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I don't wanna move a thing

It might change my memory

Oh I am what I am, I do what I want

But I can't hide,And I won't go,

I won't sleep, I can't breathe

until you're resting here with me

And I won't leave, and I can't hide

I cannot be, Until you're resting here with me

I don't wanna call my friends

For they might wake me from this dream

And I can't leave this bed

Risk forgetting all that's been...

..............

He held her tightly against his body. His tongue moving in her mouth, awakening a thousand hidden desires. His breath mingled with hers, the velvet of his tongue moving gently back and forth. A small moan escaped her lips. Was that really her? His hand slid down her back in a caressing motion. Her inexperience made her slightly embarrassed. Her hands fumbled clumsily up his arms and came to rest on his shoulders. She gripped them tightly and experimentally kissed him back. She hadn't ever engaged in these activities before and didn't know what to do. She must have done something right though because his grip on her increased and his movements became more frantic.

........

Suddenly, Hermione awoke. Her eyes opened as the girls around her began to move around the room. Some shuffled off toward the showers, while others just threw their robes on. Hermione shoved the covers back and sat up. She got out of bed and began to dress.

She was thankful she'd been awakened from the dream. If she'd slept any longer, she would have felt shame and embarrassment when the morning came. Consciously she blocked the memory, hardly ever thought about the kiss, but when she fell asleep her mind would wander. She hadn't had the dream for a while and on some level was hoping she'd never have it again. The kiss had lasted 30 seconds maybe a minute but somehow it still haunted her.

She stumbled into Herbology 15 minutes late. When she explained that she was late because Peeves had singled her out and dropped a bucket of ice cold water on her, there was no penalty for either her or Gryffindor. She'd forgotten to mention the fact that she'd managed to perform a drying spell and somehow had caused her hair to become one big ball of fluff along with drying her clothes. It had taken at least 5 minutes to get her hair down to a more normal size; even now it looked slightly poofy. Walking to her seat she ran a hand through her hair, trying to calm it down. She also mentally cursed Peeves in every way and in every language she knew.

During the hands on part of the lesson, Hermione was mercifully paired with Ginny Weasley, and Luna Lovegood. She'd known Ginny for a really long time. Even though she'd just met Luna a few years ago and despite the fact that Hermione thought Luna was a little bit of a loon, they had become good friends. Occasionally Luna would still come up with some obscure animal reference that had Hermione rolling her eyes but they got along really well. Luna was also dating Ron Weasley. A fact that most people seemed to think Hermione should care about but in reality she only liked Ron as a friend. He never liked her as anything more either; it was just a misconception by people. Ginny was dating Harry Potter. Both of the couples were pretty serious.

"Hello ladies." Ginny greeted them as they all gathered around their table.

"Hi Ginny. Hi Luna." Hermione said cheerfully, once again unconsciously running her hand through her hair in a feeble attempt to smooth it.

"Hello." Luna addressed them both and smiled. "You know, this is related to the Figanent. It's a distant relation though and Figanent is very rare unlike this plant."

"Oh really?" Ginny said in a noncommittal response.

"And just what is a Figanent?" Hermione asked with another swipe through her hair.

"It's a magical plant, that like this can heal burns. Only it doesn't take days or even hours. It can heal right on contact." Luna said dreamily staring at the plant.

"That would be useful." Hermione said, assuming that this was not a fictional creation. It sounded as if it could possibly exist.

"And it can also change a person's sex." Luna added as an afterthought.

"What?" Hermione said sharply and looked at Luna.

"Why would you put something on a burn if it's going to make you into a man?" Ginny asked logically.

"I know. It is a nasty side effect isn't it?" Luna agreed. "It doesn't help that no one has been able to find any for the past hundred years or so. It's so sad when plants go missing."

"Tragic." Ginny said and looked at Hermione with a smile. Then she noticed Hermione's constant grooming. "Mione, why are you doing that? It's really very distracting."

"Doing what?" Hermione asked distractedly, concentrating on taking a small piece from the plants complicated root system. She stopped momentarily to run a hand through her hair.

"That. And what did you do to your hair anyway?" Ginny asked.

"It does sort of look like you stuck you're fingers in some electrical socket somewhere, it's standing on ends." Luna added, studying Hermione's hair.

Hermione looked up at the pair of them with a horrified expression on her face.

