Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, or Hogwarts, or Quidditch, JK
Rowling does. I only own the plot
A/N: Just something I felt like writing. I've got somewhat of a crush on Sean Biggerstaff (actor who plays Wood), and I wondered if Hermione ever had a crush on Oliver. I think you'll like it, it could really be anyone writing about some guy way out of their reach. Ya know, have you ever had a crush on like some person way older than you, or some famous movie star you'll never meet? Please Read! Please Enjoy! And most importantly Please Review!
Watch Him Fly
Did you ever have one of those crushes that you knew you could never fulfill? Like when you're thirteen, and you like some movie star that you're never going to meet? I know the feeling.
People are always telling me what a "good girl" I am. How much potential I've got. And how glad they are that I'm not one of those "giggly, boy crazy girls". The truth is, I'm just more secretive. If they ever knew about my secret crush, they'd laugh, or tell me to grow up and get over it. So, I've never told anyone.
But the truth is, there's a boy, here at Hogwarts. Every time I see him, my stomach flutters, and I go weak at the knees. He's got the most beautiful deep brown eyes. How I envy the girl that gets to look into them! I know it'll never be me, though. After all, he's five years older than me, and a Quidditch star. He's Oliver Wood.
I'm surprised that nobody's ever wondered what keeps me going to all those Quidditch games. It's not as if I really enjoy the sport. I suppose they all assume I go to watch Harry. And to a certain degree, I do. But I also go to watch Oliver, to watch him fly.
It was his flying that first made me fall in love with him. In first year, at Harry's first game. Just sitting there, in the stands, I watched Oliver. I watched him spin and loop, and saw the determination in his face. He was so powerful, yet so graceful, up there, in the air. It was enough to make any girl fall in love. Even me, the know-it-all Hermione.
I don't think I've ever spoken to him. Probably I never will. This is his last year here at Hogwarts, and after he graduates, I'll probably never see him again. And that's fine by me. It's not like I'll ever do anything about this crush. I doubt that he even knows my name. I don't mind. I'm never going to work up the courage to say anything. I'm perfectly content just to watch him fly.
I could never tell anyone about this. They'd laugh and tease me, or worse, tell someone. I would absolutely die if Oliver found out. I know he would only laugh, too. After all, what would he see in a bushy- haired muggle girl like me? Probably nothing.
But maybe I'm to pessimistic. Perhaps there's a chance, just a tiny one, but still a chance, that he could like me. It doesn't have to be as a girlfriend, friendship would be fine. But I know that I lack the courage to ever start anything between us. Because if he rejected me, it would hurt too much. It's safer just to sit in the stands, and watch him fly.
I can watch him spiral and swirl, dive and shoot, block and cheer, always determined, and I will never get hurt. I'm happy admiring his skill from a distance. And perhaps, some other girl is falling in love with him, at this very instant, and he with her. I don't mind, because he's not meant for me. I'm perfectly content with watching him fly.
Watch him fly.
A/N: Just something I felt like writing. I've got somewhat of a crush on Sean Biggerstaff (actor who plays Wood), and I wondered if Hermione ever had a crush on Oliver. I think you'll like it, it could really be anyone writing about some guy way out of their reach. Ya know, have you ever had a crush on like some person way older than you, or some famous movie star you'll never meet? Please Read! Please Enjoy! And most importantly Please Review!
Watch Him Fly
Did you ever have one of those crushes that you knew you could never fulfill? Like when you're thirteen, and you like some movie star that you're never going to meet? I know the feeling.
People are always telling me what a "good girl" I am. How much potential I've got. And how glad they are that I'm not one of those "giggly, boy crazy girls". The truth is, I'm just more secretive. If they ever knew about my secret crush, they'd laugh, or tell me to grow up and get over it. So, I've never told anyone.
But the truth is, there's a boy, here at Hogwarts. Every time I see him, my stomach flutters, and I go weak at the knees. He's got the most beautiful deep brown eyes. How I envy the girl that gets to look into them! I know it'll never be me, though. After all, he's five years older than me, and a Quidditch star. He's Oliver Wood.
I'm surprised that nobody's ever wondered what keeps me going to all those Quidditch games. It's not as if I really enjoy the sport. I suppose they all assume I go to watch Harry. And to a certain degree, I do. But I also go to watch Oliver, to watch him fly.
It was his flying that first made me fall in love with him. In first year, at Harry's first game. Just sitting there, in the stands, I watched Oliver. I watched him spin and loop, and saw the determination in his face. He was so powerful, yet so graceful, up there, in the air. It was enough to make any girl fall in love. Even me, the know-it-all Hermione.
I don't think I've ever spoken to him. Probably I never will. This is his last year here at Hogwarts, and after he graduates, I'll probably never see him again. And that's fine by me. It's not like I'll ever do anything about this crush. I doubt that he even knows my name. I don't mind. I'm never going to work up the courage to say anything. I'm perfectly content just to watch him fly.
I could never tell anyone about this. They'd laugh and tease me, or worse, tell someone. I would absolutely die if Oliver found out. I know he would only laugh, too. After all, what would he see in a bushy- haired muggle girl like me? Probably nothing.
But maybe I'm to pessimistic. Perhaps there's a chance, just a tiny one, but still a chance, that he could like me. It doesn't have to be as a girlfriend, friendship would be fine. But I know that I lack the courage to ever start anything between us. Because if he rejected me, it would hurt too much. It's safer just to sit in the stands, and watch him fly.
I can watch him spiral and swirl, dive and shoot, block and cheer, always determined, and I will never get hurt. I'm happy admiring his skill from a distance. And perhaps, some other girl is falling in love with him, at this very instant, and he with her. I don't mind, because he's not meant for me. I'm perfectly content with watching him fly.
Watch him fly.
