I would just like to say that none of the original harry potter cast is
mine they belong to J.K. Rowling. The 1st part of this chapter is also
hers but every thing else is mine.
Please, I'm happy to receive any comments and suggestions. I'd like to know what you would like to happen.
A hopeless romantic,
Olive Books
With the first flash of lightning came the sound of Madam Hooch's whistle; Harry could just see the outline of Oliver through the rain, gesturing him to the ground. The whole team splashed down into the mud.
"I called for time-out!" Oliver roared at his team. "Come on, under here…"
They huddled at the edge of the field under a large umbrella; Harry took off his glasses and wiped them hurriedly on his robes.
"What's the score?"
"We're fifty points up," said Oliver, "but unless we get the Snitch soon, we'll be playing into the night."
"I've got no chance with these on," Harry said exasperated, waving his glasses.
At that very moment, Hermione appeared at his shoulder; she was holding her cloak over her head and was, inexplicably, beaming.
"I've had an idea, Harry! Give me your glasses, quick!"
He handed them over to her, and as the team watched in amazement, Hermione tapped them with her wand and said, "Impervius!"
"There!" she said, handing them back to Harry. "They'll repel water!"
At that very second Oliver grabbed her, pulled her under the huge umbrella and kissed with relief and joy. When he let her go, she stared at him for a second then blushed as she walked dreamily back to the crowd.
"Brilliant!" he called hoarsely when she disappeared from his sight. Then he turned back to his team and yelled, "Okay, team, let's go for it!"
As Oliver flew into the air he thought about what he had just done. Ever since Hermione had come to Hogwarts he "had been under her spell." Of course she wasn't as pretty as some of the other girls at school but she seemed to have some special aurora that made him like her.
All of a sudden Oliver noticed that Harry had somehow fallen from his broom. That was impossible. Harry was a natural on a broomstick and perhaps even better than Charlie Weasley.
Oliver looked down and saw the cause of Harry's mishap. Dementors! He thought. Those stupid, creepy, little creatures! Why in the name of Hermione did they have to show their grime covered gray cloaks at this Quidditch match.
When Oliver got within 20 meters of those horrible things he felt a chill rip through his body. Not only did this happen but something even worse was happening simultaneously. That damn Hufflepuff; Cedric Diggory had caught the snitch. This was the first time ever that Harry had failed to catch it.
Oliver watched glumly as Dumblebore cast some kind of spell at the Dementors. It was pretty much transparent, but it had an almost silvery sheen to it. He couldn't tell what exactly it was but it was on the tales of those nasty things before you could say Quidditch.
When he turned around he saw that Harry was being magicked onto a stretcher and was being taken back to the school to see Madam Pomfrey. Harry didn't look like he was alive at all.
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That's when Oliver saw Hermione. She was kneeling in the middle of the quidditch field. She looked like she was in a sorry state. He couldn't tell from where he was standing but he was almost positive that those were tears on her face.
Oliver walked over to her and put a gentle hand on her shoulder. She jumped when he had touched her but then realized whose hand it was. Hermione stood up; her robes were soaked through and clung to her body. She looked at him shyly. Oliver knew what might feel a little better. He held out his arms a little awkwardly. Then he came closer to the grief stricken girl and embraced her. Hermione buried her face into his shoulder and cried some more.
After a few minutes she looked up at him then she asked, "You don't mind do you?"
"Nah!" Oliver looked down into her splotchy face. Even now she was beautiful to him, so he continued, "I'm already drenched as it is and a couple of your tears aren't much compared to this storm were standing in."
Hermione realized what he said and giggled as a couple last tears leaked out. Then she meekly asked, "Why don't we go back up to the hospital wing and see if Harry is okay?"
Oliver looked her in her hazel eyes. "Okay, 'Moine but I don't think that Madam Pomfrey would like it very much if I came in there with me being soaked and looking like I had been rolling in the mud. I think I take a shower, clean up a bit. Then I'll meet you there. Anyway while I'm doing that I can get some Chocolate Frogs for when Harry wakes up."
