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 9
Hermione stopped running just before the Dark Forest. Sobbing, she headed towards the large weeping willow that had been shipped to Hogwarts last semester, it had been replanted by the lake. She sat under the tree and pulled her knees up to her face.
'Why did I say that?' she asked herself. 'Why did I tell him about Krum? He'll never want me now.'
"Hermione!" Hermione looked up hopefully from her knees. She saw Ron, Harry, and Oliver heading towards her. She knew they didn't see her as they all still looked very worried. Hermione wiped her face clean of any tears and took a deep breath to calm her nerves.
"H-here," she said quietly. Then, as if realizing that they couldn't hear her she got louder. "Here!" she shouted. "I'm under the willow." She leaned back against the trunk and watched as the three made their way, hurriedly, to her.
"Hermione!" Harry panted. "Where have you been? We've been running all over the place for you. The whole Gryffindor house is out of bed skulking around for you."
"I'm sorry," Hermione said shakily. She raised her hands and pulled her hair back from her face. "I just needed some time to think." She stared pointedly at Oliver who stared back unabashedly.
"Guys," he said. "Could you excuse us for a moment?"
"What? Why?" Ron said. He looked from Oliver to Hermione, then as if finally getting it he said, "Come on Harry. They want time alone." Harry shook his head and followed his redheaded friend back to the castle.
"Hermione," Oliver stepped closer to her. Hermione held up her hands to ward him off.
"Wait," she said. "I have to say something before you start talking, because every time you open your mouth, you confuse me...and I'm not sure that I like that. You make me think about what I want and who I want it with. I've never had that problem before and I'm not sure I can handle that." Hermione began to sob. "I-I can't take being afraid that while I'm in love with you, you'll leave me. I can't h-handle that possibility."
"Love," Oliver repeated softly. "You said that you love me." Hermione's eyes widened.
"I-I didn't." Oliver smirked lightly.
"You did. You've fallen in love with me."
"I haven't said anything of the sort."
"You did too." The smirk became a grin.
"I didn't."
"You did. You love me and I intend to prove it."
"Oh really? How?" Oliver reached out and grabbed Hermione. He pulled her close and kissed her. Hermione pushed him away angrily. "That's exactly what I'm talking about," she screamed. "Krum did exactly the same thing!" Oliver gave Hermione a look of pure disbelief.
"Krum," he spat. "Didn't know what he was missing! I want you for you! Not your body. Why can't you trust that?"
"I don't know, okay? I don't know." Oliver swallowed hard and Hermione saw a nerve lock in his jaw. "What about Lavender?"
"What about Lavender?" Oliver asked. He stared at Hermione as though he were confused.
"I saw her hugging you outside. I thought you'd given up on me."
"I'm not with Lavender," Oliver hastened to add. "She was just happy to find out that I like you." Hermione stared at Oliver for awhile as though deciding whether or not to believe him. Oliver sighed as though he wanted to shout, but instead he said his next words very calmly and slowly as though he was afraid that she'd run off.
"Hermione, I want us to be together. Please, just give it a try. Give us a try. I've fallen in love with you," Oliver admitted. Hermione gasped.
"You can't be." She began to cry again.
"I can be. And I am. I love you and I want to be with you for as long as you'll have me."
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked him quietly. She looked at her hands. Oliver reached out and put his hand under her chin and lifted her head so that she had to look at him.
"Very. If you don't think you can do handle it, then let me know and I'll stop trying because I can't take loving you one more day without you returning my feelings."
Hermione looked at Oliver as though she was seeing him for the first time, and sure enough he looked worn out.
"I-I want to be with you too," Hermione whispered. At first she thought that he hadn't heard her, then a large grin broke out across his face and he pulled her to him and kissed her. When they finally broke apart they looked disheveled and were out of breath.
"How do you think the others will take this?" Hermione breathed moving closer to Oliver and laying her head on his chest.
"It's about bloody time!" they heard Fred shout across the courtyard. "I was about to come up with a candy to make you two tell the truth to each other."
"And I was about to make Hermione get her head checked out!" Ginny added over the roar of the Gryffindor house. The couple looked up at the doorway to the castle in surprise. It seemed that whole house had been waiting for the results at the castle doors. Apparently, it was the desired outcome.
"I think they'll take it really well," Oliver grinned as he tried to pull Hermione into another kiss.
"By the way Oliver," Hermione said pulling away. Oliver looked to Hermione expectantly. "Thanks for Pushing Me."
"Now can we kiss?" Hermione nodded and Oliver bent down to claim her lips with his.
"And you'd better not break up either!" George shouted. "Because this was entirely too much stress on my life!"

AN: This was the final chapter of Push Me. I'm thinking of a sequel and if anyone out there would like me to continue the storyline, let me know. I want to thank everyone for reading and reviewing and I hope you enjoyed it.