CHAPTER FIVE
Hermione stared at the walls of the Great Hall, not particularly looking at anything. Ever since the announcement that Oliver Wood would be returning to Hogwarts for a motivational talk everyone had been going crazy- even the boys who all looked up to Wood as if he was something of a hero.
But unlike everyone else, the love-fever had worn off Hermione. She wasn't THAT excited about the talk, they'd had one of the Weird Sisters talk to them the previous year but she was looking forward to the break in their hectic schedule. As Head Students, her and Harry had had the most incredibly busy schedule and it was beginning to tire her out. She never thought she'd say it but she was sick of studying!
"Shhhh, shhhhh!" someone hushed over the top of all of the chatter. "He's coming, he's coming!"
And then there he was. Oliver Wood. In the flesh.
The Hall fell silent and Oliver stood at the front of the Hall nervously shifting his weight from side to side. He looked around at all of the students (there sure were a lot of them) and tried to think of something intelligent to say. "Hi," he squeaked.
But he didn't need to be intelligent for he had captured the hearts of every single person seated. Even Professor McGonagall found herself thinking how proud she was that this handsome man had been her student once. Hermione sat back in her seat and stared into his big brown eyes. She wished they were staring back into hers but this was something unrealistic. Still though she dreamt of how it would be just so wonderful to have one dance with him. One slow dance. Then she snapped out of it and scowled herself. What were you thinking? she thought crossly.
Professor Dumbledore interrupted the silence then by announcing that, "each Year Level will each get a motivational speech from Mr. Wood here. It will be starting with the First Years tomorrow and then we'll continue with the remaing years each consecutive day until the Seventh years next week." This was followed with a big 'YES!' from the First Years and a miserable sigh from the Sevenths. Oliver blushed furiously and stared absently out of the windows, hoping no one was watching him although he was aware that EVERYONE was.
"That'd be right," said Ron in Hermione's ear. "Seventh Years last. Always last. Always, always, always."
"Shut up, Ron," snapped Hermione.
"Ooh, someone's got a crush!" Ron replied, cheesily.
"I do NOT have a crush. I refuse to allow myself to be like these airy-fairy girls surrounding us. Oliver may be good looking but I bet all of this fame has turned him into a big-headed, selfish and rude... celebrity!"
"That's not true," butted in Harry. "Wood was too down to earth to ever become big-headed."
"Yeah, well we'll see," retorted Hermione. "Now if you'll excuse me," she said, leaving the table. "I have some studying to do. I'll be in the library!"
"Whoah," muttered Ron as Hermione's figure left the Great Hall. "Someone's a little grumpy."
Author's Note: Yes I know my chapters are always so short. I guess that's what happens when one writes stories through letters. They forget how to make chapters long. Anyway, I've already completed the next six or so chapters so I can't make any of them longer however from now on I'll try to make them heaps long okay? I guess one good thing is that it means they're quick to read.
Hermione stared at the walls of the Great Hall, not particularly looking at anything. Ever since the announcement that Oliver Wood would be returning to Hogwarts for a motivational talk everyone had been going crazy- even the boys who all looked up to Wood as if he was something of a hero.
But unlike everyone else, the love-fever had worn off Hermione. She wasn't THAT excited about the talk, they'd had one of the Weird Sisters talk to them the previous year but she was looking forward to the break in their hectic schedule. As Head Students, her and Harry had had the most incredibly busy schedule and it was beginning to tire her out. She never thought she'd say it but she was sick of studying!
"Shhhh, shhhhh!" someone hushed over the top of all of the chatter. "He's coming, he's coming!"
And then there he was. Oliver Wood. In the flesh.
The Hall fell silent and Oliver stood at the front of the Hall nervously shifting his weight from side to side. He looked around at all of the students (there sure were a lot of them) and tried to think of something intelligent to say. "Hi," he squeaked.
But he didn't need to be intelligent for he had captured the hearts of every single person seated. Even Professor McGonagall found herself thinking how proud she was that this handsome man had been her student once. Hermione sat back in her seat and stared into his big brown eyes. She wished they were staring back into hers but this was something unrealistic. Still though she dreamt of how it would be just so wonderful to have one dance with him. One slow dance. Then she snapped out of it and scowled herself. What were you thinking? she thought crossly.
Professor Dumbledore interrupted the silence then by announcing that, "each Year Level will each get a motivational speech from Mr. Wood here. It will be starting with the First Years tomorrow and then we'll continue with the remaing years each consecutive day until the Seventh years next week." This was followed with a big 'YES!' from the First Years and a miserable sigh from the Sevenths. Oliver blushed furiously and stared absently out of the windows, hoping no one was watching him although he was aware that EVERYONE was.
"That'd be right," said Ron in Hermione's ear. "Seventh Years last. Always last. Always, always, always."
"Shut up, Ron," snapped Hermione.
"Ooh, someone's got a crush!" Ron replied, cheesily.
"I do NOT have a crush. I refuse to allow myself to be like these airy-fairy girls surrounding us. Oliver may be good looking but I bet all of this fame has turned him into a big-headed, selfish and rude... celebrity!"
"That's not true," butted in Harry. "Wood was too down to earth to ever become big-headed."
"Yeah, well we'll see," retorted Hermione. "Now if you'll excuse me," she said, leaving the table. "I have some studying to do. I'll be in the library!"
"Whoah," muttered Ron as Hermione's figure left the Great Hall. "Someone's a little grumpy."
Author's Note: Yes I know my chapters are always so short. I guess that's what happens when one writes stories through letters. They forget how to make chapters long. Anyway, I've already completed the next six or so chapters so I can't make any of them longer however from now on I'll try to make them heaps long okay? I guess one good thing is that it means they're quick to read.