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Chapter 7 --- Conflicts
Hermione slipped into a light blue sundress and white slip-ons. She had let Lavender do her hair in a French braid. She put on a silver necklace with an angel charm and admired herself in the mirror. She didn't look half bad. She loved the feel of the light cotton on her skin. She thought she looked very petite and feminine; not the Hermione Granger everyone knew of. Lavender did a hair spell on her to keep it in place for the next 24 hours.
It was Saturday and the students were allowed to do anything they wanted. In her case, she wanted to go for a stroll. She quickly grabbed her parasol and Oliver's cloak and dashed out the door.
"So Oliver, I've been watching you," Katie Bell said slyly. "And I can tell that someone's got a little crush on a certain 3rd year am I right?"
Oliver blushed but covered it with a grin. "Why whatever do you mean, Katie? I only have eyes for you."
Katie laughed and hugged her friend. "Come off it Oliver, it's obvious. That Granger girl has got you all wrapped around her little finger and you like it."
"Do not," Oliver replied childishly. Katie sighed. "Well you know, Oliver, if you don't do anything about it soon, she may be answering to someone else."
At this comment, Oliver's ears perked up. "Who?" he asked. Katie smirked. "That's for me to know and you to find out so I suggest you make your move."
"But what if I frighten her?" he asked, frowning. How he despised Katie at this very moment. "Just follow your heart, Wood!" she replied. Katie got up, dusted her robes and went into the castle.
Oliver sat under a large oak tree, thinking about what he should do when a certain figure caught his eye. He gasped. Hermione was on the other side of the courtyard, sitting down and reading a book. Her parasol was magically floating above her.
The sun's rays hit her in the right places, giving her a glowing effect. He soaked in her features. Her hair, her skin, her eyes . . .Oliver shook his head. She looked so peaceful just sitting there and reading in her own little world. He got up and started towards her.
"May I?" He asked. Hermione looked up at him, smiled and nodded. Oliver sat down and glanced at the book she was reading. "You like Edgar Allan Poe?" he asked.
"Not really. Well, some of his works but I decided to check him out. He's good but I like Shakespeare better, don't you?" she replied, setting down the book and gazing into his deep brown eyes.
Oliver shrugged. "They're okay but I really like Poe better. I can relate to him." Hermione raised a brow. "How so?" she asked. "Oh I don't know, really. Sometimes, I feel well . . .I creep people out."
"How do you creep people out?"
"Quidditch, I guess." Hermione laughed. "Yes, that's true!" she said, still laughing. Oliver grinned. "So, why are you in that revealing sundress?" he joked. Hermione looked horrified. "Revealing? Is it? Oh good gosh," she turned pink.
"Oh, no, no, not at all! I meant that as a joke. Sorry." Oliver said sheepishly, turning red himself. Hermione seemed doubtful. "Really, you look very pretty in that." She blushed then gave him a small smile. "Who are you trying to catch?" Oliver quipped.
"OLIVER WOOD! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?"
"I'm joking! Gads, you're so literal!"
"Well . . . you're a boy."
"No, I'm a girl." Oliver snorted. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Right. Well, anyway, since you're here, I'll tell you."
"Tell me what, Herm?"
"Maybe you could help me? There's this boy I like you see-"
"WHAT?"
Hermione gave Oliver a confused look. Oliver remembered that she didn't know about their future so he decided to just shut up and listen. "Sorry, go on." He said. Hermione nodded.
"Well anyway, I really like this boy. And well-I don't think he notices me."
"Is that why you're all dolled up today? In hopes off attracting him?"
"Uh . . . that's not the point. Anyway, he's in your year so I was wondering if you could talk to Percy and-"
"PERCY WEASELY?! YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON PERCY WEASELY?"
Hermione gasped and covered her mouth, turning bright red. "Oh my goodness, I-"
"Hermione has a crushy wushy on Percy!" Oliver sang out. But inside, he was seething! [Why the heck would she have a freaking crush on Weasley when she's supposed to be my wife in the future?] Oliver thought bitterly.
