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Chapter 4 - I have to go back.
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Oliver woke up with the sun shining on his face. The soft, satin sheets covered him and kept him warm. He rolled to his side and stroked Hermione's arm, but there was only one thing missing.
Hermione's arm.
"Herm?" Oliver stifled a yawn and slowly opened his eyes. No Hermione at all. He got up and went into the bathroom. Nope. Still no Hermione. Oliver threw on a shirt and dashed down the stairs. Where the heck was she?
He instantly went for the garden forest (as he now called it). Sure enough, there was Hermione, sitting by the edge of the waterfall under a huge oak tree reading a book with Isabella resting beside her. He breathed a sigh of relief and started towards her.
"Hey," he said. She smiled up at him and returned to her reading. "You're up early," he said, in attempt to start a conversation. "I couldn't sleep last night." She said. Isabella slowly got up and walked to the other side of the waterfall for a drink of water.
"Hey Herm?" Oliver said. He wanted to tell her how much he had started to love her. He wanted to tell her that he would stick by her through everything. He would help heal her of her anorexia. He would make her strong again. "Hermione?" he said again.
"Hmm?" she put her book down and gazed at his dark brown eyes. "Uh, yeah. Listen, I have to tell you something." He cleared his throat nervously and took a deep breath.
"Oh!" Hermione snapped her fingers. "Yes, thank you for reminding me. I know how much you want to get back to your time. Here." She reached into her robes and pulled out a time-turner and handed it to Oliver. He stared down at it. How I hate you right now, you evil time-turner! Oliver thought.
Hermione bit her lower lip. "Yeah. Um, thanks." Oliver said awkwardly. He gave Hermione a lopsided grin. Hermione frowned. "What's wrong?" Hermione asked. Oliver raised a brow. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"I'd know that look anywhere, Mr. Wood. You only smile like that when you're hiding something. Spill it," she ordered. "Me? Hiding something? Of course not!" Oliver said innocently. Hermione didn't give in easily. "You know you can tell me. What is it?" she coaxed. Oliver sighed. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay with Hermione. *His* Hermione. He wanted to continue waking up in that beautiful house of his, he wanted to continue relaxing in the garden forest, and most of all, he wanted to continue loving Hermione. "I don't want to go." He said quietly. Neither of them spoke. The silence was deafening. He looked away. What if Hermione told him to go?
What if she wanted him to go back? The fear of rejection spread all over him. Hermione was the first to break the air. "W-why not?" she stammered. His heart fell. Did that mean she wanted him to go?
"Um.I-I," Oliver couldn't get the words out of his mouth. "I just. . ." he wanted the ground to swallow him up. His mouth was dry. "It's because-"
"I. . . the truth is. . . I want-" Oliver wiped the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Hermione put a hand over his arm and stroked him gently. "You don't have to say it, you know," she said. BUT I WANT TO! Oliver screamed inside his head.
"Iwanttostaybecauseimfallinginlovewithyouandidon'twanttogoback." Whew! Oliver let out a loud breath.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I said," Oliver ran a hand through his short brown hair. "I said that I wanted to stay."
"Why?" Hermione asked.
"Because I love you."
HERMONE'S POINT OF VIEW
I just sat there, my mouth hanging open as I processed the information Oliver had given me. He *loved* me? I mean-he LOVED ME? Oh gosh. Oh my freaking gosh. He LOVES me!
What should I do? Should I-oh come on, Hermione! This is Oliver! You're husband! Only-only he's not my husband, I mean, he's not 29-year-old Oliver! He's the 17-year-old one! Should I tell him I feel the same way? What am I saying, of COURSE I feel the same way! But what if he never goes back? What will happen if 29-year-old liver comes back?
Then I'll have TWO Olivers and that will be just-oh my gosh, I think I'm going to faint! But why am I making such a big deal out of this? I have to tell him to go back. It's the right thing to do-right?
