Hermione arrived at detention at eight o'clock not wanting to be late and
cause herself to be assigned another detention. She wasn't afraid though.
In her first few years she had been afraid of detention but now it seemed
like nothing and she could deal with it. But she still didn't want another
one.
Professor McGonagall stood behind the dark wooden desk in the Transfiguration room where Hermione was reporting for detention. She shivered. McGonagall looked very mean in her attire, black robes the color of the night sky and a hat that obviously had a spell on it because it stood straight up.
"Miss Granger, I must say I am disappointed that you have a detention but you are lucky because you are the only one, if there were others, you would have had to clean every bathroom in Hogwarts, but since it is only you I have a task that will take the same amount of time and work," Professor McGonagall said in that disapproving tone of hers that made Hermione feel like she was a first year.
The door creaked behind Hermione and she turned around wondering why someone would be coming if she was the only one who had detention. She was surprised and quite pleased to see it was Oliver.
"Oliver, what are you doing here?" Hermione said completely forgetting McGonagall for a second. And then she remembered when the Professor snapped at her before Oliver could respond.
"Miss Granger, you will refer to him as Mr. Wood not Oliver," Professor McGonagall scolded.
"Mr. Wood?" Hermione said in response, "not Professor Wood?"
"No, Miss Granger, Mr. Wood's duties do not entitle him to the position of Professor." McGonagall said. Hermione briefly thought this threw in her mind. If he's not a Professor than they can't object to me dating him, right? Then her rational side said he doesn't even like you dummy.
"Okay, Professor, what is Mr. Wood doing here?"
"He is going to be assisting with your duties tonight," McGonagall said with a hint of annoyance, "I could not persuade him otherwise.
"And what exactly are my duties?" Hermione said wondering what Oliver, sorry, Mr. Wood could be doing with her.
"You are to prepare all the brooms in the castle for teaching instruction, Quidditch, and so on. Normally Madame Hooch would do it but you know of her condition, now I must be going, I have duties to attend to, Oliver you will show her what to do I presume?" McGonagall replied sweeping out of the room.
"Come along Hermione," Oliver said motioning for her to follow him.
"Yes Mr. Wood," Hermione replied smartly.
"Oh come off it Hermione, just call me Oliver, you know how I hate all this formality, there's a third year on the Gryffindor team who is scared so silly of me he calls me Mr. Wood. I hate it. I'd prefer if they let everyone call me Oliver. But you know how the place is. Dumbledore probably wouldn't care but McGonagall would throw a fit, and we know who's really in charge in those matters," Oliver said snickering a little bit.
"Of course, Oliver," she said following him down a hall till they got to a place she hadn't seen before.
"Where are we?" she said before Oliver could open the door.
"My room," Oliver replied.
"-this is where the Quidditch stuff is kept, with me I mean, for safe keeping you know," he said realizing the error in his first statement and trying desperately to correct it.
"I understand Oliver, no need to be embarrassed although you might want to move those," Hermione said pointing to a pair of orange boxers plastered with the Chudley Cannons team logo.
"Oh, gotta show my team spirit," Oliver said hiding them in the laundry hamper. Hermione had an odd feeling Ron showed the same spirit Oliver did.
After that the talking diminished and they began work. There were thirty- six brooms to polish for classes and fourteen to polish for Quidditch. Each players broom of course and a couple of handy extras ever since Harry's accident in the first year. No one ever really found out what happened, they still thought it was that Harry's broom had gone on a fritz and that this could happen to anyone.
Oliver had offered her a seat next to him on his large bed and she had kindly accepted. She realized that she had never been this close to him except maybe at meals and meals at the Gryffindor table where not what you called romantic.
She was busy polishing her last class broom when she noticed Oliver had stopped. For the first few minutes she assumed nothing of, then she slowly turned around and looked him straight in the eye.
