AN: I promised to finish On a Distant Shore but this caught my mind and I couldn't help by writting it. This story may or may not be like real life situations some people often find themselves in. Rated mature for insinuated situations. This is not one of my fluffy Oliver/Hermione fics. You've been warned.
Pretend
With a sigh and roll of eyes a young woman of 24 watched a young man of whom she knew was quite possibly the biggest liar in the world. He looked the part of the cassanova charming his way to get a free cookie as he expertly uses his uneven smile and cockeyed grin that entices even the biggest shrew in the world. Well, the biggest shrew besides Hermione Granger. It was the ever so fool-proof cocktail; an attractive young man, hunched over the counter casually touching the girl's hand as he flirts openly yet somehow discreetly with her. He flashes her his famous grin that had witches scream in orgamisic chorus "Oh Wood". His hand then goes through his hair ruffling it as it were not expertly combed before. He looks down at the girl's hand and trails his way up to her chest lingering for a second, fully knowing that she had been watching him eye her. As soon as she closes the register he looks up again and grin. If the girl isnt scowling, he'll lean in abit more just to look into her eyes and say "hmm thank you" and she would giggle herself into a reddened state.
Having her heart broken severely by several men in the past years, Hermione had had enough watching Oliver Wood try to catch another unsuspecting muggle coffee shop girl. She often wondered if she had treated him badly instead of royally, would he have stayed with her? But she knew the answer that question as she had treated him royally giving him all of her heart, time and love which he only tossed aside to pursue an exicting fun tumble with his then coach's wife when he realized he was changing into a monogamous man. Several years passed already and Oliver still haven't taken a clue that Hermione infact hated his guts for what he did to her but Oliver always said that "it would get better in time". Hermione knew then that it was a logic he often used to get women to step way from him. Playing on the psyche, empowering her while he broke her heart. Sneaky bastard. It never really did get better. It just got worse as time flew. Hermione harbored feelings of distaste for the man and often wondered why she even bothered with having the occasional lunch with him. But as always, Oliver was oblivious as to how she felt, just as he was when they were in a relationship.
She often thought she was masochistic for even tolerating Oliver's prescence. Everytime he found some new leggy toy he took around the clubs, she'd meet them out of his requests or maybe it was a guilty pleasure to know that they would only last a weekend or two. It was also possible she was letting his ego kick her down even more. Hermione would play the "we're exes but we're fine" card as Oliver always expected of her and once she got home she let the tears swell in her eyes replaying the very moment that Oliver left her for the first and second time. Had she been the worst girlfriend that he had to run out on her twice. Had she not loved him enough, no it wasnt that. She was a free spirit bottled to fit into society, refusing the idea of occasional deviance which Oliver's life was based on.
"Success. l got her number, its a Jennifer spelled Ginnifer," marvelled Oliver as he sat back down not noticing Hermione's inner conflict. She sipped her coffee faking a smile, hoping the cup would cover her partial frown. DId he honestly need to parade these women around her?
"What do you think, ms anthropologist?" He asks watching her aloofly as he flirted at Ginnifer all the way at the counter of the coffee shop. Hermione stared at the woman for a bit and concluded, "Flakey, probably a freshamn at the nearby college. Expensive boots tells me she was forced to take this job after overloading her credit card and daddy is too busy with the mistress. He'd purposely forgotten about poor Ginnifer and mummy is too busy running after daddy to help"
Oliver snapped his head to look at Hermione incredously but then smiles, "You know you scare me sometimes?" he commented as he finally shifted his attention to Hermione was still watching Ginnifer bounce her boobs around as she trotted to the dishwasher. Was that tart even aware that she was a walking and quite possibly a driving hazzard.
"How so?" Hermione asked.
"You just told me what she basically just said why she works here and she IS a freshman at the nearby community college", Oliver marvelled noticing that Hermione wasn't purely paying attention to him. It never really bothered him much that Hermione turned a new leaf after they broke up. She had become the Hermione he once noticed not the Hermione that was his on and off girlfriend of nearly 6 months.
"Community College accepts everyone. She'll take you in as they did so easily along with the enormous girth of your ego immidiately after her shift" Hermione concluded. Sometimes she knew she had to play the cold hearted ex to get his attention, if she had only known how he was she would have never fallen in love with him.
"Do you mean the girth of my manhood?" Oliver added quickly, smirking with satisfaction of appalling Hermione. "You did ask 'is it gonna fit' the first time"
"If you inflate your head even more Ginnifer might be crushed. I wish you came with a warning label," Hermione said, "'Treat me like shit, I'll praise you. Treat me seriously and love me, I'll leave you faster than you can say quidditch'"
"Hermio-" Oliver started but couldnt as he watched Hermione pick up her coat and stand up quickly.
"Is it so bad being honest Wood? Someone has to shit on you these days. Keeps you grounded trust me its for your own good" Hermione cheerfully stated as she touched his jaw rather cold and distantly. Oliver had expected for her to cup his face with the warmth that she had done so every morning of their relationship. Smiling at him as if nothing bad will ever hapen everywhere in the world because he was there. She was so loving, warm and close back then, he really did not know how to feel about this Hermione. Now she often looked as if she was so bothered by him. She smiled forcibly at him and walked away swiftly before Olver could even say another word.
He watched her walk away, wondering the same thing everytime she left their lunch early; did he do the right thing leaving her? She was a great girlfriend, companion and lover. She always loved him even to the bitter present and even if she still loved him, she would never let herself say it out loud or accept it. She treated him as if he was a natural fallacy, bothersome, irriversible and unmanageable much like how his mother treated him when he did something bad; with silent contempt though accepting his nature.
Did he still feel anything for her? Why was it so bothersome that she left early. It can't be that he actually regrets his actions, he's Oliver Wood the biggest Quidditch star right along with Ginny Potter. But the difference is that Ginny Potter was in a loving equal relationship with her husband and Oliver was still living with a fleeting heart of an indecisive teenager.
"They can lead you, hide or reveal too"
AN:
I know its not my normal writting style. I hope you guys like it though. I tried to catch all the typos.
-monsterme
