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Thank you to my lovely reviewers: when I got 6 reviews, I was like pissing my pants already! THANK YOU!!!
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Now back to the story..
Chapter 3 - MALFOY IS MY BEST FRIEND?!
Dinner at the Malfoy Manor went well and Oliver had fun meeting all his friends and how they turned out in the future. He even met his future best friend-Draco! At first he didn't believe it, but then he loosened up and started to like Draco. He wasn't the cold-blooded idiot from Slytherin anymore. He was kind, gentle, funny and well.Happy.
``~Flash Back~``
Oliver stared unbelievingly at His 'wife', then at Malfoy, they at his 'wife' again. "You mean to tell me," Oliver said slowly.
"That-that Malfoy over there is MY BEST FRIEND?" Hermione nodded, suppressing a laugh. Oliver made a face. "That's not possible!" he said.
"Oh get out of the past, already!" Hermione said, poking his rib. "Well that's kind of hard considering I'M FROM THE PAST!" Oliver replied smartly.
Hermione punched him. "Shut up! Keep your voice down! You don't want everyone to know, right?" Oliver rubbed his arm. "For a skinny chick you punch hard," he said.
"Oh You!" Hermione punched him again. "Stop! Okay, I'm sorry! Sheesh!" Oliver said, holding his hands up as a shield. Hermione giggled. "Mind telling me how he became my best friend?" Oliver asked curiously. Hermione shrugged. "Why not? Let's see . . .oh yes. Draco wanted ever so badly to date Ginny and well, with *Ron* that didn't seem humanly possible. To make a long story short, you got Ginny and Draco together and even managed to convince all six weasley brothers to give him their blessing. Not to mention Molly and Arthur!"
Oliver looked quite shocked. "Seems like I did a lot for Malfoy there," he said. "Yes, you did. And you did a lot for Ginny too." Hermione added.
"Like what?" Oliver asked. Hermione shook her head and giggled. "No can do. If I tell you anything else, you won't look up to the future anymore."
"Good point." Oliver said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Can we leave early?" he asked. Hermione cocked her head. "Why's that?" she asked. "Well . . . I want to see what kind of house I live in."
``~End flashback~``
"Here we are," Hermione said. She took her hands off of Oliver's eyes. "Oh my-" Oliver breathed. He was standing in the middle of a well-furnished circular room. The floor was made of marble. "Oh my gosh, Hermione." Oliver looked up and stared at a scarlet ceiling with an elegant chandelier hanging from it. "I'll leave you to soak up your surroundings. I'll be in the library if you need me."
Oliver barely heard her. He had never seen a house as elegant and mysterious as this. Even the Malfoy manor didn't come close! This house was so. . .so. . .breathtaking. He felt instantly right at home.
He loved the large oak door with the lion doorknocker all the way up to the scarlet roof. He let out a low whistle. "Whoa. . .this place is heavenly. . ." he said to himself. He plopped down onto the soft, velvety sofa. "Oh my gosh, it's so comfortable!" he exclaimed.
I wonder what else is in this beauty? He wondered. He didn't care if Hermione wasn't there right now. He just needed and wanted to explore his- palace.
After hours of wandering about, he finally stumbled into a large, circular room filled with shelves and shelves of books! "There must be over a million books here!" he cried out loud. The shelves reached the ceiling and they were stacked with different kinds of books.
He finally noticed a person sitting down on one of those soft, velvety chairs. It was Hermione, buried deep in the book, not once moving. He took this chance to observe her more.
She was beautiful. He let a small smile escape his lips before approaching her. "H'lo, Hermione. What're you reading?" he asked in his thick Scottish accent. She looked up at him and smiled. "I'm reading Ophelia. Have you heard of that book?" she asked, neatly folding her legs to the side. She had her reading glasses on.
"I didn't know you wore glasses," Oliver said. Hermione ignored him and put the book down. "Have you explored the house?" she asked, getting up. "Yes. It's so majestic." She smiled at the admiration in his voice. He seemed so calm in here. "I know it's not as big as the Malfoy manor but it's good, right?" she asked.
"Good? Heck! It's even better than that stinky old Malfoy Manor!" Oliver exclaimed. Hermione giggled. "Oh Oliver," she said as she gently kissed his chin. Oliver tilted his head a little and let his lips brush against hers.
She pulled back slowly. "Did you go out back?" she asked. Oliver licked his lips. "We have a garden?" he asked. She nodded. "Come on, I'll show you." She laced her fingers with his and led him to some French doors leading into the garden.
Oliver's eyes widened. "Hermione it's. . .it's. . ." he fell to his knees. It looked like some sort of fantasy forest. There were lush tropical trees and plants all around. Large, colorful flowers of every kind bloomed everywhere. "It's so green!" he gasped. Hermione laughed.