He was staring at her with a passion like no other. She knew that look was passion. She'd only seen it once before but she had burned it into her memory then for fear she would never experience it again. Was she ever wrong. Oliver had a way of looking at her that made her melt and if she had been standing would have made her collapse. She moved an inch closer to him on the bed and let her hair swoosh down into her face. He gulped. Then he started to speak.
"Hermione, we can't do this…" he started to say.
"Why not?" was the only reply she could muster surprising even herself. She didn't know where this was coming from.
"Because, they wouldn't allow it," he said sadly.
"They can't stop us Oliver, I'm eighteen now and you're not a professor, McGonagall made that pretty clear tonight, they might say stop it, but they can't physically stop us. Realizing fully what Hermione had just said Oliver let himself go.
He grabbed Hermione and pulled him to her. She felt his warm hand through her shirt and felt the Goosebumps running up her back. This only made her more determined. She grabbed him and wrapped her arms around her neck. He looked into her eyes for only a second before pulling her into a kiss.
It was a kiss that rivaled every kiss ever. Her heart pounded. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but not tears of sadness, tears of joy, of relief. She entered the kiss with all she had not wanting to ever let it end. It was just like her dream. She completely forgot where she ended and Oliver started and she didn't care. For once she didn't think. She just felt her way through.
A half an hour later she emerged from Oliver's bedroom, the brooms forgotten and a smile on her face. The next morning she would remember them and feel bad that Oliver had had to finish her detention. But for now all she could think about was him. The way his ribs stuck out when he took a deep breath. The way he shivered when she ran a finger down his spine. The way his lips fit so perfectly to hers and didn't feel foreign like all the other kisses. The way he touched the crook of her back and made her whole body tingle. Everything. She remembered it all. And for the first time in days, she fell asleep the minute her head hit the pillow, but this time it was not because she was so tired from studying.
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A/N: So you gotta tell me what you think. I know I said this wouldn't be up till tomorrow well my muse decided to show up at four a.m. and I wasn't about to argue. I was just you know on an emotional high. I just finished this amazing book. And then there is the boy. Of course. When you email me about the boy at AutumnFlw25@aol.com I'll tell you about the book. It's great. I hope this makes up for the total cliffhanger last chapter.
Professor McGonagall stood behind the dark wooden desk in the Transfiguration room where Hermione was reporting for detention. She shivered. McGonagall looked very mean in her attire, black robes the color of the night sky and a hat that obviously had a spell on it because it stood straight up.
"Miss Granger, I must say I am disappointed that you have a detention but you are lucky because you are the only one, if there were others, you would have had to clean every bathroom in Hogwarts, but since it is only you I have a task that will take the same amount of time and work," Professor McGonagall said in that disapproving tone of hers that made Hermione feel like she was a first year.
The door creaked behind Hermione and she turned around wondering why someone would be coming if she was the only one who had detention. She was surprised and quite pleased to see it was Oliver.
"Oliver, what are you doing here?" Hermione said completely forgetting McGonagall for a second. And then she remembered when the Professor snapped at her before Oliver could respond.
"Miss Granger, you will refer to him as Mr. Wood not Oliver," Professor McGonagall scolded.
"Mr. Wood?" Hermione said in response, "not Professor Wood?"
"No, Miss Granger, Mr. Wood's duties do not entitle him to the position of Professor." McGonagall said. Hermione briefly thought this threw in her mind. If he's not a Professor than they can't object to me dating him, right? Then her rational side said he doesn't even like you dummy.
"Okay, Professor, what is Mr. Wood doing here?"
"He is going to be assisting with your duties tonight," McGonagall said with a hint of annoyance, "I could not persuade him otherwise.
"And what exactly are my duties?" Hermione said wondering what Oliver, sorry, Mr. Wood could be doing with her.
"You are to prepare all the brooms in the castle for teaching instruction, Quidditch, and so on. Normally Madame Hooch would do it but you know of her condition, now I must be going, I have duties to attend to, Oliver you will show her what to do I presume?" McGonagall replied sweeping out of the room.
"Come along Hermione," Oliver said motioning for her to follow him.
