Chapter Seventeen
Hermione waited by her bed. Something in her intuition told her he'd be coming back for her soon. Just something told her that. Sure enough, about five minutes later, there was a loud knock on the door.
Someone answered it.
"Lavender... what happened to your eye?" asked that deep, Scottish voice.
"Don't ask," grumbled Lavender. "She's over there," she added. She'd lost. Now she knew it.
Oliver ignored the glare he received from Parvati and made his way over to Hermione's bed.
"Hermione?" he said, slowly opening a crack in the curtain.
"OLIVER!" cried Hermione, delirious with joy. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"What? What?" he laughed, hugging her back.
"I knew it," she cried, tears streaming down her face. They barely heard Lavender and Parvati storm out of the room, they just hugged and kissed and whispered stupid little things to each other.
"I'm staying," Oliver said in her ear.
"I know," Hermione replied.
"I'm going to wait for you to graduate and then we're going to live happily ever after," he breathed.
"I know," Hermione replied again.
"How did you know?" he asked.
"Let's just say a certain flying instructor gave me a talking this morning," Hermione answered grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire Cat.
Oliver smiled to himself. Madam Hooch knew more than he thought she knew.
"Thank you," he said in his head. "Thank you for making me the luckiest man alive."
Hermione also did a bit of personal reflecting. "At last somebody out there loves me," she told herself.
Author's Note: Gosh, it's taken awhile but this story finally came together. Woohoooooo! Thanks for all of the words of encouragement, without them I would never have bothered ending the fic. Though the story isn't what I'd call quality, at least we saw our favourite couple together in the end eh?
Hermione waited by her bed. Something in her intuition told her he'd be coming back for her soon. Just something told her that. Sure enough, about five minutes later, there was a loud knock on the door.
Someone answered it.
"Lavender... what happened to your eye?" asked that deep, Scottish voice.
"Don't ask," grumbled Lavender. "She's over there," she added. She'd lost. Now she knew it.
Oliver ignored the glare he received from Parvati and made his way over to Hermione's bed.
"Hermione?" he said, slowly opening a crack in the curtain.
"OLIVER!" cried Hermione, delirious with joy. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"What? What?" he laughed, hugging her back.
"I knew it," she cried, tears streaming down her face. They barely heard Lavender and Parvati storm out of the room, they just hugged and kissed and whispered stupid little things to each other.
"I'm staying," Oliver said in her ear.
"I know," Hermione replied.
"I'm going to wait for you to graduate and then we're going to live happily ever after," he breathed.
"I know," Hermione replied again.
"How did you know?" he asked.
"Let's just say a certain flying instructor gave me a talking this morning," Hermione answered grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire Cat.
Oliver smiled to himself. Madam Hooch knew more than he thought she knew.
"Thank you," he said in his head. "Thank you for making me the luckiest man alive."
Hermione also did a bit of personal reflecting. "At last somebody out there loves me," she told herself.
Author's Note: Gosh, it's taken awhile but this story finally came together. Woohoooooo! Thanks for all of the words of encouragement, without them I would never have bothered ending the fic. Though the story isn't what I'd call quality, at least we saw our favourite couple together in the end eh?