"Sounds like an excellent plan to me. Oliver, would you walk me to the common room?" Hermione asked.
Oliver answered, "I would do so with great pleasure, 'Moine. But only if you answer my question."
"What is the question?"
"Hermione, did you like it when I kissed you during the match earlier?" After he said this he looked at her with hopeful puppy dog eyes and flaming cheeks.
Hermione bit her lip and pretended that this was something she didn't know the answer to. Oliver's cheeks had now faded to a slight blush, but the pleading eyes now looked worried.
"Well…"she started out very seriously, "it happened also quickly and I can't quite recall it exactly. You know with so many things happening today." When she had finished there was a bright smile on her face.
Oliver had gotten the hint and slowly tilted his head forward. When they kissed and Hermione felt his warm firm lips meet her lips, her knees melted. To keep her from falling she felt Oliver put one hand on her waist and the other on the small of her back. Then he pulled her closer to him. Hermione was more than happy to wrap her delicate hands around the back of his neck.
When they separated Oliver asked, "So, is that a yes then?"
Hermione looked up at him with a little smile on her face and nodded meekly. After she nodded she looked back at ground and said something quietly.
Oliver held both of her hands and asked to say that again because he couldn't hear what she had said.
"I said, that I think I've had a crush on you since I you helped me get onto the platform and when you helped me with my trunk when I was a first year." Even though her head has down and he wasn't able to see her face he knew that she was grinning.
Oliver let go of one of he hands and put his hand under her chin and lifted her face up until she was looking in his eyes. "Well to tell you the truth. I've had a crush on you since then also." He smiled at her while he said this and by the tone in his voice and the look in his eyes she knew he was being honest with her.
He tilted her chin upward and lowered his head once more to give her another kiss. Then he whispered, "I'd love to walk you back to the common room."
He picked up his broomstick and with one hand he carried it his other arm went around Hermione as she rested her head on his shoulder. Together they went back up to their common room.
Please, I'm happy to receive any comments and suggestions. I'd like to know what you would like to happen.
A hopeless romantic,
Olive Books
With the first flash of lightning came the sound of Madam Hooch's whistle; Harry could just see the outline of Oliver through the rain, gesturing him to the ground. The whole team splashed down into the mud.
"I called for time-out!" Oliver roared at his team. "Come on, under here…"
They huddled at the edge of the field under a large umbrella; Harry took off his glasses and wiped them hurriedly on his robes.
"What's the score?"
"We're fifty points up," said Oliver, "but unless we get the Snitch soon, we'll be playing into the night."
"I've got no chance with these on," Harry said exasperated, waving his glasses.
At that very moment, Hermione appeared at his shoulder; she was holding her cloak over her head and was, inexplicably, beaming.
"I've had an idea, Harry! Give me your glasses, quick!"
He handed them over to her, and as the team watched in amazement, Hermione tapped them with her wand and said, "Impervius!"
"There!" she said, handing them back to Harry. "They'll repel water!"
At that very second Oliver grabbed her, pulled her under the huge umbrella and kissed with relief and joy. When he let her go, she stared at him for a second then blushed as she walked dreamily back to the crowd.
"Brilliant!" he called hoarsely when she disappeared from his sight. Then he turned back to his team and yelled, "Okay, team, let's go for it!"
As Oliver flew into the air he thought about what he had just done. Ever since Hermione had come to Hogwarts he "had been under her spell." Of course she wasn't as pretty as some of the other girls at school but she seemed to have some special aurora that made him like her.
All of a sudden Oliver noticed that Harry had somehow fallen from his broom. That was impossible. Harry was a natural on a broomstick and perhaps even better than Charlie Weasley.
Oliver looked down and saw the cause of Harry's mishap. Dementors! He thought. Those stupid, creepy, little creatures! Why in the name of Hermione did they have to show their grime covered gray cloaks at this Quidditch match.
