A/N: Hello my fair readers, for those who
have read this fic so far I have edited it a wee bit, nothing too big, just
somethings bugged me. So, for those who haven't you get to see the newer version
anyways. Well this fic is based on a year after Hermione's last year of school.
There will be some old friends, and a couple new. Well I hope you enjoy and
please review!
Disclaimer: Ok, you know what is mine and what isn't. Hermione, Oliver, ect.
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Chapter One
I'd Like You To Meet...
Hermione had just
finished quidditch practice with the Puddlemore United. She thought about Oliver
intently as she packed her quidditch equipment away. Yes that's right, Hermione
Granger, the same Hermione Granger that never once showed any athletic talent or
interest was on a quidditch team. And not just any quidditch team, but the
Puddlemore United, the same team Oliver Wood played on. Hermione was never one
for quidditch. The only reason why she joined was because of Oliver. She had
secretly fallen for him in his last year and has been in love with him ever
since. All those years of practicing quidditch and learning the rules, everyone
thought she was doing it to impress Harry. They thought it was he who she liked.
She let them think that, she didn't want anyone to know she was in love with
someone that was four years older then her.
So finally, after many years of hard work, it had all paid off. As soon as Hermione was done with school at Hogwarts she joined the Puddlemore United and was now one of their new chasers. Now she got to see her beloved everyday, and not just see him but talk to him as well. When Oliver was in school the only thing she would say to him was, "Good game Oliver" or "Great blocking Oliver". Now she was having full conversations with him, learning more and more about him each day. Well, Hermione didn't really learn more and more each day unless you want to count learning how obsessed Oliver was about quidditch. It was the base of every conversation. But that didn't matter to Hermione. What mattered was that he noticed her, what mattered was she actually talked to him, no........what really mattered was she got to hear his adorable scottish accent.
Oh how Hermione loved Oliver's accent, the way he spoke, the way he said her name.....it was perfect. He was perfect. At least in Hermione's eyes he was.
So now here Hermione is, on a quidditch team simply to be with the man of her dreams. Who cares if she spent so many hours just to learn a sport to impress a boy, she had to admit it wasn't all bad. Being on a quidditch team had its perks. Hermione had made some great friends on the team, she got to see Oliver everyday, and hey she had to admit, the pay wasn't too shabby either.
Hermione finished putting away all her quidditch equipment in her quidditch bag and broom case. She heaved the bag over her shoulder and held onto the broom's case by its handle. She turned the corner to leave the locker room and walk out the entrance, but something blocked her way, causing her to fall back and lose grasp of her belongings. She shook her head and muttered to herself as she gathered her things. When she reached for her broom case someone else's hand had gotten to it first. She looked up and saw that the hand belonged to none then Oliver Wood. 'Speak of the devil.' she thought.
"Here you go Granger, sorry about that, wasn't paying attention to where I was going," Oliver said as he handed Hermione her broom case. "Oh, that's ok, I wasn't paying attention to where I was either," Hermione replied, taking her case and smiling sweetly. Oliver cleared his throat."So have you heard the news?" he asked, still standing in the entrance way. "What news?" Hermione asked with curiosity. Sure Oliver was talking about Quidditch like always and it probably was nothing, but hey, she was talking to him at least. The seeker had a serious look on his face, "The teams going to be under new ownership." New ownership........who? Oliver sighed and rubed his forehead,"Don't know, I just found out, Lena just told me."
Lena Volkava was the team's seeker. The Puddlemore United was made up of Jacquelyn Cupre, Zephyr Green, and Hermione Granger (they were the chasers); Gregory Chapman and Anthony Spicker were the beaters; and Oliver Wood played the same position as he did at Hogwarts; the keeper.
"She said that it wasn't a sure thing, but the people were really interested in buying," said Oliver, a little distracted, obviously thinking about what would happen if the team was sold.
Hermione frowned, she wasn't too keen on the idea. When teams were under new ownership it was more likely that members would be replaced, practices are changed, or other various things. Oliver could tell what Hermione was thinking.
"Ah, don't worry, I'm sure things will be ok," Oliver said as he playfully punched her in the shoulder. Hermione smiled again. "Well, I have to get going, I'll see you tomorrow at practice," she said while getting a better grip of her things. "Ok, I'll let you know if I here anything else about the new ownership." Oliver replied, moving aside to let Hermione out. And with that said Oliver and Hermione went on their separate ways.
