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 7
"Oliver!" Lavender cried running up to him as he made his way back to the castle. He was dressed in his Quidditch gear so she assumed he'd just gotten back from practice. She watched as he slowed down, turned, looked over his shoulder warily, and then smiled.
"Yes?" he asked. He gave her a toothy grin and waited for her answer. Lavender had to admit that Hermione had done well for herself if the rumors were true. Oliver Wood was quite a catch. He was the perfect male specimen with manners and kindness thrown in. With his unsuspecting demeanor up, she decided to spring the question on everyone's minds now and days.
"What is this I hear about you and our favorite little smarty-pants, Hermione Granger?" she asked latching onto his arm. Oliver seemed to be choking on something for a moment before he finally answered.
"I don't know. What is it?" Lavender wanted to giggle. Imagine the poor guy thinking she didn't know about his obvious crush on Hermione.
"Why, that you fancy her of course!" Lavender slapped his arm playfully and continued to walk with him. Oliver's grin slipped back into place and he raised his eyebrows.
"Well, you shouldn't believe everything you hear. But in this case...it's true." Lavender squealed and hugged Oliver tightly.
"This is so great!" she exclaimed. "Hermione needs to get back into dating and you're the only guy who we can trust."
"We?" Oliver asked not fully comprehending. Lavender stopped smiling.
"Of course! You don't think that after spending five years in the same house all of the girls in Gryffindor haven't taken to Hermione, do you? We like to keep her from getting hurt. She isn't nearly as invincible as she behaves." Lavender smiled again, hugged Oliver, and pecked him on the cheek before running off and leaving Oliver to muse over her words. Hermione saw all of it.
"Ladies!" Lavender squealed running into the girls dormitory room full of waiting Gryffindor girls. When she was sure she had everyone's attention she continued. "He does fancy her! Now all we have to do is wait. Hermione isn't really all that trusting right now, but if he's patient, he'll get her. I'm guessing the first person he'll come to for advice, on how she thinks, will be you Ginny."
"I'll be ready. I just hope she falls soon. She deserves to be happy and he's the only guy that passed through Fred, George, Harry, and Ron's radar."
"Hey Herm! Are you coming to the game?" Ron asked as he entered the common room. Harry had already gone down to the field and left it to Ron to get Hermione. Hermione sighed nervously.
"I-I really don't want to go."
"Aw Herm! You've got to come to the game. Oliver's counting on it."
"I know. That's exactly why I don't want to go. I saw him hugging and kissing Lavender Brown outside a few minutes ago."
"But Herm- hey!" Ron exclaimed stopping in the middle of his sentence. Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"What?" she asked.
"You're jealous!" Ron grinned and pointed at Hermione.
"I-I am not!" Hermione flushed. She pushed Ron's hand away from her but he wasn't deterred. He pointed at her again.
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too! Otherwise you wouldn't be worried about who was kissing and hugging Oliver." Ron began to laugh hysterically. He'd thought they'd never get together. He knew he'd just made a point with Hermione and knew she had no comeback for it.
"Oh! Shut up!" Hermione cried as she stalked out of the room. Presumably towards the Quidditch field.
"Is she coming?" Oliver asked Harry when he entered the locker room.
"I don't know. Ron went to go get her. What's the plan?"
"What are you talking about?" Fred and George rolled their eyes.
"Oh, come on Wood!" George elaborated. "There has to be a plan! You wouldn't be so worried about whether or not she's coming if there wasn't."
"Alright! I plan...to impress the hell out of her." Oliver winked and smiled at Harry and the others before leaving the locker room. A few moments later Ron ran into the Quidditch room.
"Is Herm coming?" Harry asked him. Ron shrugged breathing hard. Harry sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Great, that's just great. Why don't you go and get ready, the game is starting in a few minutes." Ron nodded.
"Okay," Hermione said to herself on her way to the Quidditch field. "You can do this. You knew this would happen, that's exactly why you wanted to be friends. You don't own him. If he wants Lavender then, more power to them." Hermione stopped as she reached the Quidditch field and waited in line with the other Gryffindors so she could sit up in the top box.
Hermione couldn't believe it. During the entire course of the game against Hufflepuff, which Gryffindor won, Oliver had performed amazing tricks and dives while protecting the goals. At one point he'd made a great show of smiling and waving at her. Hermione was mortified and flattered beyond belief. She didn't know if you could combine those two feelings but she did it anyway.
She headed into the girls dormitory where she found all of the Gryffindor girls having a meeting of some sort.
"What's going on here?" she asked.