"Oh stop it Oliver! I thought you would be mature about this!" Hermione whined. Oliver just smirked at her. [I hate Percy with all my freaking guts! I thought Hermione liked *me*!]
"Oliver? Are you okay?" Hermione asked as she gently touched his arm. A strong sensation shot up Oliver's arm. He suddenly felt very vulnerable. Why should he? It was just a touch! What if she kissed him? He would probably die of excitement!
Oliver withdrew his hand a little bit too quickly. "Percy has Penelope, mind you," he said firmly. Hermione sighed. "I know, I know. But I can dream can't I?" she said sadly. Oliver would have felt sorry for her if only was wasn't so upset! His future wife like PERCY!
"It'll never work out, Herm. He has a girlfriend. You deserve someone better. Someone like . . ."
"You?"
"Why, Herm, do you say that?" Oliver asked innocently. She narrowed her eyes at him. Oliver sighed and took her hands in his. "It was a *joke*." He said softly.
"Sorry, Oliver. I guess I'm just jealous of Penelope. She's so lucky. I wonder what it would feel like to be in Percy's arms?" Oliver cringed. "Uh . . . yeah." He said. He let go of her hands.
"Say Oliver?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you think I'll have a chance with him?"
"Uhmm,"
"What does that mean?"
"Dunno."
They were quiet for a moment until Oliver broke the silence. "Out of pure curiosity," he started. "Do you think you would ever like me?"
Hermione was taken aback. "What?"
Oliver nodded and managed a weak smile. "Of course not. Just a question." Hermione could feel the tension building up and decided to make things lighter.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Here's your cloak back." She handed him his cloak but he denied it. "You keep it. I said so, remember? I want you to have it."
"Why?"
"Just do. Is that a crime?"
"No."
"Okay then. Keep it." Hermione shrugged. "Alright, if you say so. But if you'd ever want it back, just ask, okay? Oh, it's 3:15 already! I have to go. Nice chatting with you Oliver," Hermione got up, got her parasol and the cloak. "Where are you off to?" Oliver asked.
Hermione blushed. "Um . . . well, I'm supposed to deliver something to Percy from Penelope. They had a fight you see, and well, I volunteered to be their messenger for the time being."
Oliver raised a brow. "So as to get close to Percy?"
"That's-that is NONE of your business. I just want to help them get back together!" Hermione snapped defensively. Oliver suppressed a laugh and replaced it with a smirk. "Whatever you say. Can I help you deliver it?"
"Don't you have quidditch practice or something?" Hermione snapped. "Oh, touchy, touchy. I like that. Sexy." Oliver joked.
"OLIVER WOOD!" Hermione shrieked. Oliver had to cover his ears. "Good Gosh, Herm! Do you *always* have to scream my whole name out when you're mad at me?" he demanded lightly. Hermione gave an aggravated sigh and stomped off to the castle leaving a very amused Oliver Wood behind her.
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HERMIONE'S POV
Why is he hanging around me lately? Does he find pleasure in bothering me or something? Honestly, he is the most annoying boy I have ever met next to Malfoy, that is. But . . . why am I allowing him to? I usually tell people like him off.
Odd. It's like I like him being around me. He's funny, that's why, I guess. But why would he want to annoy me? I'm a nerdy little bookworm and he's . . . he's popular! He's everything a girl would ever want!
But would that mean he wants *me*? Oh come off it, Hermione! There you go again with your girlish little fantasies. No, it couldn't be. Oliver Wood just likes to annoy little girls like me. Yes, that's it. I'm a little girl to him and *nothing* more.
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NORMAL POV
Hermione gave herself a self-satisfied smile. [I am just a little girl to Oliver Wood] she thought.
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OLIVER'S POV
How can she like Percy? Ew! Percy! I love her and she likes Percy! Just great! But . . .it's a challenge and *I* love challenges! Ooh, this'll be fun! Hermione won't know what hit her!
