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 5
"Guys, it didn't work," Wood sighed as he, Fred, and George entered the common room the next morning to find it empty.
"What do you mean, it didn't work?" George asked. He looked searchingly to his brother for an answer. Fred just shrugged.
"I mean, I talked to Hermione and she still doesn't want to be with me." Oliver collapsed dejectedly onto a chair. While Fred and George fell onto a couch.
"You told her everything?" Fred asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah." Oliver nodded.
"I don't see the problem," George said earning curious stares from his friend and brother. "What? You fancy her, she obviously fancies you-"
"Huh? Did she say that?" Oliver asked looking as though someone had just told him he'd earned the Quidditch cup for the next twenty years.
"No, but why else would she be going through all this trouble to alienate you. She must be afraid of getting hurt. Remember, she had a hard time after breaking up with Krum." George pointed at Oliver as though to remind him of Hermione's pain.
"What happened between them?" Oliver sat up attentively and glanced questioningly from brother to brother.
"We don't know. But when Hermione came to our house at the end of summer she looked devastated and told us they'd broken up. My brothers, Harry, and I volunteered to beat him up and Ginny said she'd hex him though I don't know what she could give the guy that he doesn't already have."
"Right," said Fred. "He's got duck feet."
"Crooked nose," George rambled easily.
"Horrible breath."
"Awful accent."
"He's cross-eyed."
"Fred! He's not cross-eyed," George said indignantly. "But you're right he does have horrible breath."Oliver laughed.
"At least we made you feel better," Fred said.
"Yeah. You keep smiling while Fred and I figure out more ways to make fun of crooked-nosed-Krum." George bit his lip while counting on his fingers and mumbling the insults he and his brother had already used. Fred and Oliver laughed, none of them noticing Hermione entering the room.
"Oliver," Hermione said startling the three boys.
"Hermione," Oliver said smiling. He glanced slyly at the twins and got up out of his chair. He walked over to her slowly. 'Why am I treating her like she might run away?' Oliver asked himself. 'Duh, because she might.'
"Can we talk?" Hermione asked him nervously. She bit her lip and waited anxiously.
"Sure. Come with me," Oliver said leading Hermione out of the common room and into the hallway. 'Please let her be ready, please let her be ready, please let her be ready,' Oliver rambled mentally.
"I wanted to tell you that I thought about what you said and that maybe we could work something out. I mean I'm just kind of cautious and I don't want to get hurt," Hermione explained gently. The two continued to walk the halls slowly.
"But I wouldn't hurt you." Oliver reached out towards Hermione and grabbed her hand.
"I know, I know. But things happen. What if I fell in love with you and you started to like someone else? That would hurt too much. Can we just start as friends? I can deal with friends, I don't think I can deal with what you want right now," Hermione admitted as they walked hand in hand. She pulled her hand away suddenly, slowly, as though she were afraid holding his hand would spring false hopes for the both of them.
"Friends," Oliver said tasting the word. "Okay. I can work with that. Friends, for now. I won't push you. We can be friends." Hermione smiled and as the two continued to walk through the halls.
'Maybe,' she thought. 'Maybe we'll find we like being just friends and we'll stay that way.' She continued this train of thought throughout their walk around the grounds never noticing how her heart beat faster every time she and Oliver got close to each other.
Chapter 5
"Guys, it didn't work," Wood sighed as he, Fred, and George entered the common room the next morning to find it empty.
"What do you mean, it didn't work?" George asked. He looked searchingly to his brother for an answer. Fred just shrugged.
"I mean, I talked to Hermione and she still doesn't want to be with me." Oliver collapsed dejectedly onto a chair. While Fred and George fell onto a couch.
"You told her everything?" Fred asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah." Oliver nodded.
"I don't see the problem," George said earning curious stares from his friend and brother. "What? You fancy her, she obviously fancies you-"
"Huh? Did she say that?" Oliver asked looking as though someone had just told him he'd earned the Quidditch cup for the next twenty years.
"No, but why else would she be going through all this trouble to alienate you. She must be afraid of getting hurt. Remember, she had a hard time after breaking up with Krum." George pointed at Oliver as though to remind him of Hermione's pain.
"What happened between them?" Oliver sat up attentively and glanced questioningly from brother to brother.
"We don't know. But when Hermione came to our house at the end of summer she looked devastated and told us they'd broken up. My brothers, Harry, and I volunteered to beat him up and Ginny said she'd hex him though I don't know what she could give the guy that he doesn't already have."
"Right," said Fred. "He's got duck feet."
"Crooked nose," George rambled easily.
"Horrible breath."
"Awful accent."
"He's cross-eyed."
"Fred! He's not cross-eyed," George said indignantly. "But you're right he does have horrible breath."Oliver laughed.
"At least we made you feel better," Fred said.
"Yeah. You keep smiling while Fred and I figure out more ways to make fun of crooked-nosed-Krum." George bit his lip while counting on his fingers and mumbling the insults he and his brother had already used. Fred and Oliver laughed, none of them noticing Hermione entering the room.
"Oliver," Hermione said startling the three boys.
"Hermione," Oliver said smiling. He glanced slyly at the twins and got up out of his chair. He walked over to her slowly. 'Why am I treating her like she might run away?' Oliver asked himself. 'Duh, because she might.'
"Can we talk?" Hermione asked him nervously. She bit her lip and waited anxiously.
"Sure. Come with me," Oliver said leading Hermione out of the common room and into the hallway. 'Please let her be ready, please let her be ready, please let her be ready,' Oliver rambled mentally.
"I wanted to tell you that I thought about what you said and that maybe we could work something out. I mean I'm just kind of cautious and I don't want to get hurt," Hermione explained gently. The two continued to walk the halls slowly.
"But I wouldn't hurt you." Oliver reached out towards Hermione and grabbed her hand.
"I know, I know. But things happen. What if I fell in love with you and you started to like someone else? That would hurt too much. Can we just start as friends? I can deal with friends, I don't think I can deal with what you want right now," Hermione admitted as they walked hand in hand. She pulled her hand away suddenly, slowly, as though she were afraid holding his hand would spring false hopes for the both of them.
"Friends," Oliver said tasting the word. "Okay. I can work with that. Friends, for now. I won't push you. We can be friends." Hermione smiled and as the two continued to walk through the halls.
'Maybe,' she thought. 'Maybe we'll find we like being just friends and we'll stay that way.' She continued this train of thought throughout their walk around the grounds never noticing how her heart beat faster every time she and Oliver got close to each other.
