Disclaimer: I don't own any thing here at all. Harry Potter is in no way any creation of mine. Neither is the song. Liz Phair sings it.

Don't look sexy but it just feels right

Not too dirty and it's not too tight

Why I never threw it out

I'll never know exactly why

Keep it in the drawer beside my bed

It's faded pink now

But it used to be red

Starting to fray at the seams

But I know that you'll still love me

Like you did, Like before, Like we will

Be doing it once more…

…..

Hermione was lying in her bed unable to fall asleep. After Oliver had made his speech and the students were allowed to talk to each other about it, it was all anyone talked about. The girls simpered on about having a world famous and very handsome Quidditch player who was rumored to be single around. The guys talked about having a famous player as a coach. Both lines of conversation greatly annoyed Hermione. They were right about everything too; he was gorgeous, he was single and he would be a great coach. Since Oliver left school he'd become a world-class keeper. He played very well helping Puddlemere United to a league title and if he recovered in time, was slated to be the keeper at the Quidditch World Cup.

Hermione turned restlessly onto her side, unable to find a comfortable position. Her mind was thinking about Oliver and only Oliver. She relived the kiss a dozen times and felt embarrassed each time. It was horrible. Why was she obsessing? After all, he probably didn't remember their little kiss. He'd most definitely met many women since he left Hogwarts, so why continue worrying? She wouldn't. That was her new resolution. She wouldn't think about him anymore and she'd avoid him wherever possible so she wouldn't want to kiss his perfect mouth again. And boy was it a perfect mouth...

Hermione's plan worked well until she ran into Oliver outside class. She was leaving her Defense Against the Dark Arts class when she literally stumbled into him. She regained her balance easily and noticed he was talking to Harry. They looked pretty intent so she was about to leave when Oliver spoke to her.

"Hermione Granger. It's been a long time since I've seen you." Oliver smiled larger when he said it.

"Yep, long time. I'm all grown up now. I'm no longer a little girl." She was irritated at Oliver's casual acceptance of her presence and his nonchalance. "I'm very mature, right Harry?" She looked at Harry for support.

"Yeah, sure." Harry said with a grin. He found the fact that Hermione was flustered and mad very amusing. Wood didn't smile, he just looked at Hermione with an odd expression on his face.

"I'm sure you have, I would expect you to grow up. It's been years. I've changed too." Oliver had changed. He managed to become more handsome than ever.

"I see that. You're taller. Bye, Harry, I'll be late meeting Ron if I don't go now." Hermione turned and walked away abruptly. Days later Hermione was still embarrassed over her quick departure from Oliver and tried not to be too concerned. After all wasn't she supposed to be ignoring Oliver?

Hermione looked around the hallway trying to make it to the library in time for study group. She would swear she'd heard a noise, an odd sort of echo following her down the hallway. It sounded vaguely like someone walking quickly with an occasional garbled shout thrown in. Finally she stopped dead in her tracks and turned around. She was annoyed to find that no one was behind her. She'd been off balance since Oliver had returned and now she was imagining she was being followed. There was this fear inside her that Oliver would remember "the kiss" and then look disgustedly at her for corrupting him by making him kiss someone he deemed still a child. Along with that fear was also disappointment that he didn't remember "the kiss". She remembered it clearly while he seemed not too. She was walking toward the library again, not even paying attention to the noises behind her that were getting progressively louder.

Suddenly a strong masculine hand latched onto her shoulder and spun her around. She was about to scream when she came face to face with….Oliver??

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked more sharply than intended.

"I've only been calling to you for about, oh, the last twenty miles of hallway." Oliver joked. "I didn't mean to scare you, but I was afraid you'd escape off into the library."

For some reason his comment set Hermione on edge. Probably it was because she was always stereotyped and also because the library was exactly where she was headed.

"Why? Do you just assume I have nowhere else to go? Brainy, boring Hermione always has her nose in a book, of course she'd be in the library." The delivery of this little speech would have made lesser men do an about face and run the other way, but not Oliver.

"Ouch, that hurt." Oliver put a hand over his heart jokingly. "Put away the claws. Such fury over one comment. Remind me never to put your name and library in the same sentence. I don't think I'd survive another attack unscathed." He joked with such a sweet and genuine smile that Hermione was helpless against the smile that formed on her lips.

"Then what would Puddlemere do without you? They'd kill me if anything happened to you permanently." She joked back, but thought she saw something dim in his eyes.

"They'd survive." He said.

"Well, sorry I took your head off, you scared me. I didn't expect to see you there and you snuck up on me." Hermione said.

"Not on purpose, I didn't." He paused and smiled playfully. "Well maybe on purpose, you ignored me though. All's fair, right?"

"Sure, in love and war." Hermione added automatically.

"Precisely." Oliver answered and for a moment Hermione just stared at him. She didn't know what to say so, or whether or not he was joking again so, like a coward she just changed the subject.

"The question is: why were you following me?"

"Because I'd forgotten how you looked in your robes and I was suddenly overcome with lustful and entirely inappropriate thoughts." Hermione blushed and was left yet again searching for a response.

"Thanks." She managed finally not looking him in the eyes.

