Chapter 5 ~ Not Giving Up
"I never had a dream come true,
Till the day that I found you.
Even though I pretend that I've moved on,
You'll always be my baby.
I've never found the words to say,
'You're the one I think about each day'…"
- "Never Had a Dream Come True" by S Club 7
Oliver came tumbling down through the air onto the ground, struggling to get on his broom. But it was no use – unlike the Firebolt 450 (which Harry was most glad to have) – Twisters didn't have safety with it. If Oliver owned a Firebolt he would find his Firebolt flying underneath him, scooping him up and bringing him to safety. Instead, his Twister 300 came tumbling down with him.
Hermione sat in the stands, shocked at what was happening. She wanted Oliver safe (her heart was beating faster than ever before), he had only been at Hogwarts for one week. She stood up; thanking herself for paying attention, rose her wand, pointed at Oliver and shouted, "Clumos!"
Oliver stopped, about a metre from the ground. He opened his eyes, dumbfounded; he then sighed a deep sigh of relief, and fainted.
Harry swooped down beside him. "Hermione what did you do?"
"Unlike you," she said, pointing a finger at him, "I remembered our Charms class on Wednesday. "Clumos" is the hovering spell. It's much more convenient than Wingardium Leviosa now, is it? Instead of lifting them in the air, they just hover up and down slightly. That's what I did to Oliver."
"Awesome, Hermione!" Harry exclaimed. "You should teach that to me!"
Ron hollered down, cheering that Hermione was clever and that Oliver was safe. He threw his club in the air as he cheered; he landed, and he attempted to catch it, but he missed and it tumbled down and down. CLUNK! Hermione was knocked unconscious.
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"Is she all right?"
"I hope she's not brain damaged, that club did a lot."
"She'll lose her clever brain! Damn, and I wanted her to help me with my Potions."
"I think I'll like her better without her clever brain."
"Don't say that! She's really cool! And pretty gorgeous too…"
"And what am I, chopped liver?"
"Guys! Stop! Man, she might not even remember us."
"Why didn't she just do the hovering charm again? She could've saved the club from knocking her out."
"She didn't know it was tumbling down, she was busy talking with me."
Hermione lay on the bed in the infirmary, unknowing of the Gryffindor Team's conversation. The clunk on the head seriously damaged her head. Little did she know, this injury would be worth it.
Oliver lay beside her, since he had not awoken yet from his faint. The team was discussing their injuries, but Madam Pomfrey shooed them away. "Their my patients," she complained, throwing them out of the infirmary. "And they can't even hear you anyway, so there's no use talking to them." She muttered something about, "Nonsense children" and "I thought they'd have more sense in them" as Harry and Ron walked outside in the hall, broomsticks still in hand.
"This is all my fault," Ron groaned. He felt very guilty. "If only I didn't cheer that Oliver was all right and Hermione was clever…If only I didn't throw my club into the air…If only…"
"There's no use complaining about it now," Harry said.
"But…but…I thought you care about Hermione!" Ron cried.
"I do, you know I do, you nutter!" Harry replied, shaking his head. "But there's no use saying 'if only'. It's not really completely, entirely your fault. But it doesn't matter, since we should think about if she's going to be all right, and not think about how you did it."
"All right," Ron said stubbornly. "Okay…man, if only Oliver owned a Firebolt 450, he wouldn't have fallen…"
"And DO NOT place the blame on someone else, Ron!" Harry said, although he laughed. Ron always either thought it was his fault or he blamed it on someone else.
They reached the Fat Lady's portrait and looked at them. "You look as though someone died."
"Well, almost," Harry replied. "Cauldron Cakes."
"In you go, dears…" the Fat Lady replied, still looking at the appearances on their faces.
"HALT!" a soft but confident voice yelled.
Harry and Ron flinched, and slowly turned around. Professor Dumbledore came running behind them.
"Sorry about the yelling," Dumbledore apologized, walking towards them both. "I almost made myself deaf as well."
"What do you need, Professor?" Ron asked, laying his broomstick upon the Fat Lady portrait. She seemed to despise the broomstick, she looked at it as though shooting daggers and said "Humph!" but seemed more interested in Dumbledore's reply.
"I just heard of an accident on the Quidditch pitch," Dumbledore told them, his twinkling blue eyes filled with worry. "Are Miss Granger and Professor Wood all right? It would be an upmost shame to lose intelligent minds like that. Miss Granger with all of her knowledge – Wood with all of Quidditch strategies. Madam Pomfrey is a little upset about the outburst of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and she wouldn't let me in."
"Oliver just fainted after Hermione performed the hovering charm," Harry explained. "And after the club hit Hermione on the head, and she was knocked unconscious." Ron turned pink, still feeling guilty. Dumbledore seemed to know what Ron was thinking about.
