Chapter Sixteen
"Hermione," said a whiney voice in her left ear. "I heard Oliver dumped you. Oh you poor, poor thing!" It was Lavender, speaking very very sarcastically.
"Lavender go away," replied Hermione quietly, definetly not in the mood for a silly fight.
"Ha," she continued anyway, following her up the stairs to the bedroom. "I knew he would. I mean you're just a stupid mudblood. You don't deserve to be loved. Not by anybody. And especially not by Oliv-"
Lavender didn't get the chance to finish her sentence. She was too busy clutching her eye from the humungous punch Hermione had just thrown at her.
"I said Go Away," Hermione said coldly, rubbing her fist. She turned her back to Lavender and went to find a book to read.
"Cow," Lavender muttered under her breath although both girls knew that she wouldn't be giving Hermione any trouble from now on. She was scared.
"You want to be loved?" Madam Hooch exclaimed, sort of surprised but sort of not.
Oliver nodded his head miserably. "Pathetic isn't it?"
"No, no, not at all!" she replied. "Love is very important to everyone. You can't be expected to live a happy life without love."
"I know, but I've tried telling myself otherwise," he explained. He might as well just finish the whole story now. "Madam Hooch, I fell in love while I was here at Hogwarts but because of my dumb career I could never be with her."
"Why should a career stop you from loving?"
"I don't know, I just don't know but it has."
"Oliver, let me tell you a little story..." Madam Hooch sat down on her desk and gave a small smile. It was one of the few times she'd ever been sensitive towards Oliver so he watched her and listened carefully.
"Oliver, when I was very young... about your age infact, I thought I was in love with a boy. I believe to this very day, I was in love with him, maybe I still am. Anyway, he was picked to be on a big Quidditch team. The Irish Igglers actually, they don't exist any more. My boyfriend and I had both been very fond of Quidditch, sometimes it got a bit competitive too. Well what happened was he chose his career over me and though we tried to keep in touch, it just didn't work. And you know what happened? The Igglers Club disbanded about ten years later, just went downhill completely. I had lost hope and moved away... to Hogwarts to be a teacher and I tried to track him down but couldn't. Oliver, the point I'm making is... I regret to this very day letting him go."
He nodded. Oliver knew what he had to do.
"Madam Hooch, thank you," he said before slipping out of the room to do some final talking.
"Hermione," said a whiney voice in her left ear. "I heard Oliver dumped you. Oh you poor, poor thing!" It was Lavender, speaking very very sarcastically.
"Lavender go away," replied Hermione quietly, definetly not in the mood for a silly fight.
"Ha," she continued anyway, following her up the stairs to the bedroom. "I knew he would. I mean you're just a stupid mudblood. You don't deserve to be loved. Not by anybody. And especially not by Oliv-"
Lavender didn't get the chance to finish her sentence. She was too busy clutching her eye from the humungous punch Hermione had just thrown at her.
"I said Go Away," Hermione said coldly, rubbing her fist. She turned her back to Lavender and went to find a book to read.
"Cow," Lavender muttered under her breath although both girls knew that she wouldn't be giving Hermione any trouble from now on. She was scared.
"You want to be loved?" Madam Hooch exclaimed, sort of surprised but sort of not.
Oliver nodded his head miserably. "Pathetic isn't it?"
"No, no, not at all!" she replied. "Love is very important to everyone. You can't be expected to live a happy life without love."
"I know, but I've tried telling myself otherwise," he explained. He might as well just finish the whole story now. "Madam Hooch, I fell in love while I was here at Hogwarts but because of my dumb career I could never be with her."
"Why should a career stop you from loving?"
"I don't know, I just don't know but it has."
"Oliver, let me tell you a little story..." Madam Hooch sat down on her desk and gave a small smile. It was one of the few times she'd ever been sensitive towards Oliver so he watched her and listened carefully.
"Oliver, when I was very young... about your age infact, I thought I was in love with a boy. I believe to this very day, I was in love with him, maybe I still am. Anyway, he was picked to be on a big Quidditch team. The Irish Igglers actually, they don't exist any more. My boyfriend and I had both been very fond of Quidditch, sometimes it got a bit competitive too. Well what happened was he chose his career over me and though we tried to keep in touch, it just didn't work. And you know what happened? The Igglers Club disbanded about ten years later, just went downhill completely. I had lost hope and moved away... to Hogwarts to be a teacher and I tried to track him down but couldn't. Oliver, the point I'm making is... I regret to this very day letting him go."
He nodded. Oliver knew what he had to do.
"Madam Hooch, thank you," he said before slipping out of the room to do some final talking.