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Hermione was walking down the hallway when she heard a familiar voice in the opposite direction. It was the voice of Puddlemore United's very own manager, Edwin Haralson. He was just leaving his office when he noticed Hermione walking down the hall.
"Ah, Hermione, just the person I wanted to see. Come here, there is someone I'd like you to meet," called the middle-aged man. Hermione obeyed and met her manager in front of his office door. Just as she'd done so the someone entered the hall and stood by Mr.Haralson.
"Hermione Granger, I'd like you to meet..."
A/N:Bwahaha!!! Don't you love cliff hangers?!?!?! Please review!!!
Disclaimer: Ok, you know what is mine and what isn't. Hermione, Oliver, ect.
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I'd Like You To Meet...
So finally, after many years of hard work, it had all paid off. As soon as Hermione was done with school at Hogwarts she joined the Puddlemore United and was now one of their new chasers. Now she got to see her beloved everyday, and not just see him but talk to him as well. When Oliver was in school the only thing she would say to him was, "Good game Oliver" or "Great blocking Oliver". Now she was having full conversations with him, learning more and more about him each day. Well, Hermione didn't really learn more and more each day unless you want to count learning how obsessed Oliver was about quidditch. It was the base of every conversation. But that didn't matter to Hermione. What mattered was that he noticed her, what mattered was she actually talked to him, no........what really mattered was she got to hear his adorable scottish accent.
Oh how Hermione loved Oliver's accent, the way he spoke, the way he said her name.....it was perfect. He was perfect. At least in Hermione's eyes he was.
So now here Hermione is, on a quidditch team simply to be with the man of her dreams. Who cares if she spent so many hours just to learn a sport to impress a boy, she had to admit it wasn't all bad. Being on a quidditch team had its perks. Hermione had made some great friends on the team, she got to see Oliver everyday, and hey she had to admit, the pay wasn't too shabby either.
Hermione finished putting away all her quidditch equipment in her quidditch bag and broom case. She heaved the bag over her shoulder and held onto the broom's case by its handle. She turned the corner to leave the locker room and walk out the entrance, but something blocked her way, causing her to fall back and lose grasp of her belongings. She shook her head and muttered to herself as she gathered her things. When she reached for her broom case someone else's hand had gotten to it first. She looked up and saw that the hand belonged to none then Oliver Wood. 'Speak of the devil.' she thought.
"Here you go Granger, sorry about that, wasn't paying attention to where I was going," Oliver said as he handed Hermione her broom case. "Oh, that's ok, I wasn't paying attention to where I was either," Hermione replied, taking her case and smiling sweetly. Oliver cleared his throat."So have you heard the news?" he asked, still standing in the entrance way. "What news?" Hermione asked with curiosity. Sure Oliver was talking about Quidditch like always and it probably was nothing, but hey, she was talking to him at least. The seeker had a serious look on his face, "The teams going to be under new ownership." New ownership........who? Oliver sighed and rubed his forehead,"Don't know, I just found out, Lena just told me."
Lena Volkava was the team's seeker. The Puddlemore United was made up of Jacquelyn Cupre, Zephyr Green, and Hermione Granger (they were the chasers); Gregory Chapman and Anthony Spicker were the beaters; and Oliver Wood played the same position as he did at Hogwarts; the keeper.
"She said that it wasn't a sure thing, but the people were really interested in buying," said Oliver, a little distracted, obviously thinking about what would happen if the team was sold.
Hermione frowned, she wasn't too keen on the idea. When teams were under new ownership it was more likely that members would be replaced, practices are changed, or other various things. Oliver could tell what Hermione was thinking.
"Ah, don't worry, I'm sure things will be ok," Oliver said as he playfully punched her in the shoulder. Hermione smiled again. "Well, I have to get going, I'll see you tomorrow at practice," she said while getting a better grip of her things. "Ok, I'll let you know if I here anything else about the new ownership." Oliver replied, moving aside to let Hermione out. And with that said Oliver and Hermione went on their separate ways.
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Hermione was walking down the hallway when she heard a familiar voice in the opposite direction. It was the voice of Puddlemore United's very own manager, Edwin Haralson. He was just leaving his office when he noticed Hermione walking down the hall.
"Ah, Hermione, just the person I wanted to see. Come here, there is someone I'd like you to meet," called the middle-aged man. Hermione obeyed and met her manager in front of his office door. Just as she'd done so the someone entered the hall and stood by Mr.Haralson.
"Hermione Granger, I'd like you to meet..."
A/N:Bwahaha!!! Don't you love cliff hangers?!?!?! Please review!!!