CHAPTER TWELVE
Hermione didn't know what to think as she lay on her back staring up at the ceiling above.
She began to count the number of marks on the ceiling that weren't originally there and wondered how they had got there. After awhile, she began to wonder why she was wondering such things.
"I'm pathetic," she said, sitting up so she could see through the open window out to all of the pretty sparkling stars.
"Why am I so depressed," she thought to herself. "This isn't like me, I shouldn't be so cut up over something. Hang on, what AM I cut up about? Oh dear, it's Oliver."
As if their thoughts had been synchronised at that very second there was a knock on the door.
Hermione heard Parvati squeal with delight as she and Lavender answered the door to find Oliver standing there, a rose in his hand.
"Uhh hello," she heard his deep Scottish voice say.
"Hi!" squeaked Lavender. "Do you want to come in?" She hadn't even considered the possibility of him being there to see somebody else.
"Could I please see Hermione?" Oliver asked.
Hermione felt her heart go thump, thump before missing a couple of beats and then she shyly stuck her head around the corner. "Oliver, what are you doing here?" she asked in a tone of voice that she immediately regretted.
"Hello Hermione," he said, handing her the red rose. From behind him Hermione could see Lavender and Parvati giving her a nasty glare.
"Hi," she replied flaty. Why am I being so cold, she thought.
"Hi," he replied.
"Hi," she said again. They stared at each other for a moment before both speaking at the same time.
"Maybe you should go," said Hermione at the same time as Oliver said, "Could we talk?"
Oliver coughed before looking down at the carpet. "Oh... okay, I'll uhh..." he turned to leave.
"No wait," Hermione reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "Wait," she repeated, beginning to feel the warmth from his body rise up her arm. She quickly dropped her hand again, letting it swing down by her side, feeling alone again.
"Wait?" he said, also sensing the lonliness of his shoulder.
"Yes, wait. Come on, let's talk then," without even thinking Hermione led him around to her bed where they both sat down, a fair distance between them and then she drew the curtains so at least what Parvati and Lavender tried to hear would be a bit muffled.
Hermione looked anywhere but at Oliver while he sat there fiddling with a loose thread on the bed cover.
"Well?" she asked. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Why are you being so cold towards me?" Oliver asked straight forward and honestly.
"I'm not," she exclaimed becoming defensive. She looked in his eyes and then gave in. "I'm sorry all right?"
"No it's not all right," Oliver answered. "I want to know what I did wrong."
Hermione didn't answer him. She began to stare at the rose as if something extraordinary would happen to it any second.
"Herms?"
Shivers went down her spine. His accent. His voice. The way he called her 'Herms'. It was all too much for her to take in.
"Oliver, I'm sorry. I was wrong okay? I thought you were just a selfish, stupid git of a celebrity who was completely up themselves but I was wrong and you're not," Hermione raced out barely stopping for a breath. It took Oliver some time to process everything she had just said.
"You thought I was selfish?" he repeated, looking at her with astonishment.
She nodded guiltily. "But I was wrong."
Oliver nodded, to show he understood.
"Umm... why did you bring me this flower?" asked Hermione. "It's lovely. Thank you."
"Because you are.... I am... well I think... I don't know... maybe we could... the flower was..." Oliver stammered, starting each sentence again.
She giggled at his blushing. "Oliver, what is it?"
"I think... maybe we..." he coughed. "Hermione, I really like you."
She paused while those words sunk in. Did he mean he liked her? or did he mean he LIKED her?
"I LIKE you," he added as if reading her mind.
"Oh, wow..." she breathed. "Oliver, that's so... so... sudden."
"I get it, I get it," he said, standing up and leaving a mark on the bed where he had been sitting. "You don't LIKE me obviously."
Hermione opened her mouth to say something but he kept going before she had the chance.
"Ok, well we're leaving Hogwarts in two days any way so I'll probably never see you again. So well it was nice knowing you Hermione, you'll always be beautiful. Good bye," without wasting another second Oliver practically ran out of the room leaving a puzzled and confused Hermione to stare at where he had been sitting just a moment ago.
Author's Note: Oh No!!! What will she do now?? LoL sorry, just imagine that dramatic suspense music playing.. 'dah, dah DAH!!!' Um... I'm really sorry I can't update this story as much as I did for Letters and Wanna Be but I'm updating as much as I possibly can. Believe me! And by the way, Sarah... look forward to getting your letter. :o)
And everyone else, please read The Saving of Harry! PLEASE!
