Push Me 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)

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Chapter 4
"Hermione?"
'Not again!' Hermione sighed. She closed the book she was reading and looked up at Oliver.
"Wood," Hermione acknowledged politely. Oliver rolled his eyes and sighed.
"So we've regressed from Oliver to Wood, have we?" Hermione stayed silent. She looked up at him expectantly and folded her arms across her chest. Oliver continued. "Can we talk about this? No Running?"
"Yes," Hermione agreed. "I suppose we'll need to talk sooner or later."
"Good." Oliver sat down beside Hermione and ran his hands through his hair.
"Well, what is it that you have to say? What is it that we need to talk about?" Hermione sat up and turned towards Oliver. 'Bad idea,' she thought. 'Very , very bad idea.' Oliver was gazing at her tenderly. 'He's not supposed to feel this way,' Hermione thought. 'He's not supposed to like me. He shouldn't be here. There's no reason for him to be here.'
"I want to know why you think this can't work." Oliver took Hermione's hands and rubbed his thumbs over their backs.
"I-It just can't. Wood-"
"Oliver," he interrupted. "Before this I was Oliver and after it I'll still be Oliver." Hermione caved on the small request.
"Oliver," she amended. "I'm sorry but I'm not in the market for a- a," Hermione let out a huge breath. "I don't even know what you want. We don't even know each other well enough."
"I want to be with you. I want to know that you want to be with me. I know enough to know that I really like you. What I don't know I intend to learn." Oliver slid off the chair and hunkered down in front of Hermione. "Do you at least like me?" He pulled her hands onto his chest and allowed her to feel his heartbeat. "Can you feel this?" he asked. "It never beats this fast or this hard unless I'm around you."
"I don't know," Hermione admitted rubbing her temples as though to warn off a headache. "Maybe it's not my presence that does that. Maybe you've got heart-worm or something." Oliver smiled and shook his head.
"No," he smiled. "It's you. Will you at least give us a try?"
"I can't." Oliver stood up, towering over Hermione and dropped her hands.
"Why?" he asked her running his hands through his hair as though he wanted to pull it out. Hermione stood suddenly, her eyes tearing up.
"You can have any girl you want. Why do you want me? What is so special about me? I'm not pretty, I'm not athletic, I'm not popular...I could go on like this for hours, you know!"
"Shh!" the librarian came up towards the couple.
"Shh! Yourself!" Hermione responded. The librarian threw a scandalized look at Hermione and left. Hermione turned back to Oliver who was smiling.
"That's what I like about you. I like you because you're smart, pretty, bold, and you don't let anyone or anything get in your way." He reached down to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Hermione gently pushed his hand away and bowed her head.
"Hermione," Oliver said drawing her attention. "I won't rush you, but I won't give up on you either." He turned around and walked out of the library leaving a very shaken Hermione in his absence.

"Ron! Harry! Get your conniving butts down here! Now!" Hermione screamed as she walked into the common room fifteen minutes later. Ron and Harry stumbled down the stairs from the boys dormitory sleepily.
"Huh?" Ron said rubbing sleep out of his eye.
"What did you tell Oliver?" Hermione said furiously. Harry and Ron looked at each other quickly.
"Nothing," Harry lied looking her square in the eye.
"Really? Then why did he suddenly want to talk after you two decided to talk to me on the wonders of having a boyfriend?"
"Hermione, sit down and explain what happened," Ron said patiently.
"Well," Hermione sighed rubbing her temples. "He met me in the library and we started talking. I tried to explain to him why I thought it wouldn't be a good idea for us to...you know...be together."
"And?"
"He wanted to know why it wouldn't work and, like I told you, I explained it just wouldn't. I told him that I wasn't ready and he went all Harlequin romance on me and said he wouldn't push me but he wouldn't give up."
Ron looked confused. "What's a Harlequin romance?"Harry and Hermione glanced at each other briefly before busting out in laughter.
"It's...a series...of...romantic...books," Harry managed to get out in between laughter.When Ron looked at him strangely Harry quickly explained.
"Aunt Petunia reads them all the time."
Ron raised his eyebrows. "Oh," he said in understanding. "Hermione, what do you expect us to do about it?"
"I honestly don't know," Hermione said sighing. "I mean I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. I told him how I felt and he's just ignoring it. He's a frustrating git!"
"Look," Harry started. "You told him how you felt, right?"
"Yes."
"You like him, right?"
"I don't know, but every time I talk to him it seems like I like him more and more."
"Okay, but he likes you, right?"
"Yes."
"Will you go out with him?"
"Y- hey!" Hermione crossed her arms looking daggers at Harry.
"Well, it was worth a try," Harry explained his little trick.
"Whatever." Hermione turned on her heel and stalked out of the room.
"This is going to be so much harder than you said it would be," Ron complained glaring at Harry who just shrugged and lead the way back to their dorm.