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Title: Slow Motion
Author: Rory divided_poet
Characters: Katie Bell/Oliver Wood
Rating: R (For safety)
Song: Slow Motion - David Gray
A/N: This is where I do a little dance for my beta ladyyj. *g*



Oliver didn’t go clubbing a lot, especially not at muggle clubs. Some of his team mates, however, had dragged him out after a brutal victory and he felt he needed to humor them. So Oliver drank and danced (best he could) with random women his friends picked out for him.

His team mates would say, “Oi, look at that bird. Go ask her to dance.” or something to that effect. He would go and ask them to dance. They would say yes and Oliver would keep thinking the same thing: What the hell did I get myself into?

His team mates didn’t know this, but he didn’t like mindless girls. It wasn’t his thing. If he was going to spend any amount of time with one person, he wanted to be able to hold a conversation with them. So far, that wasn’t happening.

“Wood, look at that blonde bird over there,” one of his mates said from over by the bar. Oliver looked in the direction his friend had pointed. For the first time that night he couldn’t wait to ask the woman to dance.

There was a sultry beat playing. Then the song became slow with entrancing words.

While I was watching, you did a slow dissolve…

The woman was letting the words flow through her. She was dancing with her arms above her head, her hips moving in slow circles. The combination of her dance and the music hit somewhere below Oliver’s belt. He was completely hypnotized.

The words of the song faded into the background for Oliver as he walked over to the woman.

She fell into a slow dance with Oliver easily, circling her hips the same way as before.

The music started climbing and the woman pulled Oliver’s mouth down to her own. As their lips touched Oliver had a sense of familiarity. He pushed the feeling back as the kiss they shared became more heated. There was one feeling that stayed very present for Oliver; the girl was a witch. Everything after that was almost surreal, as if in slow motion.

The two moved back to a dark corner of the club, and then without a word they disapparated with a pop.

They apparated to her flat, looking as if they hadn’t stopped what they had been doing when they left the club.

The woman led Oliver to her room. As she did this a thought struck Oliver: I’ve never done this. But he also knew that he really didn’t care.

The two hit her bed, clothes already halfway off. It didn’t take long for the rest to come off, and the two didn’t waist any time once they were undressed.

The night was spent in a blur of touching, licking, and sucking. Their kisses were almost tender, both feeling the same sense of familiarity they couldn’t explain.


Oliver woke up early the next morning to snow flakes hitting a window - a window that was not his own. It only took a moment for the events of last night to rush back to him.

He stood from the bed, found his boxers, pulled them on, and started to look around, wondering about this person he felt so drawn to.

She had photos everywhere, moving and still. Oliver looked a one framed newspaper clipping of someone playing Quidditch. The way the person moved Oliver could tell it was the woman. Maybe that’s were he knew her from. Maybe they had played against each other.

He was about to read the article when he noticed a picture album entitled ‘Hogwarts Days’ sitting propped up on a desk in her room.

Completely intrigued by the idea that she might have gone to Hogwarts with him, Oliver walked over and picked up the book.

The first few pagers were pictures of her friends from school. Oliver guessed this, because they were also pictures of some of his friends from school. As he kept flipping he saw more pictures of the woman playing Quidditch as a girl. But none where he could really see her face.

He finally came upon one picture that made him freeze. It was a picture of himself and one of the chasers on his team at Hogwarts.

Stunned, Oliver put down the album and went over to the woman’s purse. He pulled out her wallet and then pulled out her muggle driver’s license.

Full Name: Katherine Aslyne Bell

Oliver put everything back in the bag and sat back on her bed, not knowing what else to do. He wanted to jump up and leave but he knew he couldn’t do that to her.

He heard the woman shift on the bed behind him.

“Oh….um….hello. I, ah, I didn’t get your name. Mine’s--”

“Katie.”

Past events ran threw Oliver’s head and he understood why everything felt so familiar.

The day before Oliver’s last day at Hogwarts, he and Katie had slept together. He never figured out why, she was so much younger then he. But Katie had a way of seeming like she was older than she was.

He had regretted it, a one night stand with a fourth year. He hadn’t known what he was thinking.

“How did you…” the woman started.

Oliver turned around to let the woman see him. The look that came over her face said she obviously hadn’t recognized him the night before.

The snow pounded against her window harder as she shifted up in her bed, hugging the sheets to herself.

“Oliver,” she said quietly. Oliver nodded, not knowing what to say.

Suddenly Katie put her hand on Oliver’s cheek and pulled his face closer to her own. Their lips met, and this completely threw off Oliver. Mainly because the last time he had talked to Katie she had told him to fuck off and had then proceeded to slap him.

