Quidditch Over Love

Part Four

     You speed through the air with the quaffle tucked under your arm, swerving to avoid the Slytherin chasers. You turn around, checking behind you for any bludgers. Relieved, you turn back around. As you turn, you see Malfoy flying towards you. Instead of knocking your broom like last time, he hits you in the side. With a groan, you slowly slide off your broom and free fall for the ground. Nobody will be able to save you this time.
    You wake up with a start, and your gut wrenches with nerves for the final for the quidditch cup, Gryffindor versus Slytherin.
      You silently walk down to breakfast with Hermione. Going through the motions, you grab lots of food because you'll need lots of energy--but after one bite, you know that eating is not an option.
    As you pick at your food, Hermione reprimands you. "Y/N, you need to eat."
    You start to respond when Oliver comes over.
    "We need to go down to the locker rooms now."
    You draw back with shock at how emotionless his voice is. You know it's your fault it's like that, but you can't let him see that.
      "Fine."
      You walk down to the locker room, wishing for what was. At least then you had him as a friend.You want to talk to him, but you can't turn back now.
      When you get there, Oliver gives his little speech and your team walks out to the pitch. You look up and gasp in amazement. Almost the whole stadium is red and gold; nobody wants Slytherin to win.
      Madame Hooch blows the whistle and you're off.
    You make it through a few plays, passing the quaffle back and forth; you try but to notice Oliver make a near impossible shot.
     Jordan is commentating as usual; you hear him document the game.
     "Y/l/n, a rather fine girl--"
     "Jordan! I'm warning you!"(Professor McGonagall always supervised the commentator.)
     "Okay, okay. Y/l/n to Spinnet, Spinnet to Bell, back to y/l/n. The chasers are growing nearer, looks like they're about to score."
     You speed through the air with the quaffle tucked under your arm, swerving to avoid the Slytherin chasers. You turn around, checking behind you for any bludgers. Nothing.Relieved, you turn back around. As you turn, you see Malfoy flying towards you. Instead of knocking your broom like last time, he hits you in the side. With a groan, you slowly slide off your broom and free fall for the ground. You hear Dumbledore shout a spell that slows you down and Oliver scoops you onto his broom.
"Y/N! Are you okay?! I swear, if that bastard hurt you I'll--" His worried face crowds your face.
    "I'm fine."
     "Are you sure--?" Oliver looks up and his face darkens. "Will you be okay if I drop you on the ground next to your broom?"
     "Um.....sure???"
    He drops you off and speeds off. You look up just in time to see him plow into a laughing Malfoy.
     Madame Hooch blows sharp tweets on her whistle.
    "Stop, all of you!" Madame Hooch goes over to a now-fuming Malfoy.As you wait for her verdict, you hear one voice. "
    Send him off ref!" You laugh inwardly. Dean Thomas and his soccer.
    Madame Hooch turns towards Dean and nods.
    What is going on?
     Madame Hooch says a few words and points Malfoy off the field.
     "My father will hear about this!" He says as he stalks off the field, several teachers following him to make sure he doesn't try anything.
     Then Hooch turns to Oliver. Uh-oh.
     "Since your actions were not completely uncalled for, I will give you a choice. One week's detention and an apology to Malfoy or you're off too."
You stand there, captivated, but Oliver doesn't hesitate.
     "I'm not apologizing." He turns and walks off the field, refusing to meet your eyes.
     Madame Hooch calls for the backups that you normally reserve when a teammate is sick or severely injured.
      She restarts the game and your team, fueled by anger, plays better than ever.
      Finally, after what seems like a lifetime, you see Harry go into a dive and pull up, the crowd cheering at the glimmering gold snitch in his hand.
      In a trance, you realize that Gryffindor won!!
      The crowd carries you and your team up to the Gryffindor common room where Fred and George wait with lots of food.
      The party is crazy and the music pounds at to volume, shaking the floors and walls. You wade through the crowd, searching for Oliver.
     You finally find him in a corner with a butterbeer that he isn't drinking.
He looks up and notices you.
      "I suppose you're here to yell at me for almost messing up your chances at winning."
      You shrug."Not really. We won anyways."
      "You almost died Y/N. You could be dead right now...and I wouldn't have talked to you over a stupid fight about me not loving you."
       "I'm sorry you think it's stupid!" He was such a jerk. Not only did he have to bring it up, he just made you feel worse about it.
      "No Y/N. I don't think it's stupid. The argument was stupid."
       I froze. "Why?"
       "Because you doubted that I love you."
       Were my dreams turning me into a lunatic?
      "What?"
      He sighs and cradles your face in his hands. "I love you."
        You gasp and he leans in, brushing his lips to yours. "I've loved you ever since you first yelled at me," he murmurs into your lips.
      You sigh and all your pain from the week disappears.
     He sighs with you."Why did you avoid me all week?"
      "I thought you only saw me as a friend. I couldn't bear to let go of the small hope I had that you loved me too."
      "I'm sorry. I should've told you sooner."
      "Shhh... let's not talk about that."
      "Then what should we talk about?"
      "It's not talking I want to do."
      "I'm glad we won't be having another stupid argument, then."
      He pulls you closer and a need overpowers all thoughts in your head.
He brushes his lips against yours with a sort of desperation and your lips part as you kiss him with the passion you always wanted to. His hands ensnare you and run up your back. Out of air, you pull back and look into his gorgeous amber eyes.
      "I love you."
      His eyes are unfocused as he spins you around and presses you to the wall.
     His lips trail everywhere, lightly pecking your nose and brushing through your hair. You are almost gone when you hear a slow clapping behind you. You hadn't realized how quiet the common room was until you look around you and see everybody smiling at you.
"Well it's about time!" Laughs Harry.
You just stare at him.
"Don't just stand there! Kiss him!"
You blush and kiss Oliver lightly on the lips. You pull away, giggling at his uncomfortable face. You grab his hand and pull him out of the common room; you are far from done with this new realization.
You were going to have to thank Hermione for this. And Snape.