Push Me Disclaimer: I own the plot. That is all. Thank you. 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 2
Hermione sat down on one of the chairs in the Library. This was the worst possible thing to happen to her since she'd thought Harry had died in their fourth year. How could Oliver Wood, who had been every girls main target since Hermione first came to Hogwarts, like her? Maybe he'd been joking around with her and she'd gotten the wrong idea. There was no possible way he liked her when he had all of those girls hanging on him every second of the day.
She heard the door to the library swing open and the sound of feet walking swiftly around the room. Hermione closed her eyes and prayed to Merlin that it wasn't who she thought it was.
"Hermione?"
'What, does praying not do anything anymore?' Hermione thought. She mentally made a face.
"Yes?" she answered opening her eyes.
"Why'd you leave breakfast so quickly?" Oliver asked.
"I needed to study, I told you that when I left."
"You and I both know that's not the real reason." Oliver sat down next to Hermione.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," Hermione feigned indifference. She grabbed her books and shuffled them around trying to ignore how close he was. This was wrong. She was still suppose to be getting over Krum and here she was sitting with Oliver Wood. It was so confusing. Oliver blew out a frustrated breath.
"Hermione, don't do this. I know that you don't believe me, but could you try?" He pleaded. Hermione got up and grabbed her books.
"I've got to go, Oliver. I'm tired and you've got a match to be at. You should be getting ready," Hermione tried to walk past Oliver without looking at him but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him.
"Hermione, don't ignore me," he whispered bending down to kiss her. The feeling of Oliver's lips on hers made Hermione a bit light headed and she responded for a few short seconds before regaining her senses and pushing Oliver away.
"Don't you ever do that again," she ordered as she turned away to run.
Oliver couldn't help it. He smiled. Even if she was angry with him she'd responded, and it had been such a good kiss. At least he was getting somewhere. Looking at the clock on the wall he ran out of the library to get ready for the game.

"Hey Oliver," Fred and George Weasley greeted as Oliver entered the locker room.
"Hi."
"Did you tell her?" George asked.
"Yes," Oliver sighed.
"And?" Fred prompted.
"And she ran off. She doesn't believe me and is doing her best to avoid me," Oliver said sounding frustrated.
"You can't blame her Oliver. You've had at least 100 girls hang over you every day," Katie said joining the conversation.
Ron, after much persuasion from his brothers and friends, went out for the Quidditch team to take the place of the old Chaser Angelina Johnson who'd graduated last year, looked shocked at hearing his brothers and teammates talk about Hermione. Harry joined Ron in the shock department, with his mouth open.
"You knew?" Harry and Ron asked simultaneously.
"Knew what?" Katie Bell asked.
"That Oliver likes Hermione," Ron said.
"Of course," Alicia Spinnet answered.
"Say what?" Harry's mouth dropped even lower.
"We all know," Fred told him. He grinned winningly at his younger brother and finished putting on his uniform.
"Since when?"
"Since he first started liking Herm," George told him.
"Why did everyone know but us?"
"I didn't know how you'd feel about it. Besides, what if one of you liked her? Then you'd probably have been angry and we'd have a huge problem," Oliver explained. Katie caught everyone's attention.
"Time to go," she told them.

"GRYFFINDOR WINS!" Lee Jordan shouted. Harry ran out of the crowd that was congratulating the team over to Hermione.
"Harry, that was great! You've beaten Hufflepuff! All you have to do now is beat Slytherin and Ravenclaw!" Hermione shouted jumping up and down.
"Yeah. It feels good," Harry grinned. Hermione smiled. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Oliver coming towards them.
"Excuse me," she said. "I'm kind of tired. I stayed up late studying for Herbology. I think I'm going to go lie down. Tell Ron that I said great job." She turned and walked away.
When Oliver could reach Harry he was panting from trying to get away from his fan club.
"She left?" Oliver asked astonished and out of breath.
"She left," Harry confirmed. He nodded and gave Oliver a sympathetic look.
"What am I going to do?" Oliver growled in frustration. He bent over and placed his hands on his knees to try and catch his breath as Ron ran up to Harry and Oliver, his cheeks pink from excitement.
"Where's Hermione?" he asked looking around anxiously.
"She ran off because she saw Oliver's face," Harry said grinning. Ron laughed.
"Come off, it you two. I have a huge problem on my hands. Hermione won't even talk to me without being prepared for a quick escape," Oliver sighed. This was really ridiculous. He wasn't going to attack her so why was she acting like he was. All he wanted to do was get to know her better.
"Maybe we can talk to her for you," Ron suggested when he got over his fit of giggles.
"Would you?" Oliver looked hopefully towards Hermione's closest friends.
"Sure. Until then, find some way to explain to her what's going on without scaring her away." Harry and Ron ran back to the castle. Each thinking of a way to explain Oliver's point of view.