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Oliver smirked and headed up to the Gryffindor tower. He found Hermione talking to Percy about transfiguration. He crouched behind the couch. He could hear them.
"I like transfiguration too," Hermione was saying. "But I doubt I'll ever be as good as you." Percy turned pink. "Well, with a little work and tutoring from one as good as I, maybe you'll get it. You *are* a smart girl!" Percy replied, patting her back.
Oliver grinned. Hermione was already good at transfiguration. "Oh, do you think so Percy? Would you tutor me?"
"Of course, Hermione! I'd be delighted! Why, you're like a sister to me!" Percy said cheerily. [Uh-oh] Oliver thought. He could see Hermione turn red. "A-s-sister?" she managed to choke out.
Percy nodded. "One of the best, but don't tell Ginny that," Percy, still oblivious, chuckled. "Oh. Yes. Um, right. Well, I have to go now. It's-it's- I need to um, study for something," Hermione stuttered. She quickly rushed out the portrait hole. Oliver had a good idea on where she might have run off to.
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Hermione was sitting in a dark area in the library burying herself in a 12123493 paged book. "I am *so* stupid!" Hermione muttered to herself, wiping the stray tears that glided down her cheek away.
"Well then," Came a strong, male voice said. "If you're so stupid, how come you pass your O.W.L. s so easily?"
"Oliver? What are you doing here?" Hermione closed the large book and turned to face him. "Oh I don't know. Wanted to you know, be alone."
"Good. Then I'll leave you to be with . . .yourself." Hermione stood up to leave but was stopped by Oliver pulling her into a hug. She didn't quite understand but let herself fall into his grasp and cried and cried and cried.
Oliver soothingly smoothed her hair and occasionally whispered, "Hush now," in a gentle manner.
Hermione gulped and sobbed and choked for a good 30 minutes before settling down. "Do you want to talk about it?" Oliver asked softly. Hermione sniffed. "It's Percy." She said.
Oliver nodded for her to go on. Hermione once again burst into tears. "I thought he liked me . . . I thought we could . . .we could . . . but I was- oh I'm such a stupid girl! A stupid, stupid girl! It's my entire blasted fault! I am no naïve! Why can't I see-oh I'm so stupid!"
Oliver once again, pulled her into a hug. She cried into his chest. "I'm just a little girl with stupid little girl fantasies!" she cried. Oliver rubbed her back soothingly.
"I could fill those girlish fantasies of yours if you'd just let me," he whispered. Hermione looked up at him. "What did you say?" she breathed. Oliver turned red. "Uh-I said he isn't worth your fantasies." He lied. That was close but Hermione didn't believe him. She knew what she heard.
"Is that why you've been following me all around?" she asked quietly. Oliver tried to look as innocent as he could. Hermione backed away from him.
"Herm, what are you-"
"I know what I heard, Oliver." She said firmly. Oliver gasped quietly. Oh. My. Gosh.
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Oliver's POV
Fudge! Why did I have to say that out loud! Look at her! She's stepping away from me like I'm some kind of mutant! I knew I'd scare her off! Could this change the future? It can't! I won't let it! I love her and she should get that through her thick skull! But how can I show her if she won't let me? And now she's freaking afraid of me! I'm so stupid!
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Hermione's POV
I know what I heard. I KNOW WHAT I HEARD! Oliver wants to fill my girlish fantasies? Does that mean . . .does that mean he likes me? *Me* of all people! No, it can't be! He likes Katie! Or-or Alicia! Not me. Definitely*not* me! He could never like a little bookworm like me!
But . . .but he said so! He did! Merlin, I'm going to faint! But the question is do I like him back? I don't know. Do I? He's four freaking years older than me! I know! I'll just brush it off. I'll start to ignore him. But is that the right thing to do?
