A/n: This is my first fic and I hope its ok! Please review and tell me what you think, I don't mind constructive criticism! I'm horrible when it comes to grammar and I'm an ok typist, but I suck at typing; please tell me what you think! Thanks!
Ps. I live in America, so I hope I don't make this "too American" I'll try to stay true to the British background, but if anyone has any tips for me, feel free to leave them in a review!
Chocolate Drops
Chapter 1
By SoleilPetal
Chocolate eyes were barely visible above a heavy, thick scarlet volume with the letters, Hogwarts, a History, etched in black, peeling letters across the front. A slender finger rose from the large book to tuck a loose strand of cinnamony auburn hair behind a delicate ear- pausing for a moment before returning to the leather-bound book.
Oliver was staring. He knew it too, it was almost as if he was addicted. He stood there drinking up the sight, his blue eyes wide, not blinking. The 20 year-old brunette had wandered into Flourish and Blotts to see this girl reading intently. He had no idea who it was, however she looked somewhat familiar. She looked younger than him, maybe 2 or 3 years- but she gave off the impression of maturity, being wise beyond her years. Her slender figure-long legs and all- covered in Muggle jeans and a black sleeveless shirt. Her brown hair fell loosely around her shoulders, and had blonde highlights running through the waves. Her tan face carried deep brown eyes and red full lips. Oliver shook his head vigorously, and rubbed his eyes *You bloody perv! * he thought bitterly * you're going to scare her!* But when he allowed himself to look back upon the bewitching beauty, he noticed that she was joined by two tall males-one with fiery red hair and freckles and the other with raven black hair.
Harry Potter.
Oliver grinned and raced over to the young man. This young man was his Seeker back in his Hogwarts days. His protégé. Oliver had always admired young Potter's determination. It made him an outstanding Seeker. Of course, it didn't hurt that he was damn good flier and was damn good at Quidditch. It came naturally to him.
Harry saw the former Keeper arrive- out of breath and red- and his face brightened, illuminating his features. "OLIVER!" The two engaged in a "manly" hug, as to not appear too feminine in front of everyone. They both talked excitedly of Quidditch, of course, and Ron, of course, joined in, leaving poor Hermione on the outside of the group. "So Oliver," Harry asked brightly, "why aren't you some huge Quidditch star? Last I head you were working at the Ministry" Oliver quickly adverted his eyes and closed them temperirally, rubbing his right arm for a moment, a gesture that only Hermione noticed. Oliver cleared his throat and answered, "I'm taking a year or two off, you know make some connections, grease the wheels a bit, get some money." This answered seemed to satisfy Ron and Harry who proceeded to chat more furiously until Hermione tapped her foot impatiently and cleared her throat loudly and obviously. The three males turned around to face a very impatient Hermione. Oliver gasped as he looked upon the face that he had been so glued to only a mere couple of minutes ago. He had temporarily forgotten about the beauty while he was talking to Harry and Ron and now face- to- face, he had to remember to breathe.
Harry glanced at Oliver quizzically. Oliver quickly regained his composure, "Who is this lovely lady, might I ask?" Now, Hermione looked at him strangely, "It's Hermione. Hermione Granger? Remember?" Oliver's baby blues grew wide, "'Mione?? Little, smart, innocent Mione??" Hermione had to laugh, what was up with this guy? "Yes Wood! Why, am I that repulsive to look at?" Oliver laughed, "yeah yeah!" Hermione playfully slapped Oliver in the chest. Oliver grinned. The group fell in an uncomfortable silence.
Oliver, desperate to talk to Hermione some more, spoke up, "So, are you all heading back to Hogwarts soon?" Harry smiled, he always enjoyed the going-back-to-Hogwarts part of the summer more than any other part of the summer, "Yep! The Hogwarts Express leaves in.." He consulted his watch, "Oh damn, we have like 15 minutes, we gotta go!" The three waved hurried goodbyes to Oliver and raced off towards their 5th year at Hogwarts.
Oliver watched their retreating backs, one in particular, with curves and long cascading brown hair. He took a deep breath and walked off towards his home in Muggle London, kicking stones and dirt from the road as he walked. He opened the door and almost jumped as he saw Professor Dumbledore's face in the fire. "What's up Professor?" "Oliver, I need a favor...."
Hermione, Ron, Harry, Ginny, and the Weasley twins stood waiting to board the Hogwarts Express on Platform 9 3/4 while Mrs. Weasley fussed over them. The maternal redhead whipped out six brown paper bags, filled with food for the trip, no doubt. The Hogwarts pupils accepted them politely, stuffing them into bulging knapsacks. Molly Weasley's eyes started to water as she watched them board the train. She waved goodbye to them, hanky in hand. Once in the train, The trio plus Ginny claimed a compartment towards the back of the train just like they did every year. The twins wandered off to reek havoc with their friend Lee Jordan.
