He liked Quidditch.
Relying on that information alone she had joined the team. She had never been all that interested in the game up to then. It was, after all, just a bunch of people flying around on broomsticks with a couple of balls getting thrown here and there. What was so interesting about it?
He told her she was a natural.
The moment she hopped on to the broomstick she had loved it. She loved the exhilaration of flying high in the sky, the wind rushing past her. She loved the adrenalin rush she got when she dove down to the ground only to pull herself back up again. She absolutely loved every minute of it.
He pushed her harder than anyone had ever pushed her before.
The way he went on about Quidditch, it was as though the sport were a living, breathing thing. As though it were the most precious thing in the world. He'd push them all to be better. Rain or shine, they'd practice. Practice until all Katie could dream about was practice.
He helped her when she needed someone to be there for her.
She'd dropped the letter sobbing hard. Her mother was gone. She would never be able to talk to her again. She had sat in the locker room for what seemed like days, and day in and day out he'd be there. Not saying a word. Yet knowing exactly what to say and when to say it.
He chased the nightmares away.
All she had to do was think about him. The sadness would subside. The aching would vanish. Not completely. But enough so she was able to live her life normally. She'd see his face in her mind and he would tell her that everything would be alright, and she knew it would be.
He stopped Quidditch practices.
It was all to comfort her. He said it was because of the weather, but she knew the truth. The weather had never been an issue before. Sometimes she'd catch him watching her. His brown eyes concerned. A hint of something else in there too.
He told her he loved her.
Tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear he'd kissed her gently, then more passionately. Telling her he'd always loved her. He would always love her. She told him she loved him too. Embracing him tightly and inhaling his scent. She knew she would always love him.
A/N: My first Katie/Oliver story ever! Hurray for me! Anyway, I have to admit, this might not actually be the best thing I've ever written, but since I wrote this at 4am in the morning (later than I normally write stories) and I wrote it in a period of 20 minutes forgive me if you think it is completely horrible. I'm feeling a bit like a zombie at the moment so I'll let you go on ahead and review…please? I would really appreciate it. A lot. Thank you for reading!