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And now, on with the story!
Chapter 6 --- Dazzling broom rides and smalltalk
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Oliver found himself in the great hall. "Oliver, mate. Just in time for dinner. I haven't seen you in a while. Dumbledore said you were on a family trip thing. How was India?" George Weasley asked, patting him on the back. "India?" Oliver looked at Dumbledore who smiled at him. Oliver smiled back. [That Dumbledore] he thought. Oliver sat down between the Weasley twins. He started to dig in when he felt like he should look up. He did, and sitting right in front of him, right across him was Hermione Granger. She was currently a 3rd year who loved to read and such. Instead of eating, she had a large piece of parchment and she was busily scribbling down some very important notes.
He decided to talk to her. "Hello, Hermione." He said. She did not reply. Obviously, she was in deep concentration. [Oh well. I'll see her anyway in the common room] he mused. Oliver went back to his trifles and pumpkin juice. (A/N are/is trifle food?)
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After dinner, Oliver headed straight to the Gryffindor tower. He took a nice hot shower before slipping into bed. After an hour of tossing and turning, Oliver decided he just couldn't sleep!
Carefully and quietly, he slipped out of bed and crept into the common room. There was a blazing fire in the fireplace. Oliver sighed and sat down on a couch. "This is awfully lumpy," he muttered. "Are you saying that I am lumpy?" came a soft but sharp voice. Oliver jumped up and whirled around. "Hermione?"
"Yes, that's my name." She snapped. Oliver noticed that she was in a silk nightgown with a flower in the middle. He thought she looked like a doll.
"So, why are you here?" he asked. She huffed. "Well why are *you* here?" she demanded. Oliver shrugged. "Couldn't sleep." He said. "Well there you have it," she replied, grabbing a nearby pillow and cuddling it.
"Well why couldn't you sleep then?" Oliver pressed. He decided that slow and steady wins the race. He couldn't be fast with her or else she would be afraid of him or something. Oliver decided to get to know her better and be her friend. You know, let things happen on its own.
"I just couldn't. That's a stupid question." She snapped. Oliver chuckled. "And that's a stupid answer."
Hermione frowned. "Shall I tell you why I couldn't sleep?" Oliver asked. Hermione shook her head. "No thank you."
Oliver ignored this. "Well I'll tell you anyway," he said. "I had a dream about-"
"Quidditch."
"Yes! How did you know?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh I don't know." she said sarcastically. "Please, go on."
Oliver nodded. "Well anyways, I was out of the quidditch pitch and I see this bird."
"A bird?"
"Yeah, or maybe a falcon. I don't know. What do you want it to be?"
"I like the falcon."
"Alright then, it was a falcon. So, I'm flying, right? The falcon knocks me off my broom and-"
"You fall off."
"Right! How did you know that?"
"Oliver, don't be stupid."
"How would you know? Maybe it didn't knock me off my broom!"
"It did."
"Okay, so it did." Hermione had to suppress a laugh. Oliver frowned in a boyish kind of way, like a small boy being upset for not being able to see superman or something.
Finally, Hermione let out a long, loud giggle. Oliver looked surprised. "Why are you laughing?" he asked. "You made that whole dream up!" Hermione said between giggles. This time, Oliver joined in and laughed with her.
After a few minutes, the laughter died down and all that could be heard was the crackling of the fire. "An angel passed by," Oliver whispered. Hermione looked up at him with a quizzical look on her face.
"Oh, it's nothing. It's just that after you laugh or talk for a long time and suddenly fall quiet, they say an angel is passing by." Oliver explained.
"That's beautiful, Oliver. Did you make that up too?" Hermione asked him. He blushed wildly. "N-no, I heard it somewhere." He mumbled. She smiled warmly at him. "Well nevertheless, it was beautiful."
"Hey, Oliver? Just a question but um-don't you think of anything other than quidditch?" Hermione instantly regretted saying that. Would he kill her?
Surprisingly, no. He laughed. "Yes. I think about well, a lot of things like well, school for one thing. I love school." Hermione's eyes widened. "You think about school?" she asked, incredulously.
"What, you thought I was a brainless jock?" Oliver joked. Hermione turned deep red. "You mean you actually *thought* that of me?" Oliver gasped.
"I-I didn't know you. Besides, that doesn't matter right?" she asked hopefully. Oliver thought a minute. "Well, I'm now wondering how many more people think that."
"Oliver, I was joking!" Hermione insisted. "No you weren't." Oliver said firmly. Hermione sighed. "Whatever. Think what you want to think!" She crossed her arms over her chest and looked the other way.
Oliver chuckled. "Want to go for a broom ride, Herm?"