Chapter 7
"Oliver!" Lavender cried running up to him as he made his way back to the castle. He was dressed in his Quidditch gear so she assumed he'd just gotten back from practice. She watched as he slowed down, turned, looked over his shoulder warily, and then smiled.
"Yes?" he asked. He gave her a toothy grin and waited for her answer. Lavender had to admit that Hermione had done well for herself if the rumors were true. Oliver Wood was quite a catch. He was the perfect male specimen with manners and kindness thrown in. With his unsuspecting demeanor up, she decided to spring the question on everyone's minds now and days.
"What is this I hear about you and our favorite little smarty-pants, Hermione Granger?" she asked latching onto his arm. Oliver seemed to be choking on something for a moment before he finally answered.
"I don't know. What is it?" Lavender wanted to giggle. Imagine the poor guy thinking she didn't know about his obvious crush on Hermione.
"Why, that you fancy her of course!" Lavender slapped his arm playfully and continued to walk with him. Oliver's grin slipped back into place and he raised his eyebrows.
"Well, you shouldn't believe everything you hear. But in this case...it's true." Lavender squealed and hugged Oliver tightly.
"This is so great!" she exclaimed. "Hermione needs to get back into dating and you're the only guy who we can trust."
"We?" Oliver asked not fully comprehending. Lavender stopped smiling.
"Of course! You don't think that after spending five years in the same house all of the girls in Gryffindor haven't taken to Hermione, do you? We like to keep her from getting hurt. She isn't nearly as invincible as she behaves." Lavender smiled again, hugged Oliver, and pecked him on the cheek before running off and leaving Oliver to muse over her words. Hermione saw all of it.
"Ladies!" Lavender squealed running into the girls dormitory room full of waiting Gryffindor girls. When she was sure she had everyone's attention she continued. "He does fancy her! Now all we have to do is wait. Hermione isn't really all that trusting right now, but if he's patient, he'll get her. I'm guessing the first person he'll come to for advice, on how she thinks, will be you Ginny."
"I'll be ready. I just hope she falls soon. She deserves to be happy and he's the only guy that passed through Fred, George, Harry, and Ron's radar."
"Hey Herm! Are you coming to the game?" Ron asked as he entered the common room. Harry had already gone down to the field and left it to Ron to get Hermione. Hermione sighed nervously.
"I-I really don't want to go."
"Aw Herm! You've got to come to the game. Oliver's counting on it."
"I know. That's exactly why I don't want to go. I saw him hugging and kissing Lavender Brown outside a few minutes ago."
"But Herm- hey!" Ron exclaimed stopping in the middle of his sentence. Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"What?" she asked.
"You're jealous!" Ron grinned and pointed at Hermione.
"I-I am not!" Hermione flushed. She pushed Ron's hand away from her but he wasn't deterred. He pointed at her again.
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too! Otherwise you wouldn't be worried about who was kissing and hugging Oliver." Ron began to laugh hysterically. He'd thought they'd never get together. He knew he'd just made a point with Hermione and knew she had no comeback for it.
"Oh! Shut up!" Hermione cried as she stalked out of the room. Presumably towards the Quidditch field.
"Is she coming?" Oliver asked Harry when he entered the locker room.
"I don't know. Ron went to go get her. What's the plan?"
"What are you talking about?" Fred and George rolled their eyes.
"Oh, come on Wood!" George elaborated. "There has to be a plan! You wouldn't be so worried about whether or not she's coming if there wasn't."
"Alright! I plan...to impress the hell out of her." Oliver winked and smiled at Harry and the others before leaving the locker room. A few moments later Ron ran into the Quidditch room.
"Is Herm coming?" Harry asked him. Ron shrugged breathing hard. Harry sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Great, that's just great. Why don't you go and get ready, the game is starting in a few minutes." Ron nodded.
"Okay," Hermione said to herself on her way to the Quidditch field. "You can do this. You knew this would happen, that's exactly why you wanted to be friends. You don't own him. If he wants Lavender then, more power to them." Hermione stopped as she reached the Quidditch field and waited in line with the other Gryffindors so she could sit up in the top box.
Hermione couldn't believe it. During the entire course of the game against Hufflepuff, which Gryffindor won, Oliver had performed amazing tricks and dives while protecting the goals. At one point he'd made a great show of smiling and waving at her. Hermione was mortified and flattered beyond belief. She didn't know if you could combine those two feelings but she did it anyway.
She headed into the girls dormitory where she found all of the Gryffindor girls having a meeting of some sort.
"What's going on here?" she asked.
