A/N: As it is Thanksgiving break, and I have no school, no homework that I WANT to do, and have already done the torturous chores that my mother has assigned to me; I HAVE DECIDED TO UPDATE. YOU MAY APPLAUDE. Just kidding :) But hopefully I'll update a couple times over the break, but I promise nothing. Not necessarily my best work but I'm happy with it :) It seems pretty long too.

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CHAPTER 15: Killing the Nazi

The next morning, after I had showered of course, was surprisingly good. I had a good night's sleep, with no dreams. I just felt so.. refreshed. Like I really hadn't been as stressed and worried about what happened yesterday.

It also helped me put a new perspective on everything. I should just focus on my sports, and school. I don't have time for boys right now. I'll just be around him as much as my priorities allow, and see what happens from there. I'll cherish every moment I get to spend with Oliver, but just try to forget about the kiss. Yeah, that'll work.

I got dressed and went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. I took my usual seat, and wouldn't you know, the next person who sat down next was Oliver. He sat right across from me, and we ate in silence. It was.. comfortable. At least for me. We didn't have to worry about the others, and what they would think. It was just us. And we had always been comfortable with just us.

After I had finished, I still played with the food on my plate, not wanting to leave before him. He finished too and we looked at each other. He made a face. And I made one back. This continued for a couple minutes before I couldn't take it anymore and burst out laughing.

"I win!" He said, smiling. I shook my head.

"Nope!" I said, standing up, hoping he would follow. He did.

"I'm not arguing with you!" He said, laughing, grabbing his bag.

"Good! Cuz you'd loooooose!" I said, and we both walked out the door.

"What class do you have?" He asked, as we started to walk toward the stairs.

"Free period." I said. He nodded.

"What about you?" I asked.

"Free period." He said smiling.

"Pitch?" I asked.

"Pitch." He agreed. We turned around and headed out the doors, down to the field.

"What class do you have after that?" He asked me after a couple minutes of not talking.

"Transfig with McGonagall. Blah." I said. He turned toward me.

"Why 'blah'? Minnie loves us!" He said laughing.

"Minnie? Little bit friendly with her?" I said with a wink. He looked horrified.

"No. Absolutely no. No... No. That's.. EW. WHY DID YOU EVEN SAY THAT?!" He asked, going on.

"I just thought you deserved a little teasing after you called our teacher Minnie." I said smiling. He rolled his eyes.

"Well I'm gonna go change into practice clothes. See you in a bit." He said, walking into the guys locker room.

"Bye." I said, maybe a little too late, as the door had just closed. I sighed, mentally slapping myself. You were supposed to just be cool, chill. Act like you always used to. It's just Oliver! Hah.. Just Oliver. lLIke you're not totally in love with the guy.

I shook my head, and walked into the locker room. I inhaled, smelling the sweat and everything that came with it. Most of the girls complained about the smell; saying that it smelled like the boys use it when we're not here.

Technically.. They did. Although I'd never rat them out to the girls. They liked the showers in here better, and it was less open so the guys had more privacy. Which apparently is very important for them, so they don't have awkward situations, because 'for guys it's different.' I just laughed when the twins had tried to explain it to me. I don't see how showers could play in to which locker room was better.

I quickly changed and threw my stuff in my locker, grabbing my broom and running outside. Oliver wasn't out there yet, so I took off, doing some laps. There was a slight breeze, pulling me toward the left, so I went with it, doing a few loops, laughing the whole time. Then, came my smart idea, let's fly upside down!

I rolled over, hooked my feet together, and held on tight. I didn't just start out slow. No, loops again. It was so amazing, I felt free. I was grinning so much, I couldn't remember a time I felt so light and happy. I started corkscrewing all all of these other crazy stunts just because I could.

"BELL!" I heard someone yell from right next to me, I looked over and smiled at him, wondering how he had caught up to me. I was in the middle of a corkscrew so he was spinning. It just made me laugh harder.

"What?" He asked, with a cute little half smirk.

"Your face." I said, and took off, heading towards the Black Lake. He sped after me, laughing at my choice in insults.

"Where are you going?" He yelled at me. I shook my head.

"Just trust me!" I yelled back, and sped toward the tentacles of the Giant Squid. He laughed, and I could tell he was still following me. When I got close enough, I reached out and grabbed one of the tentacles and then the Squid waved it around, splashing us. Oliver picked up on what I was doing and we both started 'tickling' the Squid.