"Since when did you call me Herm?" she asked, still not looking at him. "Since now," he replied nonchalantly. He stood up. "Where are you going?" Hermione asked. "Off to get my broom and my cloak." Oliver disappeared for a short while and came trudging back into the common room with a cloak in one hand and a broom in the other.
"Well have fun then," Hermione said flatly. "Oh I will," Oliver said. He grabbed her hand and Hermione let out a small shriek.
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The air was crisp and cool. Oliver still held on to Hermione knowing that if he let go, she would run away. "Let go of me, Oliver wood! What do you think you are doing?"
"Why, giving you the best night of your life, of course! What else?"
Hermione snorted. "You know, if you keep doing that, I'll start to think you are a pig."
"OLIVER WOOD!"
"Shut up a minute, herm! Come on!" He mounted his broom and motioned Hermione to get on. "No way." She shook her head firmly. "Yes way," he said. He pulled her onto the broom and took off. Hermione's shrill cries filled the air.
"If I get caught I swear I'll-"
Oliver dipped (you know, the thingy you do with airplanes and stuff). "OH MY GOSH, OLIVERRRR!!!!" Hermione screeched. "HOLD ME, YOU STUPID OAF!"
Oliver grinned. He tightened his grip around Hermione's waist. "Having fun, Herm?"
"NO!"
Oliver flew over a sparkling lake. "Hey, Hermione, Look down!" he exclaimed childishly. "Look down!"
"I *will* not!"
"You're missing it! Look down! I won't let go of you!"
"NO!"
"It's beautiful! Come on!" Hermione opened one eye and gasped. "Oh my . . ." she trailed off. Oliver had stopped above the lake. It was glassy and calm. "Wow," she breathed.
Oliver smiled and flew lower, allowing Hermione to touch the water. "It's so majestic at night." She said. "What say we stop and rest by the lakeside?" Oliver suggested. "That would be lovely," Hermione agreed.
Oliver set his broom down beside him and he plopped down beside Hermione. He caught her shivering. "Cold?" he asked. "A little bit but it's nothing I can't handle."
"Liar," he said, removing is cloak and wrapping it around her. Hermione gave him a small smile. "Thank you." She said. They were quiet for about a while, just gazing up at the sky.
"Why did you take me here?" Hermione asked. "I don't know." Oliver replied, still looking at the stars. "But it was worth it, all that screaming and pleading from you. Look at you now; calm as a flobberworm."
Hermione laughed softly and leaned her head on Oliver's shoulder. He looked down at her.
Hermione, now aware of what she had done, quickly stood up. "I'm sorry, I-" she stammered. "No, sit down. It's okay, it's fine with me." Oliver assured her, giving her the warmest smile he could muster. Hermione still looked a little flushed but sat down anyway.
"What about you, Oliver? Don't you feel cold in your shorts and everything?"
"Nah. Well, yeah, maybe but that's okay. I'm used to it. Keep the cloak." He said. She smiled at him. "Okay, if you're sure."
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Hermione and Oliver had a wonderful night talking about history, literature, quidditch and their ambitions in life.
Now they were back in the common room at 3:20 in the morning. Oliver yawned. "I think I may be able to fall asleep now," he said. Hermione too, yawned and nodded. "Me too." There was an awkward silence for a while, and Hermione now became aware of how close they were standing to each other.
She could hear Oliver's steady breathing. Hermione backed away a bit and began fidgeting with her hand. "Um . . .well, thanks again." She said, looking down. Oliver cocked his head and grinned. "Sure. No problem. We should do this more often, eh?" he asked.
Hermione let out a nervous little giggle. "Maybe. Well, I'll see you- around?"
Oliver nodded. "Goodnight," he said. He bent down and gave Hermione a little peck on the cheek and went into the boys' dormitory. "Wait!" Hermione called. "You forgot your cloak!" but the door was already shut.
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YAY! CHAPTER 6 IS DONE!!!! WOOHOOOO!!!!! Anyway, it's already the week of my exams so I HAVE TO STUDY. Just to tell you guys I won't be able to update until December 20. My grades aren't that great so I have to pull them up if I want to pass. . .so I hope you all understand! DECEMBER 20, YOU'LL HAVE CHAPTER 7 BY THEN! Anyway, keep reading and reviewing because it's FUN!!! Love you all! =)
Thanks to these lovely 100x people!
