Push Me
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I just really wanted to make a good fic for Herm
and Oliver.
Oliver Wood-16 (6th year)
Harry Potter- 15 (5th year)
Ron Weasley-15 (5th year)
Hermione Granger- 15 (5th year)
Fred and George Weasley-16 (6th year)
Chapter 1
Hermione Granger stepped outside of the school into the fresh autumn air and sighed heavily. She was having problems coping again but, she'd get back on track. Her only problem was how to hide it from Ron and Harry. They knew almost everything about her. They also knew when she hid something from them.
Lost in her own thoughts she didn't see where she was going and bumped into another person. Before she could fall she was caught by a pair of arms.
"Sorry," she said looking up at her rescuer. Oliver Wood. "I-I wasn't watching where I was going."
"No problem. Hermione," he said looking slightly flushed. "Would you, uh, like to take a walk with me? I want to talk to you." He gestured to the path that traced around the lake and grounds.
"Sure," Hermione agreed. She had no idea why Oliver would want to talk to her unless it had something to do with one of her friends and Quidditch.
They walked around through the paths that intertwined around Hogwarts before Hermione asked the question that had been on her mind since she agreed to walk with Oliver.
"Oliver, what did you want to talk to me about ? Is something wrong with the guys on the team?"
"Um," Oliver started. "Why don't we go over there? We could sit and talk." He pointed towards a weeping willow on the edge of the grounds near Hagrids' hut.
"Sure." She said and followed him to a spot under the tree. "So," she prompted.
"Hermione, you're not going out with anyone are you?" Oliver said suddenly.
"No. Oliver, what has this got to do with anything?"
"I just was going to...," Oliver trailed off nervously.
"Oliver, spit...it...out."
"Hermione, I like you," he said softly. He looked suddenly shy to Hermione and she realized that it was the first time she'd ever been close enough to see how brown his eyes were. They were soft and intensely gazing into her own searching for any type of reaction. He got one. Hermione's mouth dropped open and she got up shaking her head.
"No. No, you don't," she denied quickly jumping up and brushing off her uniform. Oliver stood quickly and tried to grab at Hermione's hand. Hermione jerked away quickly.
"Yes I do. I was wondering if-"
"I'm sorry, I have to go," Hermione turned and ran leaving Oliver behind. Oliver sighed and sat back down on cool ground.
"Stupid," he said to himself laying on his back. He hadn't planned on her rejecting him. He'd hoped, actually he'd thought, she'd accept it. He followed the path Hermione had taken back to the castle. He hoped that he still had a chance, and if he didn't, he'd make one.
"Hey, Hermione," Ron greeted as Hermione walked into the breakfast hall. He took notice of her facial expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing. I'm just a little tired that's all. What's for breakfast I'm starved?" changing the subject usually worked with them. It didn't work this time.
"Hermione," Harry sighed impatiently. He put his fork down and gave all of his attention to Hermione. "What's going on with you? Where have you been?"
"Well...I was outside taking a walk and Oliver joined me-" Hermione babbled.
"Wood?" Ron asked stopping his assault on his bacon.
"Yeah. Anyway, he was walking with me when-," Hermione stopped as the boy in question entered the Great Hall. He headed towards their table his eyes trained, shamelessly, on Hermione.
"Hey, Wood," Ron and Harry said at once. Oliver nodded his greeting, never once taking his eyes off Hermione.
"Mind if I sit with you guys?" he asked Ron and Harry knowing Hermione would not answer.
"No problem," Harry answered. He raised an eyebrow. "But, don't you usually sit with the Quidditch team?"
"Yeah , but I figured it's time to expand my friendships," he said looking pointedly at Hermione.
Harry and Ron looked from Oliver to Hermione curiously. Hermione got up, muttering about going to the library to study, and walked quickly out of the great hall. Oliver sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought.
"Wood, what's going on with you and Hermione?" Ron asked boldly. "She came in here all bugged out. She said something about talking to you but stopped just as soon as you came into the room. Then just as you sit down she takes off."
"I like her," was the simple answer Oliver gave. Ron and Harry chocked on their bacon. After they could breath again they both looked at Wood menacingly.
"You'd better not be joking," Harry warned. He picked up his fork and pointed it at Wood.
"I'm not." Wood said ignoring Harry and loading his plate with food.
"Does she know?" Ron asked.
"Yes. She's avoiding me now. I don't think she believes me." He said chewing on a biscuit.
"What are you going to do?" Harry asked.
"Win her over." Oliver said as though it was natural.
"Yeah, but," Harry paused. "When did this happen?"
"I've liked Hermione ever since she first came here. I've only just realized how much."
"That's good, because Harry and I weren't sure if we keep all the boys away after her appearance at the ball last year," Ron confided.
"You won't have to if I can get her to believe me." Oliver got up from the table still stuffing food in his mouth.
"Where're you going?"
"Library."
"Don't forget about the Quidditch match."
"I won't." Harry turned to Ron as Oliver left the table.
"Do you think we should warn him?" Harry asked watching Oliver leave.
