Here is the prequel to my Newest Keeper! Enjoy! Snarky
Oliver was walking to the Quidditch Pitch broom shed so he could have a quick fly around when he heard crying from the stands. He turned around and saw that it was the cute little girl from the train. He walked over to talk to her. "Hey there, are you okay?" asked Oliver as he sat down next to her.
Hermione's head popped up in surprise. "Oh…um. Yeah. Uh," Hermione stammered. "I didn't think anyone was coming right before dinner."
"Oh well. I love to fly for about ten minutes before dinner if I don't have practice because it helps get the rush out of me," said Oliver.
Hermione looked at him with slight fear in her eyes with a puzzled look.
"What?"
"Practice?" asked Hermione.
"For Quidditch, haven't you heard of it?" asked Oliver.
Hermione shook her head.
"Really? It is the best sport in the world! Wait, are you a Muggleborn?"
"I think so if you mean that I was born with two muggle parents," answered Hermione.
Oliver dipped his head.
"I should have known that it was a flying sport." Hermione laughed. She quieted right down and looked at him. "I just realized that I don't know your name. I am Hermione Granger by the way."
"Oh, sorry. Hello, Hermione. I am Oliver Wood, the Quidditch Captain of the Gryffindor team," as he shook her hand. "Now why were you crying just a minute ago?"
Hermione looked down and mumbled something.
"What? I couldn't hear you."
Hermione looked into his eyes and said, "I can't fly. I have tried learning through a book and failed miserably. I am having issues with the Flying Lessons."
"Ah… I understand. You know Percy Weasley?" asked Oliver.
Hermione nodded.
"He had the same issue which is surprising with all his brothers loving to play Quidditch. I had helped him get through the lessons. Would you like me to do that for you as well? I won't mind."
Hermione had a look of hope. "Really? You will help me? I hate the feeling of failing something," said Hermione.
Oliver nodded.
"YES! Thanks, Oliver!" Hermione suddenly hugged him and froze. She backed away with a sheepish look on her face. "Um. Sorry about that. I just got excited."
Oliver waved her off.
"So when can we start?"
Oliver thought about it for a minute and said, "How about right after dinner once a week until you get the hang of it?"
Hermione nodded.
"OK, how about tonight for the first lesson after dinner?"
"Sure, that would be great, Oliver because all of a sudden I am hungry," Hermione said as her stomach growled.
The two of them laughed.
Oliver hopped down to the ground and held out his hand for her to take. Hermione grabbed it to help herself off the stands. "Let's eat, milady," Oliver said holding out his arm. Hermione smiled as she slipped her arm in. They walked back to the castle talking more about each other.