The four lounged comfortably, Hermione and Ginny chatting about harmless things, such as Ginny's latest crush. Ron and Harry talked animatedly about Wood, and how "wicked it was to see him again". Apparently Ginny overheard this and started to squeal, saying excitedly, "Wood is sooo cute! Oh those eyes, I could just drown in them!" Ron wrinkled his nose in disgust, "I don't want to her my baby sister talking like that about anyone!" Ginny rolled her eyes and began to talk again with Hermione, this time about Hermione's summer which seemed to do wonders for Hermione's appearance. This time it was Ron who overheard this and commented, "nah she's still as ugly as always!" Hermione gave a death glare and Ron wasted no time in running for cover behind Harry, who quickly moved away, not wanting to be in the direct line of sight of a very pissed off Hermione. Hermione approached Ron, wand out, "care to take that last comment back Ronald?" she said, wand at his chest. Ron dramatically fell to his knees, "Please fair Hermione, forgive me! A thousand pardons!!" Hermione giggled, she had missed this over the summer. Ron grinned his heart-warming (and melting) grin. Suddenly a slow drawl interrupted them from the door of the compartment. "The little Mudblood getting it on with the Weasel, my, my, my, what UGLY children!" Harry stood up, quickly accompanied by Ron, to face the pale pointed face of Draco Malfoy. They both had their wands out. "Shut it Malfoy, you slimy git." Malfoy faked a look of concern, "I was just making sure that Granger was ok, being that close to a Weasley can really screw with you" Malfoy looked over at Hermione, her arms crossed in front of her, eyes narrowed. Malfoy strode over to her, "Hey Mudblood, what do you want?" He reached over and placed a hand on her neck, letting it drop suggestively towards the top of her tank top, and the other one on her side. "My, my, my, someone's done some growing over the summer, I didn't know the Mudblood was capable of having a body" He squeezed Hermione's side and muttered something under his breath that she couldn't hear. Hermione slapped his hand away and stormed angrily up to him, wand out. "Get out before I hex you" Draco smirked, unaware of Harry and Ron coming up behind him. Suddenly he fell to the ground after Ron had hit him. Hard. He got up to try and fight back but Harry's right fist stopped him dead in his tracks. The three began an all out brawl while Hermione sighed. Boys. She noticed Ginny cheering on her brother and Harry, oblivious to the fact that Hermione was walking around them and out of the compartment. And promptly slammed into someone. A tall someone. The mysterious man hooked an arm around her to steady her and himself, however it didn't work, as they both fell to the ground. Hermione stood up quickly and found herself face to face with....
Oliver Wood.
"Oliver!" she gasped in surprise, "what are you doing here?" Oliver blinked a couple times before answering, apparently recovering from their fall, "Special favor for Dumbledore, I was heading out here, because I heard noises, what's going on in there?" Hermione rolled her eyes, "Malfoy, Harry, and Ron are having a fight. It's like a tradition with them" Oliver sighed and the two proceeded back to the brawl. "POTTER! MALFOY! WEASLEY!" Oliver shouted, and three heads turned towards him. Oliver walked up to them, "Malfoy, out, or I go get McGonnagall" Malfoy smirked, "And you think I'm afraid of you Wood?" He narrowed his eyes, "From what Lucius told me happened at the World Cup last year, I know that you can't...." But Malfoy was unable to continue as Oliver had harshly grabbed him by the collar. Oliver had gone strangely red, almost as red as Ron's hair and was speaking with such venom that Hermione, Ron, Harry and Ginny stepped back, "Leave or else, Malfoy." Something like fear was present on Malfoys pale face so when Wood let him down, he wasted no time in getting is butt out of there.
The four remaining rushed up to Wood. Ron spoke first, "That was SO COOL!" While Ron fawned all over Oliver, Hermione wondered what Malfoy was talking about. What about the World Cup? What happened, and why was Lucius involved? The two boys however seemed not to notice, and Hermione could see that all Ginny was concerned about was how cute Wood was. Hermione sighed, and rolled her eyes. But then a wave of dizziness swept over her, and a sharp pain in the left side of her stomach. Hermione sank to the ground, her knees suddenly weak, the pain in her stomach increasing. Everybody promptly rushed over to her. "Sleepy." She murmured before collapsing on the floor of the train.