NORMAL POV
"Oh." Hermione said, instantly regretting it. Oliver looked crushed. "Um- I'd better uh, I'd better go back now." he said.
Hermione nodded and bit her lip to stop the tears from falling. "I guess you should." Oliver sighed, heavy-hearted. He started to turn the time-turner when a hand stopped him. "No, don't." Hermione said. She had let the tears flow freely down her cheeks now. Oliver pulled her into a tight hug. "Stay with me," she whispered. He too, felt tears falling from his eyes. "I can't," he said. Hermione sobbed louder. "But you said you wanted to stay!" she protested.
"Why are we crying?" he asked her. "Why are we crying when we know that we'll still see each other?" he stroked her hair. "Don't you see? Pretty soon 29-year-old Oliver will be back from his parents' house. It's still me, Herm." He said.
"I know," Hermione said. "But don't go." She wasn't making any sense. "It's still me, Hermione-except, well, older. And I'll still see you when I get back to my time." He reasoned.
"But-"
"No buts, Hermione. And you know what else? We'll go through it all over again. Everything. Until we reach now." By this time, Hermione's sobbing had lessened. "I'll still love you."
She pulled away from him and smiled as he kissed her tears away. "Oliver?" she said. He took her bony hand and covered it with his own. "Will you at least stay until tomorrow? I mean, you won't be coming back from your parents' house until tomorrow night," Oliver nodded. "Why not?" and he kissed her again.
CHAPTER 4 IS FINISHED! YAY! REVIEWS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME! . . .duh! =)
MIRANDA --- Wow, thanks! Yeah, Oliver/Hermione fics are cute! =) I love Ginny/Draco fics too! I like to see Ginny with someone older and you know. . . her total opposite. Thanks 4 reviewing! =)
SHANNON --- oh! Right! FAWN! Hehe! =) I had an animal's baby name book somewhere I just couldn't find it. Thanks for telling me! I'll try to get it changed! =) Wow, that was embarrassing! Thanks for reviewing!
Carebear-janiney --- This is your second time to review! THANKS SO MUCH! =) Yeah, I know! Malfoy and Oliver are like total opposites but opposites attract right? Lol! Thanks again for reviewing I really appreciate it so much! It means a lot, really.
Emma Laraliean --- thanks for loving it! I am also *very much* loving your review! =)
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Chapter 4 - I have to go back.
Disclaimer: Nope, not making money so bug off. =)
Oliver woke up with the sun shining on his face. The soft, satin sheets covered him and kept him warm. He rolled to his side and stroked Hermione's arm, but there was only one thing missing.
Hermione's arm.
"Herm?" Oliver stifled a yawn and slowly opened his eyes. No Hermione at all. He got up and went into the bathroom. Nope. Still no Hermione. Oliver threw on a shirt and dashed down the stairs. Where the heck was she?
He instantly went for the garden forest (as he now called it). Sure enough, there was Hermione, sitting by the edge of the waterfall under a huge oak tree reading a book with Isabella resting beside her. He breathed a sigh of relief and started towards her.
"Hey," he said. She smiled up at him and returned to her reading. "You're up early," he said, in attempt to start a conversation. "I couldn't sleep last night." She said. Isabella slowly got up and walked to the other side of the waterfall for a drink of water.
"Hey Herm?" Oliver said. He wanted to tell her how much he had started to love her. He wanted to tell her that he would stick by her through everything. He would help heal her of her anorexia. He would make her strong again. "Hermione?" he said again.
"Hmm?" she put her book down and gazed at his dark brown eyes. "Uh, yeah. Listen, I have to tell you something." He cleared his throat nervously and took a deep breath.
"Oh!" Hermione snapped her fingers. "Yes, thank you for reminding me. I know how much you want to get back to your time. Here." She reached into her robes and pulled out a time-turner and handed it to Oliver. He stared down at it. How I hate you right now, you evil time-turner! Oliver thought.