His eyes fell to the majestic waterfall in front of him. The clear, blue water rushed down from a cliff and poured into a huge, clear pool of icy water. The sound of falling water was soothing and enchanting. Musical, even!
Oliver was speechless. The garden was enthralling. "This isn't a garden, Hermione. It's a magical forest!"
Hermione laughed once again. All around, Oliver could hear birds chirping. A flock of geese flew overhead, forming a perfect V shape. Oliver saw a toucan resting by a huge tree that was thrice as tall as the tallest mountain on earth.
Some vines hung down from the trees and Oliver could see all kinds of birds perched on them. "Oh, did I mention Nadia gave birth?" Hermione asked softly. "Nadia? Who's Nadia?"
"It's our deer. She gave birth to a wonderful calf (is that what you call a baby deer?). We named her Isabella." Hermione said. Oliver caught sight of a small deer prancing about. "Is that Isabella?" he asked. She nodded.
"Go ahead." Hermione urged. Oliver stood up and walked toward Isabella. The deer saw him and shied away. "It's okay, girl. Com here," Oliver whispered. Isabella reluctantly went near him. Oliver stroked the back of her head. "She's beautiful," he said to no one in particular.
Isabella had a shiny brown coat with some white spots. She also had long lashes covering her big, curious brown eyes. "Where's your mother, girl?" Oliver asked. Isabella motioned to the waterfall where a deer and a stag were drinking water.
"That's your dad, then? And your mom?" Oliver asked. Somehow, he connected with Isabella and he knew what she was saying. "What's your father's name?" he asked.
Isabella blinked. Somehow he knew that the stag's name was Domen. "Domen, is it?" Isabella smiled and galloped to her parents. Hermione came up beside Oliver. "Let's go inside." She said.
Once they were inside, Oliver lost that enchanted feeling and was replaced by a calm one. "This house is wondrous!" he said. Hermione nodded. "It took 1 year and 8 months to put it all together but it was worth it." She said. "Way worth it." Oliver agreed. Hermione felt Oliver's strong arms around her. "So totally worth it." He whispered into her ear.
That's the end of chapter three! Hope you enjoyed it! REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW! =)
Thank you to my lovely reviewers: when I got 6 reviews, I was like pissing my pants already! THANK YOU!!!
Nicole Christensen --- thank you!!! I will continue, believe me! =) anything for you! LOL!
Kuh-Ris --- ooh! Thanks! It was a bit rushed, I know. Oh well. Glad you liked it! =)
Gilana1 --- Thanks! Hehe! =) You rock!
Carebear-janiney --- Thanks! I didn't want cliffhangers too. I hate them. Hehe! =) thanks SOOOO much!
Dracosbaby06 --- Thanks for that comment! I feel proud now! =)
Padfootsangel1 --- you were the first one to review! I was like squealing my head off! Thank you so much! =)
YAY! IM HAPPY! JUST REVIEW AND REVIEW AND REVIEW!
Now back to the story..
Chapter 3 - MALFOY IS MY BEST FRIEND?!
Dinner at the Malfoy Manor went well and Oliver had fun meeting all his friends and how they turned out in the future. He even met his future best friend-Draco! At first he didn't believe it, but then he loosened up and started to like Draco. He wasn't the cold-blooded idiot from Slytherin anymore. He was kind, gentle, funny and well.Happy.
``~Flash Back~``
Oliver stared unbelievingly at His 'wife', then at Malfoy, they at his 'wife' again. "You mean to tell me," Oliver said slowly.
"That-that Malfoy over there is MY BEST FRIEND?" Hermione nodded, suppressing a laugh. Oliver made a face. "That's not possible!" he said.
"Oh get out of the past, already!" Hermione said, poking his rib. "Well that's kind of hard considering I'M FROM THE PAST!" Oliver replied smartly.
Hermione punched him. "Shut up! Keep your voice down! You don't want everyone to know, right?" Oliver rubbed his arm. "For a skinny chick you punch hard," he said.
"Oh You!" Hermione punched him again. "Stop! Okay, I'm sorry! Sheesh!" Oliver said, holding his hands up as a shield. Hermione giggled. "Mind telling me how he became my best friend?" Oliver asked curiously. Hermione shrugged. "Why not? Let's see . . .oh yes. Draco wanted ever so badly to date Ginny and well, with *Ron* that didn't seem humanly possible. To make a long story short, you got Ginny and Draco together and even managed to convince all six weasley brothers to give him their blessing. Not to mention Molly and Arthur!"
Oliver looked quite shocked. "Seems like I did a lot for Malfoy there," he said. "Yes, you did. And you did a lot for Ginny too." Hermione added.
"Like what?" Oliver asked. Hermione shook her head and giggled. "No can do. If I tell you anything else, you won't look up to the future anymore."
"Good point." Oliver said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Can we leave early?" he asked. Hermione cocked her head. "Why's that?" she asked. "Well . . . I want to see what kind of house I live in."
