Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter at all, in any way, in the least. I don't own the song either.

Don't get me wrong

If I'm looking kind of dazzled

I see neon lights

whenever you walk by

Don't get me wrong

If you say hello and I take a ride

Upon a sea where the mystic moon

Is playing havoc with the tide

Don't get me wrong

Don't get me wrong

If I'm acting so distracted

I'm thinking about the fireworks

That go when you smile….

…once in a while

two people meet

seemingly for no reason

they just pass on the street

suddenly thunder showers everywhere

who can explain the thunder and rain

but there's something in the air.

……..

After three weeks, Ron was allowed to leave the infirmary. He was mostly recovered and dying to get back to Quidditch. In the weeks since Hermione and Oliver had their conversation in his office, Hermione had seen a great deal of him. Since all her best friends played Quidditch she was usually near them. The pair had had lots more conversations. Some were deep and some were completely retarded but Hermione loved every second of every conversation. Hermione found herself searching for him in the crowds and in the hallways and on the streets of Hogsmeade, she was once again totally in love. They hadn't had anymore "moments" when Hermione thought she'd die if he didn't touch her. They did flirt a lot though, which was something Hermione enjoyed. She found herself wanting increasingly more than a simple friendship with him.

Today she was at Hogsmeade, a group of friends had decided to take a trip to the village. She was getting ready to go into the post office when she heard a group of girls beside her whispering excitedly. She looked at them annoyed and rolled her eyes and then she noticed who they were whispering about. Oliver was standing a few feet away talking to some guys. Almost as if on cue Oliver looked up and noticed her looking at him. He smiled and waved, then beckoned her over to him. She followed gladly, excited to see him.

"Hi Hermione. How are you?" Oliver asked her giving her a huge grin. "These are my friends, they're some team mates of mine. This is Chris Maxwell and Miller Ferris, guys this is Hermione Granger." Hermione knew that the two guys she was just introduced to were also famous Quidditch players and most people would be stunned to get to meet one, let alone two, but she just smiled and said,

"Nice to meet you."

"You too." Miller, who was cute and if Hermione hadn't been in love with Oliver might have inspired unpure thoughts, told her. "You go to Hogwarts?"

"Yes. It's my last year." Oliver was standing so close to Hermione that she could smell his soap. It was the still same one he used years ago.

"What are you going to do when you finish?" Chris asked.

"I'm not sure. I don't really have any plans." Just as Chris was about to ask another question the group of girls moved in and began begging for autographs and blatantly hitting on them. Oliver grabbed Hermione's arm and made a subtle exit.

"Don't you feel a little guilty about leaving your friends like that?" Hermione teased Oliver as they made their way down the road.

"No, it happens. They don't mind. I suppose that's the price of fame, right? You lose your privacy but it's just all part of the game."

"Do you mind that, people just walking up to you and getting in your face? Those girls seemed pretty eager."

"Ahhh…the groupies are something different than most normal fans. Usually people just want a photo or an autograph or maybe tell you what they think of you but not the groupies, they want one thing and the bragging rights that they get from it. They lack substance, besides they can't have something that's already taken. I already have someone I want to…well…do all those things they offered with." Oliver reminded Hermione.

"How's that going? Have you told her yet?" Hermione asked because she felt like she should not because she wanted to.

"Not yet. I've been feeling her out, like you told me. I think maybe she likes me, but I'm not sure if she only uhm…wants me or if she loves me." Oliver actually blushed, which made Hermione smile.

"She's not worth it if she only…wants you." Hermione wasn't entirely comfortable with that concept.

"Did I tell you that she broke my heart?"

"Who would be dumb enough to do that?" Hermione said and then slapped her hand over her mouth because she couldn't believe she'd actually said that out loud. She needed to work on her verbal impulse control.

"What?" Oliver stopped walking and pulled Hermione to a stop next to him. "What do you mean by that?" He asked, his voice urgent and confused.

"I meant well…who would break your heart." She sighed and gave in to herself. She would tell him the truth and then go on and at least have the memories. "You're a really great catch."