She had done this because he had told her that what they did was a mistake and it shouldn’t have happened. Even as his 17 year old self, he could see how hurt she had been.

Katie pulled back and looked Oliver directly in the eyes. “Just please don’t tell me I was a mistake. It took me a long time to get over that, and I don’t think I could do it again.”

Oliver furrowed his eye brows. “No…Katie, I never said you were a mistake. And I promise I don’t think you’re a mistake,” Oliver said, wondering if that’s what she had thought all these years. “I just think what we did at Hogwarts was a mistake.” Katie eyes got that hurt look in them again; a looked that Oliver didn’t think he’d ever be able to forget.

“No, that’s not it either,” Oliver said hastily. “What I mean is, the time and place we did it was a mistake.”

“What do you mean?” Katie asked, looking like she actually understood but she still wanted Oliver to clarify.

Oliver took a deep breath and did the small amount of math. “Our age difference isn’t that big when you’re 22 and I’m 25. But when you’re 14 and I’m 17 our age difference is huge,” He said. Katie had a ‘Go on’ look on her face. Oliver sighed. “If we had done the same thing just a few years later, I promise you I wouldn’t have regretted it. But I felt like such a piece of shit that day.” Oliver ran a hand through his hair. “I mean, I slept with a 14 year old girl. Think about it, Katie. If the situation were reversed, wouldn’t you feel the way I did?” He asked, a pleading sound in his voice brought on by the look of incredulity Katie was giving him.

Katie shook her head. “No Ol, I get it. I’m just thinking, you were never a person to take advantage of someone. So, what must I have done to get you to sleep with me?” She asked, a truly thoughtful expression displayed across her face but her voice very flippant.

Oliver’s eyes widened. “Katie, how can you ….”

“I had problems at Hogwarts. Problems I dealt with shortly after I left. I’m over it,” she said.

“Did you sleep with anyone else while you were at school?” Oliver asked before he could stop himself.

“I’m not going to answer that,” Katie said calmly. “And I think it would be really nice if we could change the subject,” she added just as calmly.

Oliver ran his hand through his hair again and took a deep breath. “So, uh, you still play Quidditch?” he asked.

Katie smiled. “Yeah, I do. In fact, I’m an alternate for the Cannons,” she said.

Oliver raised his eye brows. “Wow. Um, I finally got the Keeper position on the Pud--”

“I know,” Katie interrupted. Oliver furrowed his eyes brows again and Katie’s smile grew wider. “I haven’t seen you face to face in years, but I think I’ve been to almost all of your games.”

Oliver shook his head. “And here I thought you hated me.”

Katie’s smile dropped. “I never hated you, Oliver,” she said, completely serious. “I was hurt, but I never hated you.”

Oliver looked at Katie thoughtfully. Her hair was a mess from sleep and she still had the sheets tucked around herself. But she had changed, a lot. She looked nothing like the girl she had been at Hogwarts. At Hogwarts she had been very pretty, but now she was beautiful. She had grown up and grown into herself. He understood why he hadn’t recognized her the night before.

“Last night, you didn’t recognize me?” he asked.

Katie shook her head. “No. I mean, you looked familiar. But I didn’t even think that you might be….you.” Katie laughed. “I guess I had you in my head as looking exactly the same as you did at Hogwarts.”

“I haven’t chan--”

“Yes you have,” Katie said, the laughter running obviously through her voice. “You just, you grew into yourself.”

Oliver let out a laugh. “I was gonna say the same about you.”

Katie ducked her head forward a bit. “What happened last night…I don’t do that a lot,” she said.

“Me neither.” Oliver shrugged. “I don’t know, I saw you dancing and I just felt drawn to you.”

Katie looked up at Oliver and smirked. “Do you use that line on all of your one night stands?” she asked.

Oliver shook his head. “No, I’m serious.”

Katie started laughing at the look on Oliver’s face. “You look so serious.”

Oliver opened his mouth, but Katie put her hand up. “Look,” she said.

Oliver turned to look at the window behind him. The snow had stopped and it looked like everything had a white blanket over it.

“Snow makes everything seem….magical,” Katie said, laughing a bit on the last word.

“You always did have an affinity for snow.”

Katie continued to stare out the window, almost dazed as the snow began to fall again. “Snow means good things, Ol. Always has for me. The happiest points in my life have happened when it snowed.”

Oliver turned his head to look at the woman sitting on the bed next to him. He couldn't help the grin that split his face. Before allowing himself to think on it any longer, Oliver brought his face within centimeters of Katie’s. Katie turned her head and closed the distance between their lips without a moment’s hesitation.

Katie pulled away and rested her forehead against Oliver’s. “The snow is magical. It brought back my long lost friend.”