No. It isn't. I'm confused! So very, very confused! What shall I do? Maybe-
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NORMAL POV
Hermione was cut off by Oliver saying something. "It was just-just to make you feel better. You know?" [Oh gads, this is killing me!] Oliver thought.
"Oh." Was all Hermione could say. "Thank you."
"Sure. Anytime." Oliver whispered. "Uh-can I walk you back to the tower?"
"No thank you. I'm capable of doing that myself,"
"Oh, right. Sorry." Oliver nodded and walked out of the library leaving a very hurt and confused Hermione behind him.
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CHAPTER 7 IS FINIS! HEHEHEH! SO IS CHAPTER 8 BUT I'M NOT POSTING IT YET! MUWAHAHAHA! =)
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THANKS TO ALL MY LOVELY REVIEWERS:
Care-bear Janiney ---- ooh! Thanks so much! I'm really freaked out right now. Though I got some time to post this new chapter up, I still have to go back and study. Thanks a lot for wishing me luck! I need it! =)
Hogwarts-drama-queen ---- hi! =) I've decided to give you all chapter seven since you're sweet! =) Hehe! Oh, guess what? I'm done with the story! Chapter 8, 9 and 10 are done! Woohoo! But I'll keep that promise about posting the last three chapters on the 20th as an early Christmas present you! =)
Gilana1 --- hey there! Actually, you know what? I hadn't thought of that! It *would* change the future, right? Hmm-you're a smart one! =)
Dracosgurl10 ---- Wow! I'm in your FAVS! How totally awesome! Thanks so much! That feels really good when I saw me there on your Favorites! You should have seen my face. I was squealing like mad! Thanks! You rock! =)
Average-Jane --- thank you lots! =) (is that right grammar?)
Fantasy-angel --- hey there! =) Thank you! I really put a lot of work into that broom ride scene. I was afraid no one would get it at all! Thankfully you did! Thank you again! Ooh, thanks also for wishing me luck with my exams! I dearly need it! Oh, and yes, Oliver remembers going to the future. Have a great holiday too! =)
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Chapter 7 --- Conflicts
Hermione slipped into a light blue sundress and white slip-ons. She had let Lavender do her hair in a French braid. She put on a silver necklace with an angel charm and admired herself in the mirror. She didn't look half bad. She loved the feel of the light cotton on her skin. She thought she looked very petite and feminine; not the Hermione Granger everyone knew of. Lavender did a hair spell on her to keep it in place for the next 24 hours.
It was Saturday and the students were allowed to do anything they wanted. In her case, she wanted to go for a stroll. She quickly grabbed her parasol and Oliver's cloak and dashed out the door.
"So Oliver, I've been watching you," Katie Bell said slyly. "And I can tell that someone's got a little crush on a certain 3rd year am I right?"
Oliver blushed but covered it with a grin. "Why whatever do you mean, Katie? I only have eyes for you."
Katie laughed and hugged her friend. "Come off it Oliver, it's obvious. That Granger girl has got you all wrapped around her little finger and you like it."
"Do not," Oliver replied childishly. Katie sighed. "Well you know, Oliver, if you don't do anything about it soon, she may be answering to someone else."
At this comment, Oliver's ears perked up. "Who?" he asked. Katie smirked. "That's for me to know and you to find out so I suggest you make your move."
"But what if I frighten her?" he asked, frowning. How he despised Katie at this very moment. "Just follow your heart, Wood!" she replied. Katie got up, dusted her robes and went into the castle.
Oliver sat under a large oak tree, thinking about what he should do when a certain figure caught his eye. He gasped. Hermione was on the other side of the courtyard, sitting down and reading a book. Her parasol was magically floating above her.
The sun's rays hit her in the right places, giving her a glowing effect. He soaked in her features. Her hair, her skin, her eyes . . .Oliver shook his head. She looked so peaceful just sitting there and reading in her own little world. He got up and started towards her.
"May I?" He asked. Hermione looked up at him, smiled and nodded. Oliver sat down and glanced at the book she was reading. "You like Edgar Allan Poe?" he asked.