Hermione didn't know what to think as she lay on her back staring up at the ceiling above.
She began to count the number of marks on the ceiling that weren't originally there and wondered how they had got there. After awhile, she began to wonder why she was wondering such things.
"I'm pathetic," she said, sitting up so she could see through the open window out to all of the pretty sparkling stars.
"Why am I so depressed," she thought to herself. "This isn't like me, I shouldn't be so cut up over something. Hang on, what AM I cut up about? Oh dear, it's Oliver."
As if their thoughts had been synchronised at that very second there was a knock on the door.
Hermione heard Parvati squeal with delight as she and Lavender answered the door to find Oliver standing there, a rose in his hand.
"Uhh hello," she heard his deep Scottish voice say.
"Hi!" squeaked Lavender. "Do you want to come in?" She hadn't even considered the possibility of him being there to see somebody else.
"Could I please see Hermione?" Oliver asked.
Hermione felt her heart go thump, thump before missing a couple of beats and then she shyly stuck her head around the corner. "Oliver, what are you doing here?" she asked in a tone of voice that she immediately regretted.
"Hello Hermione," he said, handing her the red rose. From behind him Hermione could see Lavender and Parvati giving her a nasty glare.
"Hi," she replied flaty. Why am I being so cold, she thought.
"Hi," he replied.
"Hi," she said again. They stared at each other for a moment before both speaking at the same time.
"Maybe you should go," said Hermione at the same time as Oliver said, "Could we talk?"
Oliver coughed before looking down at the carpet. "Oh... okay, I'll uhh..." he turned to leave.
"No wait," Hermione reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "Wait," she repeated, beginning to feel the warmth from his body rise up her arm. She quickly dropped her hand again, letting it swing down by her side, feeling alone again.
"Wait?" he said, also sensing the lonliness of his shoulder.
"Yes, wait. Come on, let's talk then," without even thinking Hermione led him around to her bed where they both sat down, a fair distance between them and then she drew the curtains so at least what Parvati and Lavender tried to hear would be a bit muffled.
Hermione looked anywhere but at Oliver while he sat there fiddling with a loose thread on the bed cover.
"Well?" she asked. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Why are you being so cold towards me?" Oliver asked straight forward and honestly.
"I'm not," she exclaimed becoming defensive. She looked in his eyes and then gave in. "I'm sorry all right?"
"No it's not all right," Oliver answered. "I want to know what I did wrong."
Hermione didn't answer him. She began to stare at the rose as if something extraordinary would happen to it any second.
"Herms?"
Shivers went down her spine. His accent. His voice. The way he called her 'Herms'. It was all too much for her to take in.
"Oliver, I'm sorry. I was wrong okay? I thought you were just a selfish, stupid git of a celebrity who was completely up themselves but I was wrong and you're not," Hermione raced out barely stopping for a breath. It took Oliver some time to process everything she had just said.
"You thought I was selfish?" he repeated, looking at her with astonishment.
She nodded guiltily. "But I was wrong."
Oliver nodded, to show he understood.
"Umm... why did you bring me this flower?" asked Hermione. "It's lovely. Thank you."
"Because you are.... I am... well I think... I don't know... maybe we could... the flower was..." Oliver stammered, starting each sentence again.
She giggled at his blushing. "Oliver, what is it?"
"I think... maybe we..." he coughed. "Hermione, I really like you."
She paused while those words sunk in. Did he mean he liked her? or did he mean he LIKED her?
"I LIKE you," he added as if reading her mind.
"Oh, wow..." she breathed. "Oliver, that's so... so... sudden."
"I get it, I get it," he said, standing up and leaving a mark on the bed where he had been sitting. "You don't LIKE me obviously."
Hermione opened her mouth to say something but he kept going before she had the chance.
"Ok, well we're leaving Hogwarts in two days any way so I'll probably never see you again. So well it was nice knowing you Hermione, you'll always be beautiful. Good bye," without wasting another second Oliver practically ran out of the room leaving a puzzled and confused Hermione to stare at where he had been sitting just a moment ago.
Author's Note: Oh No!!! What will she do now?? LoL sorry, just imagine that dramatic suspense music playing.. 'dah, dah DAH!!!' Um... I'm really sorry I can't update this story as much as I did for Letters and Wanna Be but I'm updating as much as I possibly can. Believe me! And by the way, Sarah... look forward to getting your letter. :o)
And everyone else, please read The Saving of Harry! PLEASE!