CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Author's Note: Hi guys, I am so sorry I haven't updated this story for so long, I just feel it has totally died. Tell me if you want me to keep going with it but until I hear from you, I don't know if I will end up continuing it. I have been really busy writing my two other new fics called The Saving of Harry and Three Little Words.
I seriously think you would like 'Three Little Words' more than this as it is way better written, more imaginative than this and the chapters are HEAPS longer. It is an Oliver/Hermione story too so I'm pretty sure you should check it out.
Until then, this is my last chapter on this story for the time being...
Hermione avoided Lavender for a little while though it wasn't hard as she was never in any classes. Hermione did her best to concentrate but her mind always seemed to wander. It showed too, her grades were dropping slightly.
Regardless of the feelings Lavender obviously had for Oliver, Hermione still continued to see him. But each time, she felt more and more guilty and more and more sorry for Lavender even if she always was a nasty cow to her.
"Oliver," Hermione said one evening as they sat out under the stars. It was the last night he would be spending at Hogwarts before he had to return to Puddlemere for proper training and games. They hadn't decided where this relationship was heading so both were a little uncomfortable.
They sat next to each other on an outside bench, just staring up at the stars. Feeling a little cold, Hermione snuggled closer to Oliver and he wrapped his arm around her.
How could she have been so lucky? Here she was sitting with the best looking guy she'd ever seen and he liked her for her. He liked her for being Hermione, around him she didn't have to pretend.
"Yeah?" Oliver looked down at the beautiful girl in his arms. He didn't want to let her go. He really didn't.
"You leave tomorrow," she pointed out.
He nodded. "Yeah..."
"What are we going to do about... us?" she asked, her voice wavering.
"I don't know," Oliver replied honestly. "I don't want to be away from you Herms... I've never had this sort of connection with anyone before."
"I know," she said glumly. "Maybe we could write to each other," she added although she knew that was a hopeless suggestion. Writing was no where near good enough and they both knew it.
A bird flew out of a nearby bush and they watched it disappear into the night sky.
No more was said that evening. The words hurt too much.
The next day, Hermione woke up early but tired from a sleepless night. How could she have let a guy get to her so much? That was so unlike her. For ages, the most important people in her life had been Ron and Harry but now... now it was different. Struggling to put her skirt on, Hermione tip-toed down the stairs, being especially careful when she went past Lavender's bed. Lavender hadn't given her any more trouble since the confrontation but Hermione was playing it safe.
She entered the common room to find a bunch of red roses by the coffee table. They were the same type of roses Oliver had given her when he first admitted his feelings... though this time there wasn't just one, there were at least two-dozen.
"Oliver," she breathed quietly knowing they were from him.
Racing over to the coffee table and grabbing the note attached she felt tears in her eyes.
Dear Hermione,
I'm sorry we have to end like this. I wanted to say goodbye but I couldn't bring myself to. After the motivation talk today, I'll be leaving straight away and probably won't get a chance to see you. I just want to say that you're the most special and fascinating woman I have ever met and I never wanted to let you go. Unfortunately, long distance relationships just don't work and I wish there was another way.
Love you always,
Oliver
She put the note down after smelling the faint scent of his cologne on it and picked up the roses. She had to let him go. She just had to.
Author's Note: Hi guys, I am so sorry I haven't updated this story for so long, I just feel it has totally died. Tell me if you want me to keep going with it but until I hear from you, I don't know if I will end up continuing it. I have been really busy writing my two other new fics called The Saving of Harry and Three Little Words.
I seriously think you would like 'Three Little Words' more than this as it is way better written, more imaginative than this and the chapters are HEAPS longer. It is an Oliver/Hermione story too so I'm pretty sure you should check it out.
Until then, this is my last chapter on this story for the time being...
Hermione avoided Lavender for a little while though it wasn't hard as she was never in any classes. Hermione did her best to concentrate but her mind always seemed to wander. It showed too, her grades were dropping slightly.
Regardless of the feelings Lavender obviously had for Oliver, Hermione still continued to see him. But each time, she felt more and more guilty and more and more sorry for Lavender even if she always was a nasty cow to her.
"Oliver," Hermione said one evening as they sat out under the stars. It was the last night he would be spending at Hogwarts before he had to return to Puddlemere for proper training and games. They hadn't decided where this relationship was heading so both were a little uncomfortable.
They sat next to each other on an outside bench, just staring up at the stars. Feeling a little cold, Hermione snuggled closer to Oliver and he wrapped his arm around her.
How could she have been so lucky? Here she was sitting with the best looking guy she'd ever seen and he liked her for her. He liked her for being Hermione, around him she didn't have to pretend.
"Yeah?" Oliver looked down at the beautiful girl in his arms. He didn't want to let her go. He really didn't.
"You leave tomorrow," she pointed out.
He nodded. "Yeah..."
"What are we going to do about... us?" she asked, her voice wavering.
"I don't know," Oliver replied honestly. "I don't want to be away from you Herms... I've never had this sort of connection with anyone before."
"I know," she said glumly. "Maybe we could write to each other," she added although she knew that was a hopeless suggestion. Writing was no where near good enough and they both knew it.
A bird flew out of a nearby bush and they watched it disappear into the night sky.
No more was said that evening. The words hurt too much.
The next day, Hermione woke up early but tired from a sleepless night. How could she have let a guy get to her so much? That was so unlike her. For ages, the most important people in her life had been Ron and Harry but now... now it was different. Struggling to put her skirt on, Hermione tip-toed down the stairs, being especially careful when she went past Lavender's bed. Lavender hadn't given her any more trouble since the confrontation but Hermione was playing it safe.
She entered the common room to find a bunch of red roses by the coffee table. They were the same type of roses Oliver had given her when he first admitted his feelings... though this time there wasn't just one, there were at least two-dozen.
"Oliver," she breathed quietly knowing they were from him.
Racing over to the coffee table and grabbing the note attached she felt tears in her eyes.
Dear Hermione,
I'm sorry we have to end like this. I wanted to say goodbye but I couldn't bring myself to. After the motivation talk today, I'll be leaving straight away and probably won't get a chance to see you. I just want to say that you're the most special and fascinating woman I have ever met and I never wanted to let you go. Unfortunately, long distance relationships just don't work and I wish there was another way.
Love you always,
Oliver
She put the note down after smelling the faint scent of his cologne on it and picked up the roses. She had to let him go. She just had to.