"Not really. Well, some of his works but I decided to check him out. He's good but I like Shakespeare better, don't you?" she replied, setting down the book and gazing into his deep brown eyes.
Oliver shrugged. "They're okay but I really like Poe better. I can relate to him." Hermione raised a brow. "How so?" she asked. "Oh I don't know, really. Sometimes, I feel well . . .I creep people out."
"How do you creep people out?"
"Quidditch, I guess." Hermione laughed. "Yes, that's true!" she said, still laughing. Oliver grinned. "So, why are you in that revealing sundress?" he joked. Hermione looked horrified. "Revealing? Is it? Oh good gosh," she turned pink.
"Oh, no, no, not at all! I meant that as a joke. Sorry." Oliver said sheepishly, turning red himself. Hermione seemed doubtful. "Really, you look very pretty in that." She blushed then gave him a small smile. "Who are you trying to catch?" Oliver quipped.
"OLIVER WOOD! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?"
"I'm joking! Gads, you're so literal!"
"Well . . . you're a boy."
"No, I'm a girl." Oliver snorted. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Right. Well, anyway, since you're here, I'll tell you."
"Tell me what, Herm?"
"Maybe you could help me? There's this boy I like you see-"
"WHAT?"
Hermione gave Oliver a confused look. Oliver remembered that she didn't know about their future so he decided to just shut up and listen. "Sorry, go on." He said. Hermione nodded.
"Well anyway, I really like this boy. And well-I don't think he notices me."
"Is that why you're all dolled up today? In hopes off attracting him?"
"Uh . . . that's not the point. Anyway, he's in your year so I was wondering if you could talk to Percy and-"
"PERCY WEASELY?! YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON PERCY WEASELY?"
Hermione gasped and covered her mouth, turning bright red. "Oh my goodness, I-"
"Hermione has a crushy wushy on Percy!" Oliver sang out. But inside, he was seething! [Why the heck would she have a freaking crush on Weasley when she's supposed to be my wife in the future?] Oliver thought bitterly.
"Oh stop it Oliver! I thought you would be mature about this!" Hermione whined. Oliver just smirked at her. [I hate Percy with all my freaking guts! I thought Hermione liked *me*!]
"Oliver? Are you okay?" Hermione asked as she gently touched his arm. A strong sensation shot up Oliver's arm. He suddenly felt very vulnerable. Why should he? It was just a touch! What if she kissed him? He would probably die of excitement!
Oliver withdrew his hand a little bit too quickly. "Percy has Penelope, mind you," he said firmly. Hermione sighed. "I know, I know. But I can dream can't I?" she said sadly. Oliver would have felt sorry for her if only was wasn't so upset! His future wife like PERCY!
"It'll never work out, Herm. He has a girlfriend. You deserve someone better. Someone like . . ."
"You?"
"Why, Herm, do you say that?" Oliver asked innocently. She narrowed her eyes at him. Oliver sighed and took her hands in his. "It was a *joke*." He said softly.
"Sorry, Oliver. I guess I'm just jealous of Penelope. She's so lucky. I wonder what it would feel like to be in Percy's arms?" Oliver cringed. "Uh . . . yeah." He said. He let go of her hands.
"Say Oliver?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you think I'll have a chance with him?"
"Uhmm,"
"What does that mean?"
"Dunno."
They were quiet for a moment until Oliver broke the silence. "Out of pure curiosity," he started. "Do you think you would ever like me?"
Hermione was taken aback. "What?"
Oliver nodded and managed a weak smile. "Of course not. Just a question." Hermione could feel the tension building up and decided to make things lighter.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Here's your cloak back." She handed him his cloak but he denied it. "You keep it. I said so, remember? I want you to have it."
"Why?"
"Just do. Is that a crime?"
"No."