When Oliver got within 20 meters of those horrible things he felt a chill rip through his body. Not only did this happen but something even worse was happening simultaneously. That damn Hufflepuff; Cedric Diggory had caught the snitch. This was the first time ever that Harry had failed to catch it.
Oliver watched glumly as Dumblebore cast some kind of spell at the Dementors. It was pretty much transparent, but it had an almost silvery sheen to it. He couldn't tell what exactly it was but it was on the tales of those nasty things before you could say Quidditch.
When he turned around he saw that Harry was being magicked onto a stretcher and was being taken back to the school to see Madam Pomfrey. Harry didn't look like he was alive at all.
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That's when Oliver saw Hermione. She was kneeling in the middle of the quidditch field. She looked like she was in a sorry state. He couldn't tell from where he was standing but he was almost positive that those were tears on her face.
Oliver walked over to her and put a gentle hand on her shoulder. She jumped when he had touched her but then realized whose hand it was. Hermione stood up; her robes were soaked through and clung to her body. She looked at him shyly. Oliver knew what might feel a little better. He held out his arms a little awkwardly. Then he came closer to the grief stricken girl and embraced her. Hermione buried her face into his shoulder and cried some more.
After a few minutes she looked up at him then she asked, "You don't mind do you?"
"Nah!" Oliver looked down into her splotchy face. Even now she was beautiful to him, so he continued, "I'm already drenched as it is and a couple of your tears aren't much compared to this storm were standing in."
Hermione realized what he said and giggled as a couple last tears leaked out. Then she meekly asked, "Why don't we go back up to the hospital wing and see if Harry is okay?"
Oliver looked her in her hazel eyes. "Okay, 'Moine but I don't think that Madam Pomfrey would like it very much if I came in there with me being soaked and looking like I had been rolling in the mud. I think I take a shower, clean up a bit. Then I'll meet you there. Anyway while I'm doing that I can get some Chocolate Frogs for when Harry wakes up."
"Sounds like an excellent plan to me. Oliver, would you walk me to the common room?" Hermione asked.
Oliver answered, "I would do so with great pleasure, 'Moine. But only if you answer my question."
"What is the question?"
"Hermione, did you like it when I kissed you during the match earlier?" After he said this he looked at her with hopeful puppy dog eyes and flaming cheeks.
Hermione bit her lip and pretended that this was something she didn't know the answer to. Oliver's cheeks had now faded to a slight blush, but the pleading eyes now looked worried.
"Well…"she started out very seriously, "it happened also quickly and I can't quite recall it exactly. You know with so many things happening today." When she had finished there was a bright smile on her face.
Oliver had gotten the hint and slowly tilted his head forward. When they kissed and Hermione felt his warm firm lips meet her lips, her knees melted. To keep her from falling she felt Oliver put one hand on her waist and the other on the small of her back. Then he pulled her closer to him. Hermione was more than happy to wrap her delicate hands around the back of his neck.
When they separated Oliver asked, "So, is that a yes then?"
Hermione looked up at him with a little smile on her face and nodded meekly. After she nodded she looked back at ground and said something quietly.
Oliver held both of her hands and asked to say that again because he couldn't hear what she had said.
"I said, that I think I've had a crush on you since I you helped me get onto the platform and when you helped me with my trunk when I was a first year." Even though her head has down and he wasn't able to see her face he knew that she was grinning.
Oliver let go of one of he hands and put his hand under her chin and lifted her face up until she was looking in his eyes. "Well to tell you the truth. I've had a crush on you since then also." He smiled at her while he said this and by the tone in his voice and the look in his eyes she knew he was being honest with her.
He tilted her chin upward and lowered his head once more to give her another kiss. Then he whispered, "I'd love to walk you back to the common room."
He picked up his broomstick and with one hand he carried it his other arm went around Hermione as she rested her head on his shoulder. Together they went back up to their common room.
