Quidditch and Hot Chocolate

Quidditch and Hot Chocolate

by Hogwartswonderland

NOTE: Kudos to the amazing the_im-perfect_life for creating such a beautiful cover!

Gryffindor had just lost to Hufflepuff- of all the houses to lose to, it just had to be Hufflepuff- and all Katie Bell wanted to do was curl up by the fire in the Gryffindor common room with a nice cup of hot chocolate and relax. But no, she had to be the one brave (and stupid) enough to volunteer to prevent Oliver Wood- quidditch-Nazi extraordinaire-from drowning himself in the shower. While she herself was a quidditch nut, she could never understand Oliver's obsession.

"Oliver?" Katie called as she knocked on the door to the Boys Locker Room. To no surprise, there was no answer, so Katie took the chance and opened the door.

"Oliver, are you in there?" she called out once again as she now stood awkwardly in the doorway. She really hoped that she didn't have to go in there. Angie and the twins would never let her live it down. After all, who would suspect innocent Katie Bell to have the guts to go into the boys changing room?

When she received no answer from her captain, Katie took a deep breath and hesitantly walked into the room. It was dark, but she was just able to make out where the benches and cubbies were. As she tip-toed through the boys changing room, Katie noticed that there was a faint light peeping from underneath a doorway. She looked at the sign, which read Showers, and then groaned.

Katie really didn't want to go in. The actual changing area was bad enough! Going into the showers would be even more embarrassing but she knew it had to be done. If she knew Oliver, and unfortunately, she did, she knew that he was most likely trying to drown himself in the shower.

"Oliver Wood! You better get out of that shower now before I hex your broomstick! And don't think that I won't do it!" Katie threatened as she bust through the door, a wave of relief passing through her as she saw that Wood was fully dressed in his now drenched Quidditch uniform.

The brunette chaser glared menacingly at her captain before reaching in and trying to yank him out. He wouldn't budge to come out, but instead pulled Katie in, hugging her tightly and burying his head in her shoulder as the now cold water cascaded down upon them.

"Oliver-"

"I'm sorry," Oliver murmured with his thick Scottish brogue, effectively cutting Katie off from most likely berating him. Katie may be younger than him but she acted like a mother hen, which meant that she was often scolding Oliver when he was being a bloody idiot. "I messed up. I should've noticed that Harry was in trouble. I am a horrible captain and I plan to resign promptly."

Katie sighed and pushed the burly 7th year away from her. She was a little reluctant to do so, wishing to savor the feel of his arms around her, but knew that she had to get him out of the shower and take care of him before he could get seriously sick. "Don't be sorry for what happened to Harry," Katie began, looking the Scottish boy straight in the eyes. "Nobody could have guessed that the dementors would come to the pitch. If anything, you should be sorry for trying to drown yourself in here and even thinking for a second that you are a horrible captain!"

"But I-"

"No," Katie said firmly. "I will not allow you to continue blaming yourself. You are Oliver Wood, the best captain anyone has seen since Charlie Weasley and the future Keeper for Puddlemere United! Now, let's fix ourselves up then go to the kitchen and I will make us my famous hot chocolate. M'kay?"