"Okay then. Keep it." Hermione shrugged. "Alright, if you say so. But if you'd ever want it back, just ask, okay? Oh, it's 3:15 already! I have to go. Nice chatting with you Oliver," Hermione got up, got her parasol and the cloak. "Where are you off to?" Oliver asked.
Hermione blushed. "Um . . . well, I'm supposed to deliver something to Percy from Penelope. They had a fight you see, and well, I volunteered to be their messenger for the time being."
Oliver raised a brow. "So as to get close to Percy?"
"That's-that is NONE of your business. I just want to help them get back together!" Hermione snapped defensively. Oliver suppressed a laugh and replaced it with a smirk. "Whatever you say. Can I help you deliver it?"
"Don't you have quidditch practice or something?" Hermione snapped. "Oh, touchy, touchy. I like that. Sexy." Oliver joked.
"OLIVER WOOD!" Hermione shrieked. Oliver had to cover his ears. "Good Gosh, Herm! Do you *always* have to scream my whole name out when you're mad at me?" he demanded lightly. Hermione gave an aggravated sigh and stomped off to the castle leaving a very amused Oliver Wood behind her.
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HERMIONE'S POV
Why is he hanging around me lately? Does he find pleasure in bothering me or something? Honestly, he is the most annoying boy I have ever met next to Malfoy, that is. But . . . why am I allowing him to? I usually tell people like him off.
Odd. It's like I like him being around me. He's funny, that's why, I guess. But why would he want to annoy me? I'm a nerdy little bookworm and he's . . . he's popular! He's everything a girl would ever want!
But would that mean he wants *me*? Oh come off it, Hermione! There you go again with your girlish little fantasies. No, it couldn't be. Oliver Wood just likes to annoy little girls like me. Yes, that's it. I'm a little girl to him and *nothing* more.
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NORMAL POV
Hermione gave herself a self-satisfied smile. [I am just a little girl to Oliver Wood] she thought.
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OLIVER'S POV
How can she like Percy? Ew! Percy! I love her and she likes Percy! Just great! But . . .it's a challenge and *I* love challenges! Ooh, this'll be fun! Hermione won't know what hit her!
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Oliver smirked and headed up to the Gryffindor tower. He found Hermione talking to Percy about transfiguration. He crouched behind the couch. He could hear them.
"I like transfiguration too," Hermione was saying. "But I doubt I'll ever be as good as you." Percy turned pink. "Well, with a little work and tutoring from one as good as I, maybe you'll get it. You *are* a smart girl!" Percy replied, patting her back.
Oliver grinned. Hermione was already good at transfiguration. "Oh, do you think so Percy? Would you tutor me?"
"Of course, Hermione! I'd be delighted! Why, you're like a sister to me!" Percy said cheerily. [Uh-oh] Oliver thought. He could see Hermione turn red. "A-s-sister?" she managed to choke out.
Percy nodded. "One of the best, but don't tell Ginny that," Percy, still oblivious, chuckled. "Oh. Yes. Um, right. Well, I have to go now. It's-it's- I need to um, study for something," Hermione stuttered. She quickly rushed out the portrait hole. Oliver had a good idea on where she might have run off to.
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Hermione was sitting in a dark area in the library burying herself in a 12123493 paged book. "I am *so* stupid!" Hermione muttered to herself, wiping the stray tears that glided down her cheek away.
"Well then," Came a strong, male voice said. "If you're so stupid, how come you pass your O.W.L. s so easily?"
"Oliver? What are you doing here?" Hermione closed the large book and turned to face him. "Oh I don't know. Wanted to you know, be alone."
"Good. Then I'll leave you to be with . . .yourself." Hermione stood up to leave but was stopped by Oliver pulling her into a hug. She didn't quite understand but let herself fall into his grasp and cried and cried and cried.
Oliver soothingly smoothed her hair and occasionally whispered, "Hush now," in a gentle manner.
Hermione gulped and sobbed and choked for a good 30 minutes before settling down. "Do you want to talk about it?" Oliver asked softly. Hermione sniffed. "It's Percy." She said.
