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Chapter 6

"He passes the ball to Wood, and he scores! That leaves Slytherine 90 to 30." Lee Jordon was on a roll saying every single move.

Back at the stand, Hermione sat with Ron, who was a little too busy fiddling with Lavender's fingers to even bother to talk to Hermione. Gryffindor, please win! Oliver, do your best! Hermione said to herself. Her face went from pale white, to deep red at the thought of Oliver. And of course, the kiss they shared.

Her thoughts were cut off when the crowd suddenly gasps and screams.

"Ron! What happened?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Look! The bloody bludger took Wood down! Curse those bludgers…" Ron continued swearing, not noticing the tears forming up in Hermione's eyes.

She immediately pushed the crowd aside and ran down the steps to the locker room where Oliver was taken to.

God, please tell me that he's fine. Please! That was the only thing Hermione thought was she pushed and squeezed her way through the rowdy crowds.

"Hey Wood!" Fred slightly slapped his face for him to regain consciousness, "Wood! C'mon dude! Don't make me those throw ice at you!...All right someone bring in those ice!"

In a split second, George handed over the ice to Fred. "Hehehe, sorry mate. The situation calls for it." Fred said as he poured the ice on Oliver.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! WHAT THE HELL! SHIT IS BURNS!!!!!!!" Oliver abruptly regained consciousness upon those ice being poured on him.

"Fred! George! You gotta be kidding me?! You threw those blasted fiery ice on me?!"

"Well, technically no. We basically just poured it on your face, isn't that right Forge?" Fred said, nudging George.

"Oh but of course! The situation calls for it. Well at least you're awake, right? This means it worked! You can thank us later."

"But-"

Oliver was cut off at the sight of a panting Hermione at the entrance.

"Oh well look at the time. Gred, the match isn't over yet!" George said, as he dragged Fred out of the room, "Now you two lovebirds take your time!"

And they left the awkward couple together, alone, in the room.

"Umm, so are you, ok?" Hermione shyly asked, looking down at her feet.

"Of course I am. Those blasted twins practically burned me. Honestly I think –" he immediately stopped when he saw a familiar blonde haired figure standing at the door, looking at them with utmost hatred in his eyes.

"What are you doing here Malfoy," the brunette haired guy asked harshly, as he pulled Hermione to stand behind him.

"I'm just here to remind the oh-so-perfect star player that the match isn't over yet. There's no time for romance here, especially with this bloody mudblood!" Draco spat.

"You should go Wood, I don't want to be an obstacle for you," Hermione whispered to Oliver, giving him a slight push, hinting to him to go.

"Ok I'll go. Meet me in the common room after this match," Oliver whispered, as he bend down and gave Hermione a light peck on the cheeks. He could hear Draco curse and swear underneath his breath.

This Malfoy is ruining everything. Oh bullocks.

"Humph," Draco turned and look at Hernione as Olive walked out, "as for you mudblood, just stay out of my sight. I feel nauseas just breathing the same bloody air as you."

And they left the brunette in the locker room, speechless, and for the first time, dumbfounded.

Argh Draconian Malfoy! Why can't you just speak your mind?! I know I'm not a coward like some bloody people. –sighs- She's the first girl that made me feel this way. Again, Hermione Granger managed to be first in something in my life.

Draco trudged his way back to the Quidditch Pitch, body here, mind drifted off once again…

"And Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins!!"

Cheers and screams was all that could be heard in the stadium that time.

"Isn't Harry just fantastic 'Mione?" Ginny questioned her, as her eyes followed Harry's movement.

All Hermione did was nod. She caught Oliver's gaze as he gave a flying kiss to her, which made all the girls swooned at the sight of Oliver and his flying kiss.

Haha, he's so silly, Hermione thought, grinning to herself like a Cheshire Cat.

"Well Ginny, let's go back to Gryffindor common room and celebrate their success."

"Can anyone clearly explain to me what happened in the pitch today?" Professor Snape voice fell gratingly on the ears of the Slytherine players.

No one dared to look up, to look up at those red bloodshot eyes Professor Snape possesses whenever he's furious.

"It's all Malfoy's fault."

"Who said that?! Who bloody said it was my fault?!" Draco snapped. He himself knew it was his fault. It was his fault for not concentrating during the game, and clearly, he didn't need anyone to point it out.

"Own up now y-"

"SILENCE!" Professor Snape cut in, "You all will be banned for dinner till someone owns up and reflect on your mistake!" With that, he left the Slytherines' alone in his office.

"You know Dra-"

"Tsk! All this bullshit pisses me off!" Draco cut in and slammed his fist onto the desk, and walked off.

"Hey Master Mal-"

"Leave him. He needs to think too." Blaise stopped Crabbe and Goyle.

When are you going to come clean 'bout your past Draco?

-POPS- "CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR WIN!!!!"

The Gryffindor common room was as usual, being lively and loud.

Fred and George never fails to impress everyone with their wicked inventions that never got old. And the couples, well, were doing what every couples do : sitting in a corner, enjoying quality time together.

"Hey, sitting alone again?" Oliver asked, as he found his spot next to Hermione by the fireplace.

"Congrats on winning the match Oliver," she smiled, and unconsciously giving him a peck on his cheek.

Shit awkward. Why did I do that?! Hermione Granger! You're such an idiot!

Oliver moved closer towards the fully flushed Hermione, and whispered, "Thanks for the encouragement. So…am I qualified to call you my woman?"

She pushed him away, covering her face with her hands. She nodded slowly.

"AWESOME!!!" Oliver shouted, gaining everyone's attention, as he pulled Hermione to a bear hug.

Oh bullocks! This is so embarrassing! Everyone's looking! Hermione thought.

He slowly pushed her away and stood up on a table.

"Hey everyone! Just so you know, Hermione's now mine…" Oliver announced to the whole of Gryffindor, "touch her, and you're dead!," he joked.

There was an awkward silence, but Fred took a popper and popped it from behind to scared Oliver, which he successfully did.

Everyone broke into laughter and cheered for him.

Fred and George put their arms over Hermione, "So 'Mione, what do you think? He finally came clean."

"Yup! Took us years for force that out from him!"

She looked at them in awe.

"Years? What do you mean years?"

"Years Hermione. Blimey, you've lost your touch," Fred joked.

"He…" George continued, "has liked, or I could say, has been madly-"

"Oh yes madly!" Fred added in.

"-in love with you ever since he saw you with my family at Diagon Alley 3 years ago."

"Are you sure?" she asked timidly.

"Well, if you don't believe us, look at him yourself. We've never seen him smile like that in AGES!"

"Yes that's true! Well, give it a shot! We'll back you up, lil' sis!" Fred and George said as they knuckled her forehead.

NOO! DON'T LEAVE!! NOOO!!!

"DON'T GO!" Hermione suddenly woke from her slumber.

"What's wrong Hermione?" Ginny, awoken by Hermione's scream, asked sleepily.

"Nothing, it's nothing," she answered, wiping her sweat on her face, "go back to sleep Gin, I'm fine. Just a nightmare."

Hermione wiped her face with her blanket.

Heh? Tears?? What was I dreaming of? Who was that boy in my dream? She questioned herself, as she returned to her slumber.

A/N : Once again, I sincerely apologized for the loooooooooooooong update. Will update asap ! r&r [[: