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)
Disclaimer: Remember people I own nothing! So nobody sue me because, like I said, I own nothing!
Chapter 6
Harry and Ron stomped noisily into the common room that night searching loudly for Hermione. They spotted her the farthest corner of the room sitting at a table and concentrating on a book in front of her.
"Hermione Granger!" Ron shouted startling Hermione. She looked around nervously for a moment before laying eyes on both Ron and Harry. They were making their way towards her and something in her head told her to beware the looks on their faces.
"What?" She asked innocently.
"How could you be studying at a time like this?" Ron asked. He wore a disgusted look on his face suggesting that she should be doing anything but studying. Hermione didn't take it to heart because in Ron's head studying itself was disgusting no matter the cercumstances.
"A time like what? What are you guys talking about?" Hermione glanced from one boy to the other. She didn't dare mention that she hadn't been studying. Instead, she'd actually been spending the last hour staring mindlessly at the page in front of her thinking about Oliver. She couldn't understand it. She finally got him to relax and be her friend. He wasn't hassling her or anything of the sort and it startled her to know that she missed it. It'd only been a couple of hours and she missed Oliver. Weird.
"Did you do something to Oliver?" Harry asked glaring at her.
"No. Why are you two so angry?" Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"Because you told Oliver you wanted to be friends! That doesn't work for us!" Ron rambled. He gestured to himself and Harry. Hermione raised an eyebrow questioningly and looked at Harry who was trying to shut Ron up by placing his hand over Ron's mouth. Hermione pointed at Ron.
"What is he talking about?" she asked.
"He's talking about our plans. We were trying to help Oliver and then you go and bribe him with friendship first and kisses later," Harry said.
"I did not!"
"Did too," Ron accused. Somehow he'd managed to break free of Harry's grip and was determined to give Hermione a hard time.
"Not."
"Too."
"Not."
"Too."
"Not-"
"Another word from either of you," Harry interjected breaking up the fight.
"But he started it! Anyway, I didn't promise him anything. All I said was that I'd rather start out as friends and then maybe we could date, that's all," Hermione admitted.
"Why?" Ron whined. He stomped his foot and pouted.
"Oh, stop it, you big baby. I did it because I'm not ready for a relationship."
"Ron," Harry said. "She's right. If she's not ready, she's not ready. We support you but, we still think that you should give him a chance. I mean, if you were in his shoes, how would you feel?"
"Don't worry. When I'm ready we'll try if he still wants to. If not, hey, I'll have another friend then won't I?" Ron and Harry smiled lamely and the two left leaving Hermione alone with her thoughts. 'Do I even want him as a friend?' she asked herself. 'Or do I want Oliver and what he's offering? Merlin's Beard! I don't even know what the boy is offering!'
"Wood, we can't believe that you gave up like that," Fred said as he and George walked into the Quidditch locker rooms the next morning.
"I didn't give up," Wood argued grabbing his broom and heading out to the field for practice. "I just let her have her way this once. When she's comfortable with me then I can go for it."
"Man, I hate to break it to ya, but that's giving up. You caved, plain and simple. What a way to go if you fancy the girl."
"Go for it now," George said as he and his brother mimicked Wood's actions and followed him out to the field. He and Wood ignored Fred's ranting.
"I can't. The thing with Hermione is if you come on too strong she'll ignore you. If you come on too weak, she'll ignore you. I have to give her time and then try to change our friendship into something more. I know she likes me. Ron and Harry wouldn't help if they didn't think she did."
"We know she likes you," Fred said emphasizing the first word to show that if they knew everyone knew. "I wouldn't be surprised if Malfoy tried to help you two get together. It's so obvious that you two fancy each other that even he wants to see you two together. You both stare a whole into the back of each other's heads when your in a room together."
"Now you're exaggerating."
"Am not!" Fred said indignantly.
"I'd have to agree with him on this one," George said nodding his head. He stopped and looked Wood square in the eye. "And you know how I hate that." Wood laughed and practice began.
"Hermione," Lavender squealed as she came through the portrait hole. Hermione sighed and looked up from her homework
"Yes?" she asked warily. Lavender only smiled like that at Hermione when she wanted something. "And before you say anything if it's about Harry or Ron and getting you to date either of them, forget it." Lavender giggled.
" Don't worry. It's not." Lavender sat down at the table across from Hermione. She leaned in close and said in a hushed whisper, "Why didn't you tell me that Oliver Wood likes you?"
"Because I didn't, and still don't, think it's any of your business." Lavender rolled her eyes as though to say 'Silly Hermione'.
"Hermione! It's Oliver Wood! Puh-lease, it's my job to know these things! Now what did you say to him?" Hermione bit her tongue angrily. Why was everyone suddenly interested in her love life?
"I told you it's none of you're business. If you want to know so badly ask him yourself!" Hermione shouted angrily as she picked up her things and left the common room.