"That was an exaggeration. It's not that bad. I think you've managed to control most of it." Ginny added nudging Luna with her elbow.

"Oh! Yeah I was exaggerating. It looks windblown. Like you've been on a horse ride or a motorcycle. It's very romantic looking you know." Luna smiled at her.

"Romantic? It's horrible. I somehow did it when I dried myself off. I must've said something wrong or did something wrong." Hermione was obviously upset by the whole thing and her gentle slicing motions began to be more of a hack.

"Mione, you really need to be careful with this plant." Luna scolded shaking her head.

No sooner had Luna warned her than her plants roots shriveled up and died. Hermione looked over at her friends. "Could this day get any worse?" She asked them before trudging off to get another plant.

A little while later....

"Good god, Mione. What happened to you?" Ron asked as she entered the hallway after the herbology lesson. Luna grabbed his hand and squeezed it very hard. "Ouch! I mean, did you have a good lesson?" Ron amended and shot Luna a look of pain mouthing the word ouch. Luna just looked at him smiling.

"She had a run in with Peeves and came out on the bad end of it." Ginny said then looked at Hermione's hair critically. "It actually looks better now. It's less poofy anyway and there's not so much frizz. Just when you finally get a good hair routine a poltergeist comes along and ruins it. What's a girl to do?"

"Go and find the afore mentioned ghost and kill him. I hate Peeves. Oh well it doesn't matter, at least it's deflating a little." Hermione tried to be positive.

"You mean it was bigger than that?" Ron asked astonished. Once again Luna squeezed his hand, and for such a little thing she packs quite a lot of strength. "I mean, have you heard the news?" Ron completely changed the subject not desiring to have his hand broken by his girlfriend.

"No, what news?" Luna smiled at him.

"Uhm, Dumbledore has got some really big news. He's telling us all about it at the dinner feast tonight. It's some really big deal but very hush hush." Ron told them.

"I wonder what it's about. Dumbledore wouldn't have a special feast for nothing." Hermione added.

"I've heard it has something to do with Quidditch." Harry joined the group and went over to stand next to Ginny.

"Ouidditch? What about it? It better not be cancelled or anything. What would I do all year without it?" Ron commented, looking very distressed at the thought of not having Quidditch.

"Study, maybe?" Hermione joked. "Whatever it is, it better be good because it's going to take a lot to redeem this day."

"Hey Hermione, what have you done to your hair by the way?"" Harry asked giving Hermione's hair an inspecting glance.

"And just what is wrong with my hair?" Hermione asked impatiently, crossing her arms over her chest.

"It's sorta…well…" Harry hesitated when he noticed the look Ginny was giving him, "well, it's sorta big."

Hermione's eyebrows rose, "Big?" She asked in a very annoyed tone.

"Big in a good way. I'm just surprised to see you looking so disheveled." Harry finished lamely.

"There is such a thing as stopping when you're ahead, Harry." Ginny rolled her eyes as she told her boyfriend, "Hermione just had a spell backfire on her. It could've happened to anyone and if males were endowed with any manners they wouldn't mention it."

"Besides it looks much better now, in class it was enormous! It must've been three times as big. Now it's beginning to look more normal, and just in time for the feast. How perfect!" Luna commented trying to be helpful and reassuring.

"Three times?" Ron was still sounding amazed.

"Yes, Ron, three times. Just get off it and move on." Hermione snapped.

"Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" Ron asked her, causing Hermione to turn around and walk away.

Hermione walked into the feast and the crowd of students was already buzzing. The tables were only partially full but a steady stream of students would soon have them completely occupied. She walked over to the Gryffindor table and took her seat across from Ron, Luna, Harry, and Ginny. Ron and Luna were holding hands and being very obvious about it. Harry and Ginny were also holding hands but doing so under the table in a more unobtrusive way. Hermione smiled at them all, happy that her hair had finally returned to its beautiful former self. Thankfully whatever happened to her hair had disappeared and it was once more manageable.

"Hello guys! I'm starving." Hermione sat down. "Any more ideas on what this whole thing is about?"

"No, but we won't have to wait long. Here's Dumbledore now." Harry looked toward the head table. There was an extra chair at the table that was currently empty. Dumbledore stood and waited for the room to become silent.