It was fun, because we had a good time avoiding the tentacles and getting wet, and today was pretty hot out. I was just about to call out to Oliver to say that we'd better start heading back when I heard him scream.

"OLIVER!" I yelled, trying to find him. His broom was hovering just out of reach of Squiddy, but he definitely wasn't on it. I couldn't see him anywhere. Crap. Not only did I lose my Captain, I lost my crush. DANG IT.

"KATES!" He yelled back, from above me. Above me? But he doesn't have his broom...

"OH MY MERLIN! OLIVER!" I yelled, speeding up, to where the Squid was holding him, very, very high above the ground. Even if he hit the water, it wouldn't matter. It'd be the same as him hitting cement. Not thinking, I reached out and tickled a spot lower down on the tentacle that held him.

Of course, Squiddy instantly dropped him, and he was farther than I had thought. I knew I couldn't make it to him in time, but that didn't stop me from speeding after him, all the same. I watched as he hit the water, and sank under. If the impact didn't kill him, the depth would.

"OLIVER!" I screamed. I didn't even recognize my own voice. It sounded strangled, and insane. Like the person had just lost their reason for living. Which for all I know.. I did. I got down to a low enough altitude and dove in the water, hoping for the slim chance he would make it.

I found him easily enough, still sinking, but very slowly. I grabbed him and started kicking as fast as I could, as I was starting to run out of my air supply which meant that no matter what, Oliver was out. Once I reached the surface, I somehow managed to mutter an, "accio" and got my broom. I grabbed Oliver and sped us over to the beach.

I dumped him of and straightened him out, looking at him. What do I do?

"Merlin, I wish I had taken that CPR lifeguard saving lives class thing that my mum wanted me to take!" I said, trying to remember what I had heard.

"Okay, check for pulse. There's a good place to start." I laid my head down on his chest, and didn't feel anything. I pressed a couple fingers to his wrist. Still nothing. I tried his neck next. Silent.

"OH MERLIN WHAT DID I DO?!" I screamed. Don't you have to like kiss him or something? No, not again. Not after last time. I couldn't think. Tears started welling up in my eyes and soon I couldn't see. I buried my head in my hands.

"No.. Oliver.. Don't leave. You can't leave me. Don't take him from me." I said crying, saying the last bit to whatever thing or god in the universe was listening.

All of a sudden, I heard him cough and felt him sit up next to me. He leaned over and coughed out some more water. I looked up, not believing what had just happened. He looked at me.

"Well that was some fun, eh?" He said with a weak smile. I let out a broken laugh and hugged him, almost knocking him over.

"Not that I have a problem with this, but why so affectionate?" He asked smiling, embracing me back. I pulled back slightly, but didn't let go of him.

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking in his eyes. He looked concerned all of a sudden.

"Katie! Why have you been crying?" He asked, looking around frantically.

"Oliver! You.. You just died! Right in front of me. You just died. And it was all my fault." I said. How could he not remember this?

"Katie.. I'm not dead. I'm right here, talking to you. Are you okay?" He asked, looking like he wanted to take me to the hospital wing or something.

"Wood, the Giant Squid dropped you. You hit the water and the impact should have killed you. And if not, you should have drowned. I pulled you out, and brought you over here. You had no pulse." He looked at me like I was crazy.

"No.. I just fell asleep. I woke up and my throat was itchy and you had been crying and hugged me." He said, and I looked at him like he was crazy. Which he was.

"Why don't.. Why don't we just go to class?" I asked, standing up. He just climbed to his feet and swayed slightly. He held his head.

"Why does my head hurt so much?" He asked, looking at me. I just gave him a look.

"That.. That really did happen. Didn't it?" He asked slowly. I nodded, and turned around. I moved mechanically through everything, and next thing I knew, I was in my spot next to George in Transfiguration. I must not have looked great.

"You okay?" He asked, leaning his red head over so that he wouldn't have to talk as loud as McGonagall had just walked in.

"I think I just killed the Quidditch Nazi.." I said trailing off. He laughed.

"Ah, good joke. Seriously though, what happened?" He asked, still smiling slightly.

"No, like Oliver had no pulse. For about five minutes. And it was all my fault." I said. He looked confused, and so I explained, taking up almost the entire class. We'd have to get the notes from someone else later.

"You know what this means?" George said as we were packing up our stuff.

"What?" I asked, feeling a million times better than I had.