Disclaimer: Remember people I own nothing! So nobody sue me because, like I said, I own nothing!
Chapter 6
Harry and Ron stomped noisily into the common room that night searching loudly for Hermione. They spotted her the farthest corner of the room sitting at a table and concentrating on a book in front of her.
"Hermione Granger!" Ron shouted startling Hermione. She looked around nervously for a moment before laying eyes on both Ron and Harry. They were making their way towards her and something in her head told her to beware the looks on their faces.
"What?" She asked innocently.
"How could you be studying at a time like this?" Ron asked. He wore a disgusted look on his face suggesting that she should be doing anything but studying. Hermione didn't take it to heart because in Ron's head studying itself was disgusting no matter the cercumstances.
"A time like what? What are you guys talking about?" Hermione glanced from one boy to the other. She didn't dare mention that she hadn't been studying. Instead, she'd actually been spending the last hour staring mindlessly at the page in front of her thinking about Oliver. She couldn't understand it. She finally got him to relax and be her friend. He wasn't hassling her or anything of the sort and it startled her to know that she missed it. It'd only been a couple of hours and she missed Oliver. Weird.
"Did you do something to Oliver?" Harry asked glaring at her.
"No. Why are you two so angry?" Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"Because you told Oliver you wanted to be friends! That doesn't work for us!" Ron rambled. He gestured to himself and Harry. Hermione raised an eyebrow questioningly and looked at Harry who was trying to shut Ron up by placing his hand over Ron's mouth. Hermione pointed at Ron.
"What is he talking about?" she asked.
"He's talking about our plans. We were trying to help Oliver and then you go and bribe him with friendship first and kisses later," Harry said.
"I did not!"
"Did too," Ron accused. Somehow he'd managed to break free of Harry's grip and was determined to give Hermione a hard time.
"Not."
"Too."
"Not."
"Too."
"Not-"
"Another word from either of you," Harry interjected breaking up the fight.
"But he started it! Anyway, I didn't promise him anything. All I said was that I'd rather start out as friends and then maybe we could date, that's all," Hermione admitted.
"Why?" Ron whined. He stomped his foot and pouted.
"Oh, stop it, you big baby. I did it because I'm not ready for a relationship."
"Ron," Harry said. "She's right. If she's not ready, she's not ready. We support you but, we still think that you should give him a chance. I mean, if you were in his shoes, how would you feel?"
"Don't worry. When I'm ready we'll try if he still wants to. If not, hey, I'll have another friend then won't I?" Ron and Harry smiled lamely and the two left leaving Hermione alone with her thoughts. 'Do I even want him as a friend?' she asked herself. 'Or do I want Oliver and what he's offering? Merlin's Beard! I don't even know what the boy is offering!'
"Wood, we can't believe that you gave up like that," Fred said as he and George walked into the Quidditch locker rooms the next morning.
"I didn't give up," Wood argued grabbing his broom and heading out to the field for practice. "I just let her have her way this once. When she's comfortable with me then I can go for it."
"Man, I hate to break it to ya, but that's giving up. You caved, plain and simple. What a way to go if you fancy the girl."
"Go for it now," George said as he and his brother mimicked Wood's actions and followed him out to the field. He and Wood ignored Fred's ranting.
"I can't. The thing with Hermione is if you come on too strong she'll ignore you. If you come on too weak, she'll ignore you. I have to give her time and then try to change our friendship into something more. I know she likes me. Ron and Harry wouldn't help if they didn't think she did."
"We know she likes you," Fred said emphasizing the first word to show that if they knew everyone knew. "I wouldn't be surprised if Malfoy tried to help you two get together. It's so obvious that you two fancy each other that even he wants to see you two together. You both stare a whole into the back of each other's heads when your in a room together."
"Now you're exaggerating."
"Am not!" Fred said indignantly.
"I'd have to agree with him on this one," George said nodding his head. He stopped and looked Wood square in the eye. "And you know how I hate that." Wood laughed and practice began.
"Hermione," Lavender squealed as she came through the portrait hole. Hermione sighed and looked up from her homework
"Yes?" she asked warily. Lavender only smiled like that at Hermione when she wanted something. "And before you say anything if it's about Harry or Ron and getting you to date either of them, forget it." Lavender giggled.
" Don't worry. It's not." Lavender sat down at the table across from Hermione. She leaned in close and said in a hushed whisper, "Why didn't you tell me that Oliver Wood likes you?"
"Because I didn't, and still don't, think it's any of your business." Lavender rolled her eyes as though to say 'Silly Hermione'.
"Hermione! It's Oliver Wood! Puh-lease, it's my job to know these things! Now what did you say to him?" Hermione bit her tongue angrily. Why was everyone suddenly interested in her love life?
"I told you it's none of you're business. If you want to know so badly ask him yourself!" Hermione shouted angrily as she picked up her things and left the common room.
