise, instead walking over to her seat.

"Look, this isn't easy for me to say, but I know what happened with you and Ced. I know you know you're not my favorite person here, but that never should've happened, and I made sure he knew that too." Hannah shyly told Louise as she awkwardly stood there.

"Thanks that means a lot." Louise replied, hoping Hannah couldn't see the tears in her eyes. I guess this is a pretty good start. The girl thought to herself.

Drawing her attention back to the game, Louise watched the match unfold with twenty extra heart beats per minute every time she thought someone almost fall off. Potter swerved left and right, up and down. The twins swatted the bludger away as if it were homework. And Oliver had this light in his eye that made Louise swoon. As the girl stared at the boy, she was interrupted by the iconic sports caster.

"And looks like potter is making his way to the clouds, but not without Malfoy! But wait, the boy who's lived has made a head dive! Harry! Get your patronus ready, you have company!" Lee narrated.

The dementors were coming in fast. They must've felt the energy in the stadium and thought it was feasting time. Suddenly a whispy pheasant dashed across towards the dementor. But that's not Harry's. Louise thought to herself. And then she looked over to Oliver staring at Louise. He did it, he produced that. And once again, this thought got interrupted when the stadium burst into a thunderous roar of cheers as everyone saw Harry Potter clutch the golden snitch in his hand.
Oliver did it, he won the Gryffindor game. But why did he look at me when he made the patronus?

Down on the field, Harry Potter was lifted up and patted on the back by everyone when he came down from the sky. Oliver was part of the huddle as they all lifted the boy in their shoulders. It seemed that even the dementors left once the game was won.

"Oliver! We won!" Angelina joyfully shouted at her teammate, wrapping her arms around him.

"I know, I'm so happy!" Oliver awkwardly yelled as he tried to get away from her. The next item on the agenda was finding Louise, though that's easier said than done because the whole school was all in a huddle.

"Can't you stay?" Angelina pouted. She started to get really touchy then, playing with his hair.

"No Ang, I've gotta find Louise, and if I were you i'd pay more attention to a certain ginger rather than me." Oliver hastily told the tall girl.

Sprinting down the corridors, Oliver searches everywhere possible. He goes to the Hufflepuff dorms, no Louise. The library, no Louise. The dining hall, no Louise. Finally exhausted from the game and searching for the brown haired girl, Oliver just decided to go back onto the quidditch pitch to clean up the locker room. But before he could, a certain Hufflepuff was standing there in a hand made jersey that said, "Gryffindors number one fan!" There she was, wavy hair and everything writing in her journal on the same bench the two would always sit on.

"Didn't think you'd be out here in the cold, Bambi." Oliver joked as he walked up to her.

She looked up, stunned for a second before saying, "One of my favorite places in the world, temperature doesn't change that. Congrats on the game, like my shirt?" A worried Louise asked. She hoped that the shirt and winning the game would stop making Oliver mad.

"I love it. Look I owe you an apology. I literally slut shamed you without knowing about anything, I ignored you and gave you insults, to put it simply, I was dense." Oliver stumbled out as he looked to the ground.

"No it's ok I get it. There's something else I actually wanted to ask you. We're you the one who made that patronus?"

"Yeah and I wouldn't have made it without you. I love you Lou." And when he finished that sentence, he leaned in for a kiss, stopping to make sure Louise was ok with it, receiving a nod, and then smashed his lips into hers. A slight drizzle had come on, but neither felt the least bit cold with the sparks that were transmitting between the two. Louise wrapped her arms around the boy who was a few inches taller and i. between kisses said, "I love you too wood."