CHAPTER TEN
Oliver found Hermione in the library, the first place he thought he might try.
"Hermione!" he said, trying to act like it was a coincidence that he'd seen her in there.
"What do you want?" she snapped, not the greeting Oliver had been expecting.
"Uh.. just to say hi, I guess... maybe... I suppose... kind of," he trailed off, staring at the floor.
"Yeah well now you have, could you please say goodbye?" Hermione replied, not even looking up from her book on Herbology. She knew if she did look at him, she'd fall in love with his face again.
"Oh," Oliver tried not to sound too disappointed. Why was he disappointed anyway? It wasn't like he even KNEW this girl. He never had when they were at Hogwarts together so what was different now?
"Could you please go away?" Hermione raised her voice and a few other people in the library starting looking at them.
"Okay... I'll see you later then?" said Oliver, retreating from the table and not too sure what he'd done wrong.
"Unfortunately," muttered Hermione before going back to her book.
As soon as Oliver was out of the library she let out a little sob. It seemed all she had been doing lately was crying. Why was she letting him get to her though? She wasn't popular or pretty or cool. She wasn't like Parvati. She was just little smart Hermione so why was Oliver interested in talking to HER?
"Get real," she mumbled to herself, closing the cover of the book. "Oliver Wood is just a rude, selfish, up himself celebrity."
And it was this very up himself celebrity that Hermione could not stop thinking about.
Meanwhile, Oliver returned to his guest room in a bit of a depressed mood. He was all alone again, not even being able to chat with Harry and friends again had made him feel 100% better. It was like each day he grew into an even worse state.
"Ahh Snow White," he said, flopping on his bed and noticing his pet owl sitting on the window sill. "What have we got here?" he thought outloud as he gave Snow White a quick pat and then carefully unwrapped the note that she'd been holding.
'Oliver, We must meet, I am sorry for acting so cold before! Outside the Fat Lady portrait tonight at 11, I'll meet you there!'
Author's Note: I'm sorry, I won't be able to update for a little while because I am really, really busy and have almost run out of pre-written chapters lol. Um... please check out http://www.geocities.com/hpfanficawards and start nominating, the site will up and running probably tonight or tomorrow depending on how fast I get to it. Thanks for all the great reviews and remember to check out all my other fics (heaps of Hermione/Oliver) I am constantly posting more. Oh and guess what, I am doing a Harry Potter oral assessment for my Year 11 English Lit class lol. I can't wait! Thanks again!
Oliver found Hermione in the library, the first place he thought he might try.
"Hermione!" he said, trying to act like it was a coincidence that he'd seen her in there.
"What do you want?" she snapped, not the greeting Oliver had been expecting.
"Uh.. just to say hi, I guess... maybe... I suppose... kind of," he trailed off, staring at the floor.
"Yeah well now you have, could you please say goodbye?" Hermione replied, not even looking up from her book on Herbology. She knew if she did look at him, she'd fall in love with his face again.
"Oh," Oliver tried not to sound too disappointed. Why was he disappointed anyway? It wasn't like he even KNEW this girl. He never had when they were at Hogwarts together so what was different now?
"Could you please go away?" Hermione raised her voice and a few other people in the library starting looking at them.
"Okay... I'll see you later then?" said Oliver, retreating from the table and not too sure what he'd done wrong.
"Unfortunately," muttered Hermione before going back to her book.
As soon as Oliver was out of the library she let out a little sob. It seemed all she had been doing lately was crying. Why was she letting him get to her though? She wasn't popular or pretty or cool. She wasn't like Parvati. She was just little smart Hermione so why was Oliver interested in talking to HER?
"Get real," she mumbled to herself, closing the cover of the book. "Oliver Wood is just a rude, selfish, up himself celebrity."
And it was this very up himself celebrity that Hermione could not stop thinking about.
Meanwhile, Oliver returned to his guest room in a bit of a depressed mood. He was all alone again, not even being able to chat with Harry and friends again had made him feel 100% better. It was like each day he grew into an even worse state.
"Ahh Snow White," he said, flopping on his bed and noticing his pet owl sitting on the window sill. "What have we got here?" he thought outloud as he gave Snow White a quick pat and then carefully unwrapped the note that she'd been holding.
'Oliver, We must meet, I am sorry for acting so cold before! Outside the Fat Lady portrait tonight at 11, I'll meet you there!'
Author's Note: I'm sorry, I won't be able to update for a little while because I am really, really busy and have almost run out of pre-written chapters lol. Um... please check out http://www.geocities.com/hpfanficawards and start nominating, the site will up and running probably tonight or tomorrow depending on how fast I get to it. Thanks for all the great reviews and remember to check out all my other fics (heaps of Hermione/Oliver) I am constantly posting more. Oh and guess what, I am doing a Harry Potter oral assessment for my Year 11 English Lit class lol. I can't wait! Thanks again!