Hogwarts-drama-queen --- thank you! Yes, I will update (200x) soon! =)
Fantasy-angel --- hey there! You're review totally rocked! Made me feel good! =) REALLY! What, you don't believe me? Hehe! =)
Care-bear janiney --- yup, Oliver's back! Wonder how he'll deal with Hermione. . . hmm. . . thanks for reviewing! =)
Catwngs --- oh! Gosh! Thanks so much! I was starting to think that everyone thought of me as a dork for not swearing! =) and I agree, it gets annoying sometimes when the F word is in every sentence. Thanks! =)
Jesse S --- thank you and I will! =)
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And now, on with the story!
Chapter 6 --- Dazzling broom rides and smalltalk
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Oliver found himself in the great hall. "Oliver, mate. Just in time for dinner. I haven't seen you in a while. Dumbledore said you were on a family trip thing. How was India?" George Weasley asked, patting him on the back. "India?" Oliver looked at Dumbledore who smiled at him. Oliver smiled back. [That Dumbledore] he thought. Oliver sat down between the Weasley twins. He started to dig in when he felt like he should look up. He did, and sitting right in front of him, right across him was Hermione Granger. She was currently a 3rd year who loved to read and such. Instead of eating, she had a large piece of parchment and she was busily scribbling down some very important notes.
He decided to talk to her. "Hello, Hermione." He said. She did not reply. Obviously, she was in deep concentration. [Oh well. I'll see her anyway in the common room] he mused. Oliver went back to his trifles and pumpkin juice. (A/N are/is trifle food?)
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After dinner, Oliver headed straight to the Gryffindor tower. He took a nice hot shower before slipping into bed. After an hour of tossing and turning, Oliver decided he just couldn't sleep!
Carefully and quietly, he slipped out of bed and crept into the common room. There was a blazing fire in the fireplace. Oliver sighed and sat down on a couch. "This is awfully lumpy," he muttered. "Are you saying that I am lumpy?" came a soft but sharp voice. Oliver jumped up and whirled around. "Hermione?"
"Yes, that's my name." She snapped. Oliver noticed that she was in a silk nightgown with a flower in the middle. He thought she looked like a doll.
"So, why are you here?" he asked. She huffed. "Well why are *you* here?" she demanded. Oliver shrugged. "Couldn't sleep." He said. "Well there you have it," she replied, grabbing a nearby pillow and cuddling it.
"Well why couldn't you sleep then?" Oliver pressed. He decided that slow and steady wins the race. He couldn't be fast with her or else she would be afraid of him or something. Oliver decided to get to know her better and be her friend. You know, let things happen on its own.
"I just couldn't. That's a stupid question." She snapped. Oliver chuckled. "And that's a stupid answer."
Hermione frowned. "Shall I tell you why I couldn't sleep?" Oliver asked. Hermione shook her head. "No thank you."
Oliver ignored this. "Well I'll tell you anyway," he said. "I had a dream about-"
"Quidditch."
"Yes! How did you know?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh I don't know." she said sarcastically. "Please, go on."
Oliver nodded. "Well anyways, I was out of the quidditch pitch and I see this bird."
"A bird?"
"Yeah, or maybe a falcon. I don't know. What do you want it to be?"
"I like the falcon."
"Alright then, it was a falcon. So, I'm flying, right? The falcon knocks me off my broom and-"
"You fall off."
"Right! How did you know that?"
"Oliver, don't be stupid."
"How would you know? Maybe it didn't knock me off my broom!"
"It did."
"Okay, so it did." Hermione had to suppress a laugh. Oliver frowned in a boyish kind of way, like a small boy being upset for not being able to see superman or something.
Finally, Hermione let out a long, loud giggle. Oliver looked surprised. "Why are you laughing?" he asked. "You made that whole dream up!" Hermione said between giggles. This time, Oliver joined in and laughed with her.
After a few minutes, the laughter died down and all that could be heard was the crackling of the fire. "An angel passed by," Oliver whispered. Hermione looked up at him with a quizzical look on her face.
"Oh, it's nothing. It's just that after you laugh or talk for a long time and suddenly fall quiet, they say an angel is passing by." Oliver explained.
"That's beautiful, Oliver. Did you make that up too?" Hermione asked him. He blushed wildly. "N-no, I heard it somewhere." He mumbled. She smiled warmly at him. "Well nevertheless, it was beautiful."
"Hey, Oliver? Just a question but um-don't you think of anything other than quidditch?" Hermione instantly regretted saying that. Would he kill her?
Surprisingly, no. He laughed. "Yes. I think about well, a lot of things like well, school for one thing. I love school." Hermione's eyes widened. "You think about school?" she asked, incredulously.
"What, you thought I was a brainless jock?" Oliver joked. Hermione turned deep red. "You mean you actually *thought* that of me?" Oliver gasped.
"I-I didn't know you. Besides, that doesn't matter right?" she asked hopefully. Oliver thought a minute. "Well, I'm now wondering how many more people think that."