"Oh, not about you. Lustful thoughts about your robes. I like that particular shade of black." He joked and Hermione burst out laughing. Was he flirting with her??

"Seriously, it's not everyday I'm followed by the Oliver Wood." For a second she thought she saw that same dimming in his eyes but the playfulness returned quickly.

"No, but you've been followed by the Viktor Krum." Before she could respond he continued. "I needed to talk to you. I was wondering if you could talk to Ron for me. He does this weird leg thing while he's keeping and it's excellent. It distracts the opponent and I like it, but he thinks it looks a bit gay so he won't do it."

Of course he'd want to talk about Quidditch right?

"And me telling him this would help you how exactly?" Hermione was genuinely wondering.

"Because you're a girl and if you tell him it's sexy, then it's sexy." Oliver was obviously very pleased with his solution, but Hermione couldn't help laughing again.

"What now?" He smiled at her obvious amusement.

"Luna." Was all Hermione said.

"Err…what?" Oliver's puzzled expression was very very cute.

"Luna is his girlfriend. She's the only girl Ron will listen to these days."

"I thought you two would be together, or maybe you and Harry."

"No. Ron's with Luna and Harry is with Ginny Weasley. They're all very happy." Hermione told him easily.

"You're with?" Was he fishing or just making conversation? Hermione couldn't help but wonder.

"Myself." Hermione informed him. "For a while I was with Viktor Krum but it didn't work out."

"Why?" Oliver asked her eagerly, which surprised Hermione a little bit.

"Because of the distance. He was halfway around the world and I was here. Maybe if I'd been older or something it would have worked, but I couldn't move and he really couldn't move, with Quidditch and all." Hermione was being honest. She still talked with Viktor and they were friends. She still loved him actually but it wasn't really enough. She loved him in a strong steady way, not a passionate romantic way and he couldn't accept that. Neither could she for that matter. When they first met and got together everything was great but after a while it wore off. Funny how her fascination with Oliver never wore off...

"But it wasn't because he was a Quidditch player that you two broke up? It was just because he was too far away?" Oliver asked. He seemed interested and she wanted to keep talking to him so she answered.

"That and we just weren't meant for each other like that. I mean, I look at Harry and Ginny and Ron and Luna and you just know they are perfect for each other, no questions about it. But with Viktor...it never felt entirely right, like the fit was just a little off. So, no it wasn't because of Quidditch." She finished thoughtfully. She'd never really thought about it that much but it made sense. Hermione suddenly realized that she was discussing her love life with Oliver and she blushed horribly.

"I see. Well, I guess I need to let you go off to wherever you're going. Thanks for talking to me about Ron. So any idea where I can find this Luna?" Oliver switched back into his Quidditch coach role.

"The library." Hermione told him and looked away quickly.

"Oh, and how do you know this?" Oliver asked suspiciously.

"Lucky guess?" Hermione joked and Oliver gently grabbed her chin and made her look him in the eye.

"Now, how do you she's in the library? I thought you weren't going to the library." He asked grinning.

"Because she's in the same study group as me." Hermione answered and cracked a smile.

"So, you were going to the library after all? I think you owe me something for that little blow up earlier." Oliver was still smiling at her and Hermione became very aware that he still held her chin in his hands because when she tried to look away she was held tight. "Something like…" He leaned in close to her, "like walking with me to the library." He pulled away and Hermione had to do a mental regroup. For a second she would swear he was about to kiss her but he hadn't. "I'll think of something that you owe me later." He said and stuck his hand out for her to shake. "Deal?"

She grabbed his hand and shook it. "Sure." She managed to say.

"Let's go, then." He dropped her hand and began walking toward the library. Hermione quickly caught up with him. Their conversation on the way there was minimal because it wasn't a long walk. When they walked into the library together everyone noticed. The people in Hermione's study group stopped and looked at her. She walked over to them and looked at Luna.

"Oliver wants to talk to you about something. Some uh…strange and exotic plant." Hermione tried to think of some lie that would convince everyone at the table.

"Really?" Luna looked up at Oliver with a whimsical smile.

"Yeah. It has some really great rejuvenating powers. Let's go out to the hall ok? Don't want to disturb anyone." He smiled at Luna and the two left together. Hermione quickly went to sit down beside Ginny.

"So what's going on?" Ginny whispered at Hermione.

"Nothing."

"Nothing? Really, I thought we were friends."

"Nothing is going on. He needed to talk to Luna and I knew where she was, that's all." Hermione told her trying not to draw attention from people around them.

"Why do you look all flustered then?" Ginny asked smugly.

"Later, Ginny. Not here alright?" Hermione gave in to her inquisitive friend.

A/N: Hey guys! So do you like?? Please please review!! I love reviews more than anything…not more than anything but more than most things. So I know this song was a little odd but it just seemed right, it's actually called favorite and the chorus has "you're like my favorite underwear" in it. But thanks for the reviews from earlier and I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I went through the first chapter and fixed some of the stuff you all pointed out. You're actually really really right I was totally redundant in my words and I even repeated stuff so muchas gracias!! I like constructive criticism. Oh and I actually worked on this scene between them a bit and it's my favorite in this whole story so I hope you liked it. But anyway! More chappies a little later…