``~End flashback~``
"Here we are," Hermione said. She took her hands off of Oliver's eyes. "Oh my-" Oliver breathed. He was standing in the middle of a well-furnished circular room. The floor was made of marble. "Oh my gosh, Hermione." Oliver looked up and stared at a scarlet ceiling with an elegant chandelier hanging from it. "I'll leave you to soak up your surroundings. I'll be in the library if you need me."
Oliver barely heard her. He had never seen a house as elegant and mysterious as this. Even the Malfoy manor didn't come close! This house was so. . .so. . .breathtaking. He felt instantly right at home.
He loved the large oak door with the lion doorknocker all the way up to the scarlet roof. He let out a low whistle. "Whoa. . .this place is heavenly. . ." he said to himself. He plopped down onto the soft, velvety sofa. "Oh my gosh, it's so comfortable!" he exclaimed.
I wonder what else is in this beauty? He wondered. He didn't care if Hermione wasn't there right now. He just needed and wanted to explore his- palace.
After hours of wandering about, he finally stumbled into a large, circular room filled with shelves and shelves of books! "There must be over a million books here!" he cried out loud. The shelves reached the ceiling and they were stacked with different kinds of books.
He finally noticed a person sitting down on one of those soft, velvety chairs. It was Hermione, buried deep in the book, not once moving. He took this chance to observe her more.
She was beautiful. He let a small smile escape his lips before approaching her. "H'lo, Hermione. What're you reading?" he asked in his thick Scottish accent. She looked up at him and smiled. "I'm reading Ophelia. Have you heard of that book?" she asked, neatly folding her legs to the side. She had her reading glasses on.
"I didn't know you wore glasses," Oliver said. Hermione ignored him and put the book down. "Have you explored the house?" she asked, getting up. "Yes. It's so majestic." She smiled at the admiration in his voice. He seemed so calm in here. "I know it's not as big as the Malfoy manor but it's good, right?" she asked.
"Good? Heck! It's even better than that stinky old Malfoy Manor!" Oliver exclaimed. Hermione giggled. "Oh Oliver," she said as she gently kissed his chin. Oliver tilted his head a little and let his lips brush against hers.
She pulled back slowly. "Did you go out back?" she asked. Oliver licked his lips. "We have a garden?" he asked. She nodded. "Come on, I'll show you." She laced her fingers with his and led him to some French doors leading into the garden.
Oliver's eyes widened. "Hermione it's. . .it's. . ." he fell to his knees. It looked like some sort of fantasy forest. There were lush tropical trees and plants all around. Large, colorful flowers of every kind bloomed everywhere. "It's so green!" he gasped. Hermione laughed.
His eyes fell to the majestic waterfall in front of him. The clear, blue water rushed down from a cliff and poured into a huge, clear pool of icy water. The sound of falling water was soothing and enchanting. Musical, even!
Oliver was speechless. The garden was enthralling. "This isn't a garden, Hermione. It's a magical forest!"
Hermione laughed once again. All around, Oliver could hear birds chirping. A flock of geese flew overhead, forming a perfect V shape. Oliver saw a toucan resting by a huge tree that was thrice as tall as the tallest mountain on earth.
Some vines hung down from the trees and Oliver could see all kinds of birds perched on them. "Oh, did I mention Nadia gave birth?" Hermione asked softly. "Nadia? Who's Nadia?"
"It's our deer. She gave birth to a wonderful calf (is that what you call a baby deer?). We named her Isabella." Hermione said. Oliver caught sight of a small deer prancing about. "Is that Isabella?" he asked. She nodded.
"Go ahead." Hermione urged. Oliver stood up and walked toward Isabella. The deer saw him and shied away. "It's okay, girl. Com here," Oliver whispered. Isabella reluctantly went near him. Oliver stroked the back of her head. "She's beautiful," he said to no one in particular.
Isabella had a shiny brown coat with some white spots. She also had long lashes covering her big, curious brown eyes. "Where's your mother, girl?" Oliver asked. Isabella motioned to the waterfall where a deer and a stag were drinking water.
"That's your dad, then? And your mom?" Oliver asked. Somehow, he connected with Isabella and he knew what she was saying. "What's your father's name?" he asked.
Isabella blinked. Somehow he knew that the stag's name was Domen. "Domen, is it?" Isabella smiled and galloped to her parents. Hermione came up beside Oliver. "Let's go inside." She said.
Once they were inside, Oliver lost that enchanted feeling and was replaced by a calm one. "This house is wondrous!" he said. Hermione nodded. "It took 1 year and 8 months to put it all together but it was worth it." She said. "Way worth it." Oliver agreed. Hermione felt Oliver's strong arms around her. "So totally worth it." He whispered into her ear.
That's the end of chapter three! Hope you enjoyed it! REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW! =)