"I can see I've made all of you students curious with this feast. I'll start by telling you that I have two announcements to make. Both are, I hope, good news. First, this year the selection for the team that will be going to the World School Championships is going to take place. Hogwarts has been invited to enter a team in the competition. Only 12 schools are asked to compete so this is a high honor. The team that will be going to represent Hogwarts at the championship is going to be Gryffindor." Dumbledore paused while the whispers and gasps faded away. "It's the only logical choice. They won the house championship last year so they will be the team sent to the world championship. Now for the second piece of news. All good teams need good coaches. An old student has volunteered to come back and be on staff to train the Gryffindor team. He's a professional Quidditch player but has received an injury that placed him on the injury list. His team is kind enough to lend him to us for use duration of training and into the championship." Dumbledore smiled broadly. "He used to be a Gryffindor in fact so he told me there was no way he was going to pass up this chance. Students, here is Oliver Wood." Dumbledore clapped as Oliver stepped out and walked over to Dumbledore.

Hermione's breath automatically caught when she saw him. He was still the most gorgeous man she'd ever met. She'd known him since she started at school and was always drawn to him. Not in a sexual way but in an I really like you way. That was until the kiss...

The whole Gryffindor table was celebrating their win in the house cup. She ran off to get some more drinks and ran into Oliver in the hall.

"Hello, Hermione." His face was beaming, he was so happy.

"Hi Oliver, congratulations again." Hermione smiled at him.

"Thanks. I was just talking to McGonagall, she's very excited about the win."

"I'm sure she was. Now she gets bragging rights. You seem really happy!" Hermione told him. They stood only a few feet away from each other. She could smell the scent of the soap he'd just showered with.

"I really have you to thank. Water proofing Harry's glasses was brilliant. I don't think we'd have been able to win it without that little trick." Oliver told her graciously.

"I think you would've. You're an excellent keeper, you're going to be professional out of school, right?" Hermione was curious about this; there had been a lot of rumors but no confirmation on his part.

"Yeah, I am." He looked at Hermione consideringly for a brief second before continuing. "It's actually a little frightening. Here I'm a star, one of the best players. But out there, I'll just be one of many. What if I don't make it?"

Hermione was surprised, but not shocked. Oliver had obviously needed someone to talk to about this and she was convenient. They'd had had a few semi-serious conversations before this one.

"You won't fail." Hermione told him confidently.

"How do you know?" Oliver asked her smiling.

"You love it too much, want it too much. It's not just a dream, it's your reality. You're definitely talented and you will start out as a small fish in a big pond, but everyone starts out that way. You don't give up on a dream just because it isn't easy." Hermione said all this very passionately, possibly more than she meant to.

"You're right. Thanks. You're very easy to talk to." Oliver told her and then shocked her by reaching over and pulling her into a hug. She reached around him and hugged him back tightly. "I've know you for three years and now I understand why Harry things you're so great. If those are the types of things you tell him, then he's lucky. You're very inspiring."

Hermione was at a total loss for words. She pulled away to look at his face, to see if he was serious, and that was when he kissed her. It made her tingle from her head to her toes. Oliver quickly ended the kiss.

"I'm so sorry, Hermione. You're trying to be a friend and I go and do that. You just looked so sweet and innocent and I felt like what you said was really meaningful." Oliver looked at Hermione with his chocolate brown eyes and her heart melted. When she thought about it, that was probably when she fell in love with him.

"I meant it. You can have it all. The Quidditch career, everything." Hermione was still a little in awe of the kiss they'd just shared.

"It's strange to think you're so young. You seem so wise. I'm sorry I took advantage of you, you're just a girl compared to me." Oliver shook his head and walked back to the Gryffindor common room...

This memory replayed itself in Hermione's mind as Oliver made his speech. She hadn't heard a word he'd said. She just sat there embarrassed thinking about what he said. "A little girl" what an annoying thing for him to say and think. Unfortunately, Hermione was still in love with the guy.

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back and this one should be pretty short only maybe like 5 chappies. Anyway I have it mostly written but I want reviews!! Please please review!! I would be your bestest friend if you did. Anyway! So my other story "head on collision". The Draco/Ginny story…everyone wants me to write a sequel but I'm not really sure about what. I'm fresh outta ideas about them. I mean I want them to have a happy ending!! So do you like this new story?? Please say yes and tell me in a review!! Perty please. By the way I just love this Dido song. I am thinking I like the whole putting a song before the chapter thing. It just kinda lets you guys know what I was listening to when I was writing. It's my mood music….