"Oliver, I was joking!" Hermione insisted. "No you weren't." Oliver said firmly. Hermione sighed. "Whatever. Think what you want to think!" She crossed her arms over her chest and looked the other way.
Oliver chuckled. "Want to go for a broom ride, Herm?"
"Since when did you call me Herm?" she asked, still not looking at him. "Since now," he replied nonchalantly. He stood up. "Where are you going?" Hermione asked. "Off to get my broom and my cloak." Oliver disappeared for a short while and came trudging back into the common room with a cloak in one hand and a broom in the other.
"Well have fun then," Hermione said flatly. "Oh I will," Oliver said. He grabbed her hand and Hermione let out a small shriek.
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The air was crisp and cool. Oliver still held on to Hermione knowing that if he let go, she would run away. "Let go of me, Oliver wood! What do you think you are doing?"
"Why, giving you the best night of your life, of course! What else?"
Hermione snorted. "You know, if you keep doing that, I'll start to think you are a pig."
"OLIVER WOOD!"
"Shut up a minute, herm! Come on!" He mounted his broom and motioned Hermione to get on. "No way." She shook her head firmly. "Yes way," he said. He pulled her onto the broom and took off. Hermione's shrill cries filled the air.
"If I get caught I swear I'll-"
Oliver dipped (you know, the thingy you do with airplanes and stuff). "OH MY GOSH, OLIVERRRR!!!!" Hermione screeched. "HOLD ME, YOU STUPID OAF!"
Oliver grinned. He tightened his grip around Hermione's waist. "Having fun, Herm?"
"NO!"
Oliver flew over a sparkling lake. "Hey, Hermione, Look down!" he exclaimed childishly. "Look down!"
"I *will* not!"
"You're missing it! Look down! I won't let go of you!"
"NO!"
"It's beautiful! Come on!" Hermione opened one eye and gasped. "Oh my . . ." she trailed off. Oliver had stopped above the lake. It was glassy and calm. "Wow," she breathed.
Oliver smiled and flew lower, allowing Hermione to touch the water. "It's so majestic at night." She said. "What say we stop and rest by the lakeside?" Oliver suggested. "That would be lovely," Hermione agreed.
Oliver set his broom down beside him and he plopped down beside Hermione. He caught her shivering. "Cold?" he asked. "A little bit but it's nothing I can't handle."
"Liar," he said, removing is cloak and wrapping it around her. Hermione gave him a small smile. "Thank you." She said. They were quiet for about a while, just gazing up at the sky.
"Why did you take me here?" Hermione asked. "I don't know." Oliver replied, still looking at the stars. "But it was worth it, all that screaming and pleading from you. Look at you now; calm as a flobberworm."
Hermione laughed softly and leaned her head on Oliver's shoulder. He looked down at her.
Hermione, now aware of what she had done, quickly stood up. "I'm sorry, I-" she stammered. "No, sit down. It's okay, it's fine with me." Oliver assured her, giving her the warmest smile he could muster. Hermione still looked a little flushed but sat down anyway.
"What about you, Oliver? Don't you feel cold in your shorts and everything?"
"Nah. Well, yeah, maybe but that's okay. I'm used to it. Keep the cloak." He said. She smiled at him. "Okay, if you're sure."
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Hermione and Oliver had a wonderful night talking about history, literature, quidditch and their ambitions in life.
Now they were back in the common room at 3:20 in the morning. Oliver yawned. "I think I may be able to fall asleep now," he said. Hermione too, yawned and nodded. "Me too." There was an awkward silence for a while, and Hermione now became aware of how close they were standing to each other.
She could hear Oliver's steady breathing. Hermione backed away a bit and began fidgeting with her hand. "Um . . .well, thanks again." She said, looking down. Oliver cocked his head and grinned. "Sure. No problem. We should do this more often, eh?" he asked.
Hermione let out a nervous little giggle. "Maybe. Well, I'll see you- around?"
Oliver nodded. "Goodnight," he said. He bent down and gave Hermione a little peck on the cheek and went into the boys' dormitory. "Wait!" Hermione called. "You forgot your cloak!" but the door was already shut.
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YAY! CHAPTER 6 IS DONE!!!! WOOHOOOO!!!!! Anyway, it's already the week of my exams so I HAVE TO STUDY. Just to tell you guys I won't be able to update until December 20. My grades aren't that great so I have to pull them up if I want to pass. . .so I hope you all understand! DECEMBER 20, YOU'LL HAVE CHAPTER 7 BY THEN! Anyway, keep reading and reviewing because it's FUN!!! Love you all! =)