Hey, this is my first fic. I hope that it's good enough to be even considered 'beginner'. Hope you enjoy :)
The library has been quiet ever since Hermione arrived, everyone know not to disturb her when she is studying. If anyone was crazy enough to reconsider that warning, they might as well hex themselves to save her the trouble. Hermione may be young, but her lectures about the importance of HW may rival Professor McGonagall
Going straight to the library after dinner, Hermione left in a hurry not bothering to tell anyone (except Ginny)since Harry and Ron still haven't forgiven her. For
the next two hours, Hermione has been sitting in the library researching and scribbling down notes every now and then.
Or is she?
As a matter of fact, she isn't. She stopped working diligently an hour ago and for the past hour her mind kept switching back and forth from HW to a boy. A boy who is quite famous in Gryffindor house, one who is captain and keeper of Gryffindor's Quidditch team. Said keeper has been unconsciously keeping her from finishing the paper and that is driving Hermione crazy. Finally, after a good ten minutes of arguing with herself, Hermione gave up and let her thoughts flow back to what has been distracting her.
Yes, Hermione Granger is in fact crushing on the Oliver Wood.
She started developing these feelings ever since Oliver been keeping her company since Harry and Ron were ignoring her. She had done something that was quite understandable in her opinion. Again her mind drifted off, nothing seems to be able to keep her mind off the handsome Gryffindor.
~~OoO~~
"Why are they so stupid? They can be total gits sometimes!" Hermione said in frustration, talking to no one in particular. She has been helping Hagrid with Buckbeak's case, after an hour of planning they were finally done and she can go back to Gryffindor tower.
"Who can be total gits sometimes?"
That voice came out of nowhere, nearly scaring Hermione half to death. Looking around, she saw no one. Wondering if it was just a figment of her imagination because of the lack of socializing lately, she just shrugged it off. Before continuing her walk, the voice spoke again.
"You know, it's rude to ignore people. I'm up here by the way."
Hermione looked up, about to give the mysterious boy an earful but stopped because to her surprise it was Oliver wood—hovering in front of her on his broom.
"Sooo. . . you going to tell me or should I just go?" said Oliver.
Hermione thought about it for a second, wondering if she should tell him the truth.
"Well, as you already know. Harry and Ron aren't talking to me because I told professor McGonagall about the Firebolt. They are being stupid to think that what I did was wrong." said Hermione, keeping for head held high.
"I think they have a good reason to believe that." said Oliver with a hint of displeasure.
Hermione stomped her foot and said, "I can't believe you all! Don't you care that the mysterious sender could be Sirius Black? Does everything always have to be about Quidditch? You all might have taken one too many bludgers on the head!"practically screaming at the Quidditch-obsessed captain.
"I'm sorry that I offended you," Oliver said with a chuckle, apparently amused with the angry Hermione and forgot about his small displeasure towards her, "but everyone has been wanting to win the cup for a long time and with the Firebolt, we might stand a chance against Ravenclaw and Slytherin" He said with displeasure back in his voice, it's okay to say that Oliver hate Slytherin with a passion.
"I want to win as much any other Gryffindor, but this time I couldn't let it go. Harry could could have been in serious danger if I didn't do what I did. "Hermione said, trying to calm herself down.
Oliver sighed, knowing that nothing he said would make the young Gryffindor agree with his logic. Saying his goodbye, Oliver flew back to the Quidditch field to get his things.
Hermione walked back to the castle still upset that everyone seems to think that she was the one at fault.
~~the next day~~
Ever since her best friends started ignoring her, Hermione had a lot of extra time on her hand. Seeing that she got nothing else to do, might as well spend that time learning.
Half-way through her Transfiguration book, Hermione heard someone sighing in dissatisfaction. Looking around the corner, Hermione saw Oliver looking at something, 'probably something about quidditch' thought Hermione.
Wondering if she could be of assistance she asked, "Is something wrong Wood? Maybe I can help."
"Just call me Oliver, no need to be formal and yes something is wrong. But I don't think you can help, it's Quidditch stuff." He said not bothering to look up.
Hermione scrunched up her face seeing as to why everyone seem to think she know nothing but school-related topics. "I'll have you know that I've been to every match and I have read some Quidditch related books. One of my best friends is the seeker on our team, well was my best friend. . ."
Wanting to change the topic, Oliver looked up and said, "If that's true, why don't you help me with the new formation I'm trying to work out? It doesn't seem to work for my team and I don't know why."
"Sure, let's see, "looking over the miniature version of the quiddtch field and tiny figures of the team Hermione understood what went wrong, " You see here?" Hermione pointed to two figures that look like George Weasley and Angelina Johnson. "You're practically putting George next to Angelina; he is obviously going to get distracted." He looked at her in confusion. "Haven't you heard?" Oliver shook his head. "Strange, everyone has been talking about it. George fancies Angelina and if you put him there you might as well blindfold him."
Oliver was shocked, finally understanding why George has been acting odd during practice.
Hermione laughed at his shocked expression, "I guess you really don't notice anything else but Quidditch. And, I think you put the chasers too close together."
Now, Oliver was shocked and amazed at the young Gryffindor. "Brilliant! You were a life-saver at the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff match. But now you're just incredible! This new formation might just help us win the cup!" said Oliver. He stood to his full height, picked Hermione up and twirled her around.
Hermione squeaked at the sudden contact, when Oliver finally put her down she was speechless. Never in her life has a guy ever done that to her or made her feel this say.
He left half an hour later, with a wide grin on his face. They had talked about almost anything, it was rather nice to have someone you can talk to after not talking to anyone at all. Something Oliver said before he left got Hermione feeling as red as the hair on a Weasley. Oliver had said that he thought she was rather pretty when she was laughing and being carefree. Also that he wouldn't mind talking like this everyday with her. After he left, Hermione still felt the redness on her face and the butterflies flying around in her stomach.
She just sat there, replaying the event over and over again. Even when Madame Pince kicked her out of the library or Pansy Parkinson's rude comment, nothing could distract Hermione from thinking of Oliver Wood and this strange feeling that wouldn't go away.
~~OoO~~
Hermione's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a very irritated Madame Pince, telling her to leave so she can close the library. Once again, she has been kicked out and nothing but Oliver and the strange feeling (which she now knew that it was her developing feelings for him) was in her mind.
Walking back to Gryffindor tower, lost in her thoughts, she didn't see the tall figure in front of her and walked straight into it. Looking up she saw him, the guy who has been in her thoughts for the past hour and a half. Oliver Wood.
Here you go, it's the best I could. I hope you review! Tell me what's wrong, or it was pretty good. That comment I would love! I'll try to reply. If anyone review. :)
