Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I do not own anything.

Author's Note: Oliver Wood thinks he has Katie Bell eating out of the palm of his hand, but Miss. Bell has another idea involving a certain Slytherin Quidditch Capitan. This is just a short fiction I wrote on day in math class.

Time: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

Genre: Romance, Drama, and Angst

Rating: PG

Date Finished: May 17, 2010

Oliver Wood lovingly looked at Katie Bell. She was beautiful in her own way. She had the body of a Quidditch player, but the nature of a lamb. She could be fiery on moment or she could be breakable the next. Oliver loved all of this about her. Most of all he loved the fact that she was so loyal to him.

Everyday she would be there for him. She would listen to his complaints about anything. She would help him heal his wounds after a bad Quidditch game or practice. She would care for him when he was ill or injured.

That was before, he caught Marcus Flint staring at her. Flint had been absent from school for some time (almost a month). He had been suffering (Oliver thought he deserved it) from pneumonia and had been on bed rest for two weeks. After the bed rest, he had still been too weak to attend classes. Oliver liked him better that way. He also hoped that Flint was too weak to practice.

Two days later, he caught Flint staring at her again. This time it was in the library. Oliver never did figure out why Flint was in the library in the first place. The last time he checked, Flint wasn't really a studious student.

The third time, he caught Katie looking back. He approached Flint in the entrance hall. He made a fist and punched Flint in the stomach. Of course, Snape came out of the Great Hall, saw Oliver hit Flint, and gave him a week's detention.

"If you touch her, I'll kill you," Oliver hissed to Flint one Tuesday afternoon in Charms class.

Flint looked innocently at the front of the room. "I don't know what you're talking about."


"Katie who?"

Oliver fought the urge to hit the other boy. "Don't play dumb. I know that's hard for you."

Flint turned looked at Oliver. "You never did answer my question."

"Katie Bell."

"The little blond Chaser?"


Flint looked away. "It's none of your business who I flirt with."

Oliver came up out of his seat. He reached inside his robes for his wand. This time he was going to do more damage than the punch did.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you." Oliver glared at Flint, who had his wand pointed at him. "You know you can't beat me."

Oliver looked at the ancient clock. There was enough time for one smart comment. "Besides, everyone knows you're such a flirt anyway. You never commit to one girl."

Oliver rushed out the door before Flint could curse him.

Later that night Oliver asked Katie the question he had been dying to ask her. "Katie, will you be mine?"

Katie kissed his lips gently. "Forever."

Two days later

Marcus sat down hard in the Quidditch stands. His lungs were killing him. He couldn't breathe and his chest hurt. He buried his face in his hands and didn't move until someone touched him. He looked up.

"Are you okay?" Katie asked him. She had a look of concern on her face.

"Fantastic," he muttered. "Never been better."

Gently, she lowered his head onto her lap and began to stroke his dark hair. To her surprise, he let her. After a while he rolled over onto his back. Katie bent over and kissed his lips. He returned it.

"Forever yours Oliver," she thought as she kissed Marcus, "maybe."