Oliver nodded for her to go on. Hermione once again burst into tears. "I thought he liked me . . . I thought we could . . .we could . . . but I was- oh I'm such a stupid girl! A stupid, stupid girl! It's my entire blasted fault! I am no naïve! Why can't I see-oh I'm so stupid!"
Oliver once again, pulled her into a hug. She cried into his chest. "I'm just a little girl with stupid little girl fantasies!" she cried. Oliver rubbed her back soothingly.
"I could fill those girlish fantasies of yours if you'd just let me," he whispered. Hermione looked up at him. "What did you say?" she breathed. Oliver turned red. "Uh-I said he isn't worth your fantasies." He lied. That was close but Hermione didn't believe him. She knew what she heard.
"Is that why you've been following me all around?" she asked quietly. Oliver tried to look as innocent as he could. Hermione backed away from him.
"Herm, what are you-"
"I know what I heard, Oliver." She said firmly. Oliver gasped quietly. Oh. My. Gosh.
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Oliver's POV
Fudge! Why did I have to say that out loud! Look at her! She's stepping away from me like I'm some kind of mutant! I knew I'd scare her off! Could this change the future? It can't! I won't let it! I love her and she should get that through her thick skull! But how can I show her if she won't let me? And now she's freaking afraid of me! I'm so stupid!
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Hermione's POV
I know what I heard. I KNOW WHAT I HEARD! Oliver wants to fill my girlish fantasies? Does that mean . . .does that mean he likes me? *Me* of all people! No, it can't be! He likes Katie! Or-or Alicia! Not me. Definitely*not* me! He could never like a little bookworm like me!
But . . .but he said so! He did! Merlin, I'm going to faint! But the question is do I like him back? I don't know. Do I? He's four freaking years older than me! I know! I'll just brush it off. I'll start to ignore him. But is that the right thing to do?
No. It isn't. I'm confused! So very, very confused! What shall I do? Maybe-
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NORMAL POV
Hermione was cut off by Oliver saying something. "It was just-just to make you feel better. You know?" [Oh gads, this is killing me!] Oliver thought.
"Oh." Was all Hermione could say. "Thank you."
"Sure. Anytime." Oliver whispered. "Uh-can I walk you back to the tower?"
"No thank you. I'm capable of doing that myself,"
"Oh, right. Sorry." Oliver nodded and walked out of the library leaving a very hurt and confused Hermione behind him.
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CHAPTER 7 IS FINIS! HEHEHEH! SO IS CHAPTER 8 BUT I'M NOT POSTING IT YET! MUWAHAHAHA! =)
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THANKS TO ALL MY LOVELY REVIEWERS:
Care-bear Janiney ---- ooh! Thanks so much! I'm really freaked out right now. Though I got some time to post this new chapter up, I still have to go back and study. Thanks a lot for wishing me luck! I need it! =)
Hogwarts-drama-queen ---- hi! =) I've decided to give you all chapter seven since you're sweet! =) Hehe! Oh, guess what? I'm done with the story! Chapter 8, 9 and 10 are done! Woohoo! But I'll keep that promise about posting the last three chapters on the 20th as an early Christmas present you! =)
Gilana1 --- hey there! Actually, you know what? I hadn't thought of that! It *would* change the future, right? Hmm-you're a smart one! =)
Dracosgurl10 ---- Wow! I'm in your FAVS! How totally awesome! Thanks so much! That feels really good when I saw me there on your Favorites! You should have seen my face. I was squealing like mad! Thanks! You rock! =)
Average-Jane --- thank you lots! =) (is that right grammar?)
Fantasy-angel --- hey there! =) Thank you! I really put a lot of work into that broom ride scene. I was afraid no one would get it at all! Thankfully you did! Thank you again! Ooh, thanks also for wishing me luck with my exams! I dearly need it! Oh, and yes, Oliver remembers going to the future. Have a great holiday too! =)