Stole my heart
I only own the plot. J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter and all the characters.
Hermione was walking through Diagon Alley. Her arms were packed full with books. Her boss, Tom, owned a bookstore and he told her to fetch some new books.
He only forgot to tell her that she has to walk 30 minutes with 10 books in her hands.
Because the books were really old and valuable she wasn't aloud to use magic so she put them in a pile. The pile was pretty high and she couldn't see a thing.
Luckily for her she knew the way to the bookshop by head. She wasn't the smartest witch of her age for nothing.
Suddenly she bumped into something tall and large.
She fell backwards and all the books fell on the ground. She was slightly irritated that the person she bumped was still standing.
He wasn't affected in anyway.
When Hermione saw his face she held her breath.
He was gorgeous. He had short brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. He was tall and strong.
Because he was wearing tight shirt you could see his muscles very good.
He had at least a six-pack.
Somewhere in the back of her mind he looked familiar but she had no idea from where.
She didn't go out a lot so she didn't know a lot of people.
"Are you all right, lass?" He asked in a Scottish accent. Hermione eyes lit up.
"Oliver Wood?"
Oliver looked surprised at the girl.
"Yep, that's me. So now you know my name but I don't know yours."
" Maybe I will tell you if you help me up," said Hermione. Oliver blushed and held out a hand.
Hermione took it and Oliver pulled her up with ease.
"So tell me your name."
Hermione shook her head and started to collect her books. "I'm Hermione Granger, remember? Harry Potters best friend." Oliver eyes lit up.
"The little bookworm? The brightest witch of her age?" Hermione blushed and nodded. Oliver took a closer look and checked her from head to toe.
This made Hermione blush even more and she quickly bent down to pick up more books.
"I recognize you know. It's weird that I didn't recognize your hair, or your eyes."
Hermione looked quizzical at Oliver.
"My eyes?" said Hermione.
Oliver nodded. "They're exactly the same color as in Hogwarts, chocolate brown. And I bet they still have that sparkle in them."
Hermione had no idea what he was talking about.
"A sparkle?"
"Yes, when you do something you like or when you talked about something that is exciting, you get a sparkle in your eyes."
Hermione blushed and bent down to pickup the last books.
"Why don't you use magic for those books?" asked Oliver. Hermione had collected all the books and started walking again.
"Because they are really old and they would fall apart if I did use magic."
Oliver nodded and started walking next to her. Hermione noticed that he was a lot taller then her.
"Let me help you," said Oliver and he took three quarters of the pile.
"Thanks a lot. So are you still quidditch obsessed?" asked Hermione.
Oliver raised an eyebrow. "What do mean still quidditch obsessed?"
Hermione stopped in her tracks. Oliver noticed it a bit too late and ended up before her.
"You don't think you were quidditch obsessed?"
Oliver looked quizzical at Hermione. "No, why? Was I?"
Hermione smirked and started walking again. Oliver quickly came walking besides her.
"Why did you say I used to be quidditch obsessed?" asked Oliver.
Hermione kept quit and kept on walking with the books. Oliver humpfed, but kept silent. After about 15 minutes Oliver couldn't take it anymore.
"Could you please tell me? I will take you out for lunch tomorrow if you tell me."
Hermione thought for a moment and nodded. "Okay, if you take me out for lunch tomorrow I will tell you."
Olivers face lit up and stared expecting at Hermione. She kept quit with a smile on her face. Oliver kept staring. Eventually Hermione looked at Oliver and saw him staring.
"What is it, Ollie?" Hermione asked.
Oliver flinched at his nickname. Hermione noticed and raised an eyebrow.
"My grandma used to call me Ollie and she used to give me big wet kissed. Bad memories."
Hermione laughed and said: "Doesn't little Ollie like his grandma. Ollie Wollie."
Oliver chuckled a little and noticed he didn't mind if Hermione said it. It sounded cute from her.
Oliver suddenly stopped in his tracks. Did he just think Hermione Granger was cute? Yes he did.
What's up, Ollie Wollie?" Hermione disturbed his thoughts.
"Uhm…You still didn't say explain why I used to be quidditch obsessed?"
Hermione smirked at him. "I will tell you tomorrow at lunch."
Oliver shrugged and started walking again. He noticed Hermione was a lot smaller than him.
He looked closer and also noticed that she was indeed cute, no gorgeous. She was a natural beauty.
She wore a red sweater which embraced her female curves very good. She also wore a pair of skinny jeans with a pair of red heels. Oliver was just wondering how girls could walk on those shoes when Hermione disturbed his thoughts again.
"Oliver, can I have those books?" asked Hermione.
Oliver nodded and gave her the books.
"So, I will pick you up at?"
" I have lunch break at 12 o'clock. See you tomorrow Ollie Wollie!"
Oliver waved and watched her go into the shop. When he couldn't see her anymore he wondered if she knew he was one of the most famous quidditch players and how soon she would find out?