"Accidents happen," he told them. "It was an accident that the bludger hit him in the face. It was accident that he fell off of his broomstick. It was very fortunate that Miss Granger remembered the very convenient hovering charm. It was an accident that Mr Weasley-" he glanced at Ron, his eyes very wide yet still tinkling, "-overcome in his excitement, threw the club in the air. It was accident that he missed catching it, and again – an accident that the club hit poor Miss Granger on he head. But accidents happen, and we shouldn't live our lives feeling guilty. I hope they'll be all right. I'll tell Madam Pomfrey that you boys may visit them in the morning. She is your best friend isn't she?"
They both nodded. "Without Hermione I wouldn't have my Broomstick Servicing Kit, or my homework would all be completed," Harry told them. "She's a great friend."
"And without her…" Ron said, prodding his head. "…I would've never learned the Wingardium Leviosa spell!"
Dumbledore, Harry, and Ron laughed, but when Dumbledore stopped, a deafening silence filled the hallways.
"This is a tragedy," Dumbledore told them. "But I urge you not to tell anyone what has happened – I've already told that to the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, which went in the common room earlier. You may, however, tell Hagrid. I personally, have only told him about an accident. You may give him the details. Let us hope that everything will turn out all right."
Harry and Ron nodded again and Dumbledore turned around, eyes still twinkling, but a look of worry pressed down upon his face.
"Should we go down to Hagrid's now?" Ron asked. No sooner had he said this than a brown owl suddenly swooped down above them, dropping a piece of parchment on the ground near Harry. He picked it up and recognised the untidy scrawl as Hagrid's.
"I heard abou' the news from Dumbledore. Is Hermione all righ'? Is Wood? Come over for a cup of tea. I hope Hermione will be fine. – Hagrid"
"Let's go," Harry said confidently, and together they walked across the grounds to Hagrid's Hut, praying along the way that Hermione was all right.
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Hermione opened her eyes. She felt like she had been asleep for a very long time, and her eyelids felt heavy. They were still out of focus, but she saw familiar blurs that looked strangely like a hospital. She blinked a few times, and everything came into view.
She realised, although it took her a while, that she was in the infirmary. She looked to her right, and saw empty beds. She looked in front of her and saw Madam Pomfrey humming away while cleaning the beds. She looked to her left and saw…
"OLIVER!" she cried.
"Oh, you're awake," Madam Pomfrey said, ignoring her cry. "Are you all right? How many fingers am I holding?"
Hermione looked closely. It looked like two, maybe three. It seemed very fuzzy. "Uh…three?"
"Yes, you're right," Madam Pomfrey confirmed. "What's 4 times 8?"
Hermione wracked her brain for an answer. Struggling, she thought, "Why is this so hard?"
"Um…31?"
"32," Madam Pomfrey responding, looking terribly disappointed. "Oh, dear…oh, dear…"
"What's going on with Oliver? Is he all right?" Hermione asked impatiently.
"Yes, he will be fine. He only fainted. But there are more matters at hand that are extremely important. Like your health."
"What's the matter with my health?" Hermione questioned.
"Well, don't you remember what happened?" Madam Pomfrey questioned back.
"When?"
"Oh my goodness…at the Quidditch pitch?"
Hermione searched and searched for answer to "at the Quidditch pitch?" but she found she had no idea what Madam Pomfrey was saying. After a minutes' worth, she saw Oliver falling down, almost to his death. She saw herself, casting a hovering charm to save him. She saw Ron, cheering, throwing his club in the air and hitting her on the head.
"Oh…no…this is terrible! How many days has it been since the accident?"
"Two. It's now Monday – 2 o' clock." Madam Pomfrey replied, pleased that she was remembering things.
"OH NO!" Hermione repeated. "I missed half a days' worth of homework!"
"It's all right, you can catch up," Madam Pomfrey assured her. "But, first I need to make sure you're all right."
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Hermione said, but Madam Pomfrey insisted in checking it out. For the rest of the day Hermione took tests, testing her ability to write, to spells, math, potions, and walk. Although it took a while for all of the abilities to click into her head, she could do them all very well, and Madam Pomfrey gave her full marks.
"Um, Madam Pomfrey," Hermione began, biting her bottom lip. "If Oliver fainted, how come, after 2 days, he hasn't moved?"
"He has moved, don't worry," Madam Pomfrey laughed. "I came to give him medicine this morning for his face, it's badly bruised. He opened his eyes and I gave him the medicine (although he sputtered some of it out, but I agree, it's disgusting), and he yelled something about his Quidditch class. Then, he fainted again."
