//Chapter 2\\
Harry and Ron try to grab the letter out of Hermione's pocket, but she wouldn't let them.
"What does it say? Please, you have to tell us! We're your best friends!" Ron smiles innocently.
"Oh stop it you two, it's nothing important!" she blushes.
"Sure sure" Harry winks. "It's probably a love letter from..well..who could it be from?" he shrugs.
Ron bursts out laughing. "Maybe it's from Draco! I mean..I saw what was written on the first letter..about your legs and all..and you know Malfoy..in Herbology last year, he kept checking out your legs" Harry shudders. "Now that's just wrong!"
Later that night in the great hall, Harry, Ron & Hermione were happily eating dinner. The quidditch captain, Oliver Wood, was sitting opposite Hermione. He kept glancing at her, and Hermione, thinking it was nothing, just ignored it.
Neville, who was sitting next to Oliver, accidentally spilt his drink all over Oliver's lap. He blushes bright red as he says sorry and attempts to clean it off. Oliver stops him and gets up to go clean it off himself, as he walks off, he turns around and smiles at Hermione.
"Uhh..Hermione? Are you there? Helloo??" Ron waves his hands infront of her face.
"Wha.what?" she shakes her head and looks towards the door. But Oliver was nowhere to be seen.
"Are you feeling okay?" asks Harry.
"Yeah..I'm fine..just fine.." she gets up and heads off to Gryffindor common room.
She sits down in the corner, away from everyone else. Fred, George and Oliver seem to be talking together happily. She pulls out the letter out of her pocket and re-reads it. She looks up and sees Oliver staring at her. He goes bright red. "I have to go uh..look at someones legs-I mean, im gonna go get some more..eggs.. bye!" and runs out of the common room. "huh? Eggs?? wonder what's up with him..?" shrugs Fred.
Hermione pauses for a second, and pulls her first letter out of ther pocket.
"..and your oh so sexy legs.." she reads. "oh my, Oliver? It surely can't be.." Then she reads out her second letter. "Dear Hermione, How have your holidays been?
Mine have been great!
School starts soon.
I guess I'll be seeing you soon..maybe sometime at quidditch practise? -From your secret admirer"
"so it is Oliver.." she squeals and puts both letters back in her pocket.
Just then Ron and Harry come into the common room. "Got anymore love letters from Draco?" laughs Ron.
"No" answered Hermione, as she sighed and went up to her dormitory.
Ron and Harry both had confused looks on their faces.
Hermione sat on her bed. Dreamily looking out her window at the setting sun. "Oliver..who would've thought.." she muttered to herself. She didn't know what to think. After all, he was a few years older than her. But still, those dreamy eyes, and gorgeous smile..how could she resist? She fell asleep that night thinking about Oliver.
The next morning while eating breakfast, Hermione saw Oliver. He was sitting opposite her, as usual. She smiled at him, he smiled back. They stared at each other for a while, till Harry tapped Hermione on the shoulder to ask her if she knew where Ron had gotten to. She didn't know, and didn't care about Ron's whereabouts at this moment. She was too busy dreaming about her secret admirer..who now was no longer a secret..
Harry and Ron try to grab the letter out of Hermione's pocket, but she wouldn't let them.
"What does it say? Please, you have to tell us! We're your best friends!" Ron smiles innocently.
"Oh stop it you two, it's nothing important!" she blushes.
"Sure sure" Harry winks. "It's probably a love letter from..well..who could it be from?" he shrugs.
Ron bursts out laughing. "Maybe it's from Draco! I mean..I saw what was written on the first letter..about your legs and all..and you know Malfoy..in Herbology last year, he kept checking out your legs" Harry shudders. "Now that's just wrong!"
Later that night in the great hall, Harry, Ron & Hermione were happily eating dinner. The quidditch captain, Oliver Wood, was sitting opposite Hermione. He kept glancing at her, and Hermione, thinking it was nothing, just ignored it.
Neville, who was sitting next to Oliver, accidentally spilt his drink all over Oliver's lap. He blushes bright red as he says sorry and attempts to clean it off. Oliver stops him and gets up to go clean it off himself, as he walks off, he turns around and smiles at Hermione.
"Uhh..Hermione? Are you there? Helloo??" Ron waves his hands infront of her face.
"Wha.what?" she shakes her head and looks towards the door. But Oliver was nowhere to be seen.
"Are you feeling okay?" asks Harry.
"Yeah..I'm fine..just fine.." she gets up and heads off to Gryffindor common room.
She sits down in the corner, away from everyone else. Fred, George and Oliver seem to be talking together happily. She pulls out the letter out of her pocket and re-reads it. She looks up and sees Oliver staring at her. He goes bright red. "I have to go uh..look at someones legs-I mean, im gonna go get some more..eggs.. bye!" and runs out of the common room. "huh? Eggs?? wonder what's up with him..?" shrugs Fred.
Hermione pauses for a second, and pulls her first letter out of ther pocket.
"..and your oh so sexy legs.." she reads. "oh my, Oliver? It surely can't be.." Then she reads out her second letter. "Dear Hermione, How have your holidays been?
Mine have been great!
School starts soon.
I guess I'll be seeing you soon..maybe sometime at quidditch practise? -From your secret admirer"
"so it is Oliver.." she squeals and puts both letters back in her pocket.
Just then Ron and Harry come into the common room. "Got anymore love letters from Draco?" laughs Ron.
"No" answered Hermione, as she sighed and went up to her dormitory.
Ron and Harry both had confused looks on their faces.
Hermione sat on her bed. Dreamily looking out her window at the setting sun. "Oliver..who would've thought.." she muttered to herself. She didn't know what to think. After all, he was a few years older than her. But still, those dreamy eyes, and gorgeous smile..how could she resist? She fell asleep that night thinking about Oliver.
The next morning while eating breakfast, Hermione saw Oliver. He was sitting opposite her, as usual. She smiled at him, he smiled back. They stared at each other for a while, till Harry tapped Hermione on the shoulder to ask her if she knew where Ron had gotten to. She didn't know, and didn't care about Ron's whereabouts at this moment. She was too busy dreaming about her secret admirer..who now was no longer a secret..