Please review!! Tell me if this was too long, too short, etc.! And tell me if you want me to continue or not! Thanks!
Ps. I live in America, so I hope I don't make this "too American" I'll try to stay true to the British background, but if anyone has any tips for me, feel free to leave them in a review!
Chocolate Drops
Chapter 1
By SoleilPetal
Chocolate eyes were barely visible above a heavy, thick scarlet volume with the letters, Hogwarts, a History, etched in black, peeling letters across the front. A slender finger rose from the large book to tuck a loose strand of cinnamony auburn hair behind a delicate ear- pausing for a moment before returning to the leather-bound book.
Oliver was staring. He knew it too, it was almost as if he was addicted. He stood there drinking up the sight, his blue eyes wide, not blinking. The 20 year-old brunette had wandered into Flourish and Blotts to see this girl reading intently. He had no idea who it was, however she looked somewhat familiar. She looked younger than him, maybe 2 or 3 years- but she gave off the impression of maturity, being wise beyond her years. Her slender figure-long legs and all- covered in Muggle jeans and a black sleeveless shirt. Her brown hair fell loosely around her shoulders, and had blonde highlights running through the waves. Her tan face carried deep brown eyes and red full lips. Oliver shook his head vigorously, and rubbed his eyes *You bloody perv! * he thought bitterly * you're going to scare her!* But when he allowed himself to look back upon the bewitching beauty, he noticed that she was joined by two tall males-one with fiery red hair and freckles and the other with raven black hair.
Harry Potter.
Oliver grinned and raced over to the young man. This young man was his Seeker back in his Hogwarts days. His protégé. Oliver had always admired young Potter's determination. It made him an outstanding Seeker. Of course, it didn't hurt that he was damn good flier and was damn good at Quidditch. It came naturally to him.
Harry saw the former Keeper arrive- out of breath and red- and his face brightened, illuminating his features. "OLIVER!" The two engaged in a "manly" hug, as to not appear too feminine in front of everyone. They both talked excitedly of Quidditch, of course, and Ron, of course, joined in, leaving poor Hermione on the outside of the group. "So Oliver," Harry asked brightly, "why aren't you some huge Quidditch star? Last I head you were working at the Ministry" Oliver quickly adverted his eyes and closed them temperirally, rubbing his right arm for a moment, a gesture that only Hermione noticed. Oliver cleared his throat and answered, "I'm taking a year or two off, you know make some connections, grease the wheels a bit, get some money." This answered seemed to satisfy Ron and Harry who proceeded to chat more furiously until Hermione tapped her foot impatiently and cleared her throat loudly and obviously. The three males turned around to face a very impatient Hermione. Oliver gasped as he looked upon the face that he had been so glued to only a mere couple of minutes ago. He had temporarily forgotten about the beauty while he was talking to Harry and Ron and now face- to- face, he had to remember to breathe.
Harry glanced at Oliver quizzically. Oliver quickly regained his composure, "Who is this lovely lady, might I ask?" Now, Hermione looked at him strangely, "It's Hermione. Hermione Granger? Remember?" Oliver's baby blues grew wide, "'Mione?? Little, smart, innocent Mione??" Hermione had to laugh, what was up with this guy? "Yes Wood! Why, am I that repulsive to look at?" Oliver laughed, "yeah yeah!" Hermione playfully slapped Oliver in the chest. Oliver grinned. The group fell in an uncomfortable silence.
Oliver, desperate to talk to Hermione some more, spoke up, "So, are you all heading back to Hogwarts soon?" Harry smiled, he always enjoyed the going-back-to-Hogwarts part of the summer more than any other part of the summer, "Yep! The Hogwarts Express leaves in.." He consulted his watch, "Oh damn, we have like 15 minutes, we gotta go!" The three waved hurried goodbyes to Oliver and raced off towards their 5th year at Hogwarts.
Oliver watched their retreating backs, one in particular, with curves and long cascading brown hair. He took a deep breath and walked off towards his home in Muggle London, kicking stones and dirt from the road as he walked. He opened the door and almost jumped as he saw Professor Dumbledore's face in the fire. "What's up Professor?" "Oliver, I need a favor...."
Hermione, Ron, Harry, Ginny, and the Weasley twins stood waiting to board the Hogwarts Express on Platform 9 3/4 while Mrs. Weasley fussed over them. The maternal redhead whipped out six brown paper bags, filled with food for the trip, no doubt. The Hogwarts pupils accepted them politely, stuffing them into bulging knapsacks. Molly Weasley's eyes started to water as she watched them board the train. She waved goodbye to them, hanky in hand. Once in the train, The trio plus Ginny claimed a compartment towards the back of the train just like they did every year. The twins wandered off to reek havoc with their friend Lee Jordan.