"About Hermione?" Ron asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah."
"No. He'll find out soon enough himself. He's a big boy. He can handle it."
Chapter 1
Hermione Granger stepped outside of the school into the fresh autumn air and sighed heavily. She was having problems coping again but, she'd get back on track. Her only problem was how to hide it from Ron and Harry. They knew almost everything about her. They also knew when she hid something from them.
Lost in her own thoughts she didn't see where she was going and bumped into another person. Before she could fall she was caught by a pair of arms.
"Sorry," she said looking up at her rescuer. Oliver Wood. "I-I wasn't watching where I was going."
"No problem. Hermione," he said looking slightly flushed. "Would you, uh, like to take a walk with me? I want to talk to you." He gestured to the path that traced around the lake and grounds.
"Sure," Hermione agreed. She had no idea why Oliver would want to talk to her unless it had something to do with one of her friends and Quidditch.
They walked around through the paths that intertwined around Hogwarts before Hermione asked the question that had been on her mind since she agreed to walk with Oliver.
"Oliver, what did you want to talk to me about ? Is something wrong with the guys on the team?"
"Um," Oliver started. "Why don't we go over there? We could sit and talk." He pointed towards a weeping willow on the edge of the grounds near Hagrids' hut.
"Sure." She said and followed him to a spot under the tree. "So," she prompted.
"Hermione, you're not going out with anyone are you?" Oliver said suddenly.
"No. Oliver, what has this got to do with anything?"
"I just was going to...," Oliver trailed off nervously.
"Oliver, spit...it...out."
"Hermione, I like you," he said softly. He looked suddenly shy to Hermione and she realized that it was the first time she'd ever been close enough to see how brown his eyes were. They were soft and intensely gazing into her own searching for any type of reaction. He got one. Hermione's mouth dropped open and she got up shaking her head.
"No. No, you don't," she denied quickly jumping up and brushing off her uniform. Oliver stood quickly and tried to grab at Hermione's hand. Hermione jerked away quickly.
"Yes I do. I was wondering if-"
"I'm sorry, I have to go," Hermione turned and ran leaving Oliver behind. Oliver sighed and sat back down on cool ground.
"Stupid," he said to himself laying on his back. He hadn't planned on her rejecting him. He'd hoped, actually he'd thought, she'd accept it. He followed the path Hermione had taken back to the castle. He hoped that he still had a chance, and if he didn't, he'd make one.
"Hey, Hermione," Ron greeted as Hermione walked into the breakfast hall. He took notice of her facial expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing. I'm just a little tired that's all. What's for breakfast I'm starved?" changing the subject usually worked with them. It didn't work this time.
"Hermione," Harry sighed impatiently. He put his fork down and gave all of his attention to Hermione. "What's going on with you? Where have you been?"
"Well...I was outside taking a walk and Oliver joined me-" Hermione babbled.
"Wood?" Ron asked stopping his assault on his bacon.
"Yeah. Anyway, he was walking with me when-," Hermione stopped as the boy in question entered the Great Hall. He headed towards their table his eyes trained, shamelessly, on Hermione.
"Hey, Wood," Ron and Harry said at once. Oliver nodded his greeting, never once taking his eyes off Hermione.
"Mind if I sit with you guys?" he asked Ron and Harry knowing Hermione would not answer.
"No problem," Harry answered. He raised an eyebrow. "But, don't you usually sit with the Quidditch team?"
"Yeah , but I figured it's time to expand my friendships," he said looking pointedly at Hermione.
Harry and Ron looked from Oliver to Hermione curiously. Hermione got up, muttering about going to the library to study, and walked quickly out of the great hall. Oliver sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought.
"Wood, what's going on with you and Hermione?" Ron asked boldly. "She came in here all bugged out. She said something about talking to you but stopped just as soon as you came into the room. Then just as you sit down she takes off."
"I like her," was the simple answer Oliver gave. Ron and Harry chocked on their bacon. After they could breath again they both looked at Wood menacingly.
"You'd better not be joking," Harry warned. He picked up his fork and pointed it at Wood.
"I'm not." Wood said ignoring Harry and loading his plate with food.
"Does she know?" Ron asked.
"Yes. She's avoiding me now. I don't think she believes me." He said chewing on a biscuit.
"What are you going to do?" Harry asked.
"Win her over." Oliver said as though it was natural.
"Yeah, but," Harry paused. "When did this happen?"
"I've liked Hermione ever since she first came here. I've only just realized how much."
"That's good, because Harry and I weren't sure if we keep all the boys away after her appearance at the ball last year," Ron confided.
"You won't have to if I can get her to believe me." Oliver got up from the table still stuffing food in his mouth.
"Where're you going?"
"Library."
"Don't forget about the Quidditch match."
"I won't." Harry turned to Ron as Oliver left the table.
"Do you think we should warn him?" Harry asked watching Oliver leave.
"About Hermione?" Ron asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah."
"No. He'll find out soon enough himself. He's a big boy. He can handle it."