"Because I'm famous?"

"No, because you're cute and funny and you are…well…you. I can't explain it but I think you're a remarkable person. You are the only person I know that makes me laugh in every single conversation we have. I don't even have to talk to you and you can make me smile, it's like you can just look at me and I want to smile." Hermione couldn't look at his eyes so she focused on his chin.

"What? Hermione, I can't believe this. Are you- what are you saying? Is this a friend telling a friend of something else?" Oliver asked sounding dumbfounded.

"I'm your friend but that's not all. I really like you. So, who broke your heart?" Hermione asked eager to find some solid thing to talk about.

Oliver grabbed her chin and forced her to look him in the eye.

"You. You broke my heart."

Now it was Hermione's turn to look utterly bewildered. "Excuse me?" She spit out shocked.

Oliver laughed. "You did. After we won the house cup and we kissed I thought that maybe we could become something more than friends. I realize you were really young but I still thought maybe we could just wait until later in our relationship to do the more…adult things."

"Oh my gosh." Was all Hermione could manage to utter before Oliver continued.

"Yes, well, then you went and began dating Viktor Krum, who I might add is my age anyway. So it was just me that you didn't want to be with." Oliver was obviously still upset about her alleged transgression.

"You liked me all the way back then?" Hermione still couldn't wrap her mind around this.

"I thought it was obvious." He sounded frustrated.

"No, Oliver. No it wasn't obvious. I thought you hated me after we kissed. You called me a little girl. What was I supposed to think? And then you didn't even talk to me. I was devastated and you just went along with your Quidditch career, I've seen the pictures of you with all those women. You couldn't have liked me that much." Hermione was getting annoyed, she'd always seen those pictures and been jealous of the women with him.

"No Hermione, I love you that much. I couldn't just sit there. I thought about you all the time, I tried to replace you with other things but it never worked." Oliver was smiling now, a great huge genuine smile.

"But why me? I'm so ordinary." Hermione said the thing that was always on her mind, always plaguing her thoughts. How could she be worthy of such a sought after male?

"Because you are who you are. It's just like you said earlier. You are the only person who can always make me laugh, no matter what. Even if I'd just lost a huge match you'd still be able to get me to smile. It's obvious that you understand me. Besides you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met." He meant what he said, Hermione could tell by his expression that he meant every single word. She felt like crying and laughing at the same time. Instead she just kissed him. And was thoroughly kissed back.

"It's really strange. My mom met my dad and she said she just knew that he was the man for her. She said she could never look at another man after she met him. It was kinda the same way with you, only obviously you're female and I'm male right? It must run in the blood, this love at first sight gene." Oliver told Hermione as they made their was through Hogsmeade. They were holding hands, actually holding hands. Hermione could hardly believe it.

"My mom and dad were set up on a blind date. It worked out though because obviously they're still happily married."

"Blind date?" Oliver asked.

"Yeah, you know where they don't know each other and their friends think they're both hopelessly single, so they set them up on a date. I don't think they usually work out but for my parents it did."

"It's a bit risky just going out with some strange person."

"Well, hopefully your friends aren't completely stupid and don't set you up with a mass murderer or something like that."

"So, maybe they had a case of love at first sight too." Oliver told her, bending down to kiss her softly.

"How could you love me when we met? I was a giant furball with hideous teeth." Hermione asked when he finished his kiss.

"I know, I am quite noble aren't I? Loving you even when you were a little ugly duckling." He joked and Hermione hit him and not softly either. "I think I saw that you were beautiful, just not yet. And then I talked to you, and I was entranced."

"Entranced huh?" And then she kissed him because with him she just felt like everything was perfect. Months later she would realize that things didn't only feel perfect, they were perfect.

A/N: There is the totally sappy ending. I know it's chessy but I couldn't help it. I think that people really are that cheesy when they are alone together so why not write it. So anyways! Thanks for all the reviews and thanks for reading it! I love to make people happy. And yes Oliver just needs to be real because he's so totally delicious. You just can't deny that. Anyway! Thanks again guys!! Please review and tell me what you think!!