The four lounged comfortably, Hermione and Ginny chatting about harmless things, such as Ginny's latest crush. Ron and Harry talked animatedly about Wood, and how "wicked it was to see him again". Apparently Ginny overheard this and started to squeal, saying excitedly, "Wood is sooo cute! Oh those eyes, I could just drown in them!" Ron wrinkled his nose in disgust, "I don't want to her my baby sister talking like that about anyone!" Ginny rolled her eyes and began to talk again with Hermione, this time about Hermione's summer which seemed to do wonders for Hermione's appearance. This time it was Ron who overheard this and commented, "nah she's still as ugly as always!" Hermione gave a death glare and Ron wasted no time in running for cover behind Harry, who quickly moved away, not wanting to be in the direct line of sight of a very pissed off Hermione. Hermione approached Ron, wand out, "care to take that last comment back Ronald?" she said, wand at his chest. Ron dramatically fell to his knees, "Please fair Hermione, forgive me! A thousand pardons!!" Hermione giggled, she had missed this over the summer. Ron grinned his heart-warming (and melting) grin. Suddenly a slow drawl interrupted them from the door of the compartment. "The little Mudblood getting it on with the Weasel, my, my, my, what UGLY children!" Harry stood up, quickly accompanied by Ron, to face the pale pointed face of Draco Malfoy. They both had their wands out. "Shut it Malfoy, you slimy git." Malfoy faked a look of concern, "I was just making sure that Granger was ok, being that close to a Weasley can really screw with you" Malfoy looked over at Hermione, her arms crossed in front of her, eyes narrowed. Malfoy strode over to her, "Hey Mudblood, what do you want?" He reached over and placed a hand on her neck, letting it drop suggestively towards the top of her tank top, and the other one on her side. "My, my, my, someone's done some growing over the summer, I didn't know the Mudblood was capable of having a body" He squeezed Hermione's side and muttered something under his breath that she couldn't hear. Hermione slapped his hand away and stormed angrily up to him, wand out. "Get out before I hex you" Draco smirked, unaware of Harry and Ron coming up behind him. Suddenly he fell to the ground after Ron had hit him. Hard. He got up to try and fight back but Harry's right fist stopped him dead in his tracks. The three began an all out brawl while Hermione sighed. Boys. She noticed Ginny cheering on her brother and Harry, oblivious to the fact that Hermione was walking around them and out of the compartment. And promptly slammed into someone. A tall someone. The mysterious man hooked an arm around her to steady her and himself, however it didn't work, as they both fell to the ground. Hermione stood up quickly and found herself face to face with....
Oliver Wood.
"Oliver!" she gasped in surprise, "what are you doing here?" Oliver blinked a couple times before answering, apparently recovering from their fall, "Special favor for Dumbledore, I was heading out here, because I heard noises, what's going on in there?" Hermione rolled her eyes, "Malfoy, Harry, and Ron are having a fight. It's like a tradition with them" Oliver sighed and the two proceeded back to the brawl. "POTTER! MALFOY! WEASLEY!" Oliver shouted, and three heads turned towards him. Oliver walked up to them, "Malfoy, out, or I go get McGonnagall" Malfoy smirked, "And you think I'm afraid of you Wood?" He narrowed his eyes, "From what Lucius told me happened at the World Cup last year, I know that you can't...." But Malfoy was unable to continue as Oliver had harshly grabbed him by the collar. Oliver had gone strangely red, almost as red as Ron's hair and was speaking with such venom that Hermione, Ron, Harry and Ginny stepped back, "Leave or else, Malfoy." Something like fear was present on Malfoys pale face so when Wood let him down, he wasted no time in getting is butt out of there.
The four remaining rushed up to Wood. Ron spoke first, "That was SO COOL!" While Ron fawned all over Oliver, Hermione wondered what Malfoy was talking about. What about the World Cup? What happened, and why was Lucius involved? The two boys however seemed not to notice, and Hermione could see that all Ginny was concerned about was how cute Wood was. Hermione sighed, and rolled her eyes. But then a wave of dizziness swept over her, and a sharp pain in the left side of her stomach. Hermione sank to the ground, her knees suddenly weak, the pain in her stomach increasing. Everybody promptly rushed over to her. "Sleepy." She murmured before collapsing on the floor of the train.
Please review!! Tell me if this was too long, too short, etc.! And tell me if you want me to continue or not! Thanks!