"Yes Mr. Wood," Hermione replied smartly.
"Oh come off it Hermione, just call me Oliver, you know how I hate all this formality, there's a third year on the Gryffindor team who is scared so silly of me he calls me Mr. Wood. I hate it. I'd prefer if they let everyone call me Oliver. But you know how the place is. Dumbledore probably wouldn't care but McGonagall would throw a fit, and we know who's really in charge in those matters," Oliver said snickering a little bit.
"Of course, Oliver," she said following him down a hall till they got to a place she hadn't seen before.
"Where are we?" she said before Oliver could open the door.
"My room," Oliver replied.
"-this is where the Quidditch stuff is kept, with me I mean, for safe keeping you know," he said realizing the error in his first statement and trying desperately to correct it.
"I understand Oliver, no need to be embarrassed although you might want to move those," Hermione said pointing to a pair of orange boxers plastered with the Chudley Cannons team logo.
"Oh, gotta show my team spirit," Oliver said hiding them in the laundry hamper. Hermione had an odd feeling Ron showed the same spirit Oliver did.
After that the talking diminished and they began work. There were thirty- six brooms to polish for classes and fourteen to polish for Quidditch. Each players broom of course and a couple of handy extras ever since Harry's accident in the first year. No one ever really found out what happened, they still thought it was that Harry's broom had gone on a fritz and that this could happen to anyone.
Oliver had offered her a seat next to him on his large bed and she had kindly accepted. She realized that she had never been this close to him except maybe at meals and meals at the Gryffindor table where not what you called romantic.
She was busy polishing her last class broom when she noticed Oliver had stopped. For the first few minutes she assumed nothing of, then she slowly turned around and looked him straight in the eye.
He was staring at her with a passion like no other. She knew that look was passion. She'd only seen it once before but she had burned it into her memory then for fear she would never experience it again. Was she ever wrong. Oliver had a way of looking at her that made her melt and if she had been standing would have made her collapse. She moved an inch closer to him on the bed and let her hair swoosh down into her face. He gulped. Then he started to speak.
"Hermione, we can't do this…" he started to say.
"Why not?" was the only reply she could muster surprising even herself. She didn't know where this was coming from.
"Because, they wouldn't allow it," he said sadly.
"They can't stop us Oliver, I'm eighteen now and you're not a professor, McGonagall made that pretty clear tonight, they might say stop it, but they can't physically stop us. Realizing fully what Hermione had just said Oliver let himself go.
He grabbed Hermione and pulled him to her. She felt his warm hand through her shirt and felt the Goosebumps running up her back. This only made her more determined. She grabbed him and wrapped her arms around her neck. He looked into her eyes for only a second before pulling her into a kiss.
It was a kiss that rivaled every kiss ever. Her heart pounded. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but not tears of sadness, tears of joy, of relief. She entered the kiss with all she had not wanting to ever let it end. It was just like her dream. She completely forgot where she ended and Oliver started and she didn't care. For once she didn't think. She just felt her way through.
A half an hour later she emerged from Oliver's bedroom, the brooms forgotten and a smile on her face. The next morning she would remember them and feel bad that Oliver had had to finish her detention. But for now all she could think about was him. The way his ribs stuck out when he took a deep breath. The way he shivered when she ran a finger down his spine. The way his lips fit so perfectly to hers and didn't feel foreign like all the other kisses. The way he touched the crook of her back and made her whole body tingle. Everything. She remembered it all. And for the first time in days, she fell asleep the minute her head hit the pillow, but this time it was not because she was so tired from studying.
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A/N: So you gotta tell me what you think. I know I said this wouldn't be up till tomorrow well my muse decided to show up at four a.m. and I wasn't about to argue. I was just you know on an emotional high. I just finished this amazing book. And then there is the boy. Of course. When you email me about the boy at AutumnFlw25@aol.com I'll tell you about the book. It's great. I hope this makes up for the total cliffhanger last chapter.