Hermione bit her lower lip. "Yeah. Um, thanks." Oliver said awkwardly. He gave Hermione a lopsided grin. Hermione frowned. "What's wrong?" Hermione asked. Oliver raised a brow. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"I'd know that look anywhere, Mr. Wood. You only smile like that when you're hiding something. Spill it," she ordered. "Me? Hiding something? Of course not!" Oliver said innocently. Hermione didn't give in easily. "You know you can tell me. What is it?" she coaxed. Oliver sighed. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay with Hermione. *His* Hermione. He wanted to continue waking up in that beautiful house of his, he wanted to continue relaxing in the garden forest, and most of all, he wanted to continue loving Hermione. "I don't want to go." He said quietly. Neither of them spoke. The silence was deafening. He looked away. What if Hermione told him to go?
What if she wanted him to go back? The fear of rejection spread all over him. Hermione was the first to break the air. "W-why not?" she stammered. His heart fell. Did that mean she wanted him to go?
"Um.I-I," Oliver couldn't get the words out of his mouth. "I just. . ." he wanted the ground to swallow him up. His mouth was dry. "It's because-"
"I. . . the truth is. . . I want-" Oliver wiped the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Hermione put a hand over his arm and stroked him gently. "You don't have to say it, you know," she said. BUT I WANT TO! Oliver screamed inside his head.
"Iwanttostaybecauseimfallinginlovewithyouandidon'twanttogoback." Whew! Oliver let out a loud breath.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I said," Oliver ran a hand through his short brown hair. "I said that I wanted to stay."
"Why?" Hermione asked.
"Because I love you."
HERMONE'S POINT OF VIEW
I just sat there, my mouth hanging open as I processed the information Oliver had given me. He *loved* me? I mean-he LOVED ME? Oh gosh. Oh my freaking gosh. He LOVES me!
What should I do? Should I-oh come on, Hermione! This is Oliver! You're husband! Only-only he's not my husband, I mean, he's not 29-year-old Oliver! He's the 17-year-old one! Should I tell him I feel the same way? What am I saying, of COURSE I feel the same way! But what if he never goes back? What will happen if 29-year-old liver comes back?
Then I'll have TWO Olivers and that will be just-oh my gosh, I think I'm going to faint! But why am I making such a big deal out of this? I have to tell him to go back. It's the right thing to do-right?
NORMAL POV
"Oh." Hermione said, instantly regretting it. Oliver looked crushed. "Um- I'd better uh, I'd better go back now." he said.
Hermione nodded and bit her lip to stop the tears from falling. "I guess you should." Oliver sighed, heavy-hearted. He started to turn the time-turner when a hand stopped him. "No, don't." Hermione said. She had let the tears flow freely down her cheeks now. Oliver pulled her into a tight hug. "Stay with me," she whispered. He too, felt tears falling from his eyes. "I can't," he said. Hermione sobbed louder. "But you said you wanted to stay!" she protested.
"Why are we crying?" he asked her. "Why are we crying when we know that we'll still see each other?" he stroked her hair. "Don't you see? Pretty soon 29-year-old Oliver will be back from his parents' house. It's still me, Herm." He said.
"I know," Hermione said. "But don't go." She wasn't making any sense. "It's still me, Hermione-except, well, older. And I'll still see you when I get back to my time." He reasoned.
"But-"
"No buts, Hermione. And you know what else? We'll go through it all over again. Everything. Until we reach now." By this time, Hermione's sobbing had lessened. "I'll still love you."
She pulled away from him and smiled as he kissed her tears away. "Oliver?" she said. He took her bony hand and covered it with his own. "Will you at least stay until tomorrow? I mean, you won't be coming back from your parents' house until tomorrow night," Oliver nodded. "Why not?" and he kissed her again.
CHAPTER 4 IS FINISHED! YAY! REVIEWS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME! . . .duh! =)