Hermione smiled. It was just like Oliver to think about Quidditch in situations where it was least necessary. "Uh…could I…could I go back to classes?" Hermione asked. She struggled a bit to ask the question. Her brain was reacting strangely after the accident.
"Hmm…let's see. It's already half past your last lesson before dinner, there's no need," Madam Pomfrey told her. "Why don't you stay and keep Oliver company? Then, you can both go down for dinner. You must be hungry."
Hermione nodded as her stomach rumbled. She pulled up a chair beside Oliver's bed. Although he had a bruise above his left eye and on the very bottom of his chin, it looked surprisingly good, and Hermione thought he looked better than before. He looked like an adorable puppy with his eyes closed, and Hermione noticed that he was 2 inches above the mattress.
"Why is he hovering-?" Hermione asked, but Madam Pomfrey answered quickly, as though reading her mind.
"Your hovering charm that saved him seemed to have stayed a while. Maybe it was a bit strong," Madam Pomfrey said. "I tried to think of a way to get rid of it, but I don't know how…"
"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed. "Descendo!" She said, tapping his arm with her wand, which lay on the table beside her bed before she took it. Oliver dropped quickly to the mattress. That seemed to the trick, however; he opened his eyelids and the first thing he saw was Hermione above him. "She looks incredibly bloody beautiful," Oliver thought. "Am I dreaming?" He blinked again, but she was still there. He found his leg and pinched it. It hurt a lot and he winced. Hermione giggled.
"Are you all right?" Hermione asked.
"Uh, yeah," Oliver replied. "What am I doing here? No, let me rephrase that. What are you doing here?"
"Oh, yeah…you already fainted, didn't you?" Hermione said, remembering the accident again. "Well, I did a hovering charm so you wouldn't fall to your death, and then Ron cheered and threw his club in the air. He missed catching it; it fell, hit me on the head, knocking me unconscious. That's why I'm here as well."
"You saved me? Hermione – if you wasn't for you, I'd be dead by now!" He looked as though he could kiss her. Hermione smiled. It reminded her (although it took her a while to remember) of the time when he almost kissed her at a Quidditch match. She made Harry's glasses repel water as there was a terrible storm going on so he could see around, and Oliver looked like he could kiss her.
"All right, you two lovebirds," Madam Pomfrey interrupted. Both Oliver and Hermione turned a hot shade of pink. Madam Pomfrey noticed and said, "I'm only joking, you two. I know – you're a professor, you're a student. Anyways, dinner's going to start soon, if you wanted to head down to the great hall. You both look great, except for the two bruises, Wood, but other than that, you're great. Are you going to quit Quidditch now?"
"Are you kidding me?!" Oliver exclaimed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm not giving up because of a minor accident! I'll never give up! If anything, I'm going to get a Firebolt 450. They have safety precautions. The Twisters don't."
Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes and continued to clean the beds.
"Shall we?" Oliver asked, opening the door for Hermione.
"Sure!" Hermione said, her face slowly turning back to its normal shade. She was very embarrassed about Madam Pomfrey's comment.
And together they walked down the hall, nothing standing in their way. And nothing ever would.
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AWWWWW! Right? Well, I enjoyed writing this chapter, thank you VERY much, so if you don't like it…well, I just hope you like it. Thanks for all the reviews, I really appreciate them, and I hope that all the readers who wanted more fluff got more fluff!
Chapter 6 will be up soon!
"I never had a dream come true,
Till the day that I found you.
Even though I pretend that I've moved on,
You'll always be my baby.
I've never found the words to say,
'You're the one I think about each day'…"
- "Never Had a Dream Come True" by S Club 7
Oliver came tumbling down through the air onto the ground, struggling to get on his broom. But it was no use – unlike the Firebolt 450 (which Harry was most glad to have) – Twisters didn't have safety with it. If Oliver owned a Firebolt he would find his Firebolt flying underneath him, scooping him up and bringing him to safety. Instead, his Twister 300 came tumbling down with him.
Hermione sat in the stands, shocked at what was happening. She wanted Oliver safe (her heart was beating faster than ever before), he had only been at Hogwarts for one week. She stood up; thanking herself for paying attention, rose her wand, pointed at Oliver and shouted, "Clumos!"
Oliver stopped, about a metre from the ground. He opened his eyes, dumbfounded; he then sighed a deep sigh of relief, and fainted.
Harry swooped down beside him. "Hermione what did you do?"
"Unlike you," she said, pointing a finger at him, "I remembered our Charms class on Wednesday. "Clumos" is the hovering spell. It's much more convenient than Wingardium Leviosa now, is it? Instead of lifting them in the air, they just hover up and down slightly. That's what I did to Oliver."
"Awesome, Hermione!" Harry exclaimed. "You should teach that to me!"
Ron hollered down, cheering that Hermione was clever and that Oliver was safