Author's Note: Okay, this story wasn't really going anywhere, so the ending will be kinda quick compared to the rest of the story. Just a warning.
Another day, another note. This time the meeting place was the Quidditch pitch. Hermione was there early, anxiously twisting her hands together and pacing back and forth.
An amused voice behind her made her jump. "Good morning Hermione."
She whirled to see Oliver standing there, arms crossed over his chest. He smiled and held out his note.
"So, where do you think they're hiding today?" he asked as she took his note and put it with her own.
She shrugged, trying to ignore the bright eyes that were studying her face. "I have no clue."
A hint of a smile crossed his face. "Why are we here today?"
"Huh?"
"The note, Hermione," Oliver replied. "What does yours say?"
"Supposedly you don't know the difference between an alligator and a crocodile."
"Snout's longer in a croc, right?"
"Yeah," she answered.
They both heard muffled voices coming the bushes nearby, but they ignored them. The shaking of leaves and branches caused them to turn for an instant before they both quickly looked away, not wanting to ruin Ron's "success."
Weeks passed in this way, with new notes every other day, until one Saturday, Oliver and Hermione found themselves standing in a hallway, leaning against the wall, not looking at each other.
"Oliver," Hermione started. They had gotten to know each other pretty well since they had been spending so much time together, and she liked his company, but…
"I don't really want to keep doing this," Oliver cut in abruptly.
"Exactly," she replied.
He started fumbling his words. "I mean, it's not like I don't like you…I mean, talking with you, but it's just that I can't keep doing this all year. I mean, I'd still like to see you, talk with you, but just not like this."
She bit back a laugh. "I understand, Oliver. Mostly, anyways."
"Okay," Oliver replied.
"So what do we do next time?"
Oliver looked down the hall. Harry and Ron were walking oh-so-slowly towards them, trying to look innocent.
"What if we do something this time?"
Hermione glanced down the hall and rolled her eyes, both annoyed and amused by Ron's ploy. "Huh?"
Ron turned his head towards Harry but watched Oliver and Hermione out of the corner of his eye.
"What do you think they're talking about?"
"How stupid we look walking like snails down the hall," Harry replied sharply. "Ron, come on. If anything's going to happen, it won't be when you're here."
Ron grabbed Harry's sleeve as he started to walk faster. "Not yet, just wait till we pass them."
Harry tugged his sleeve free. "Fine, but that's it. Then we walk normally."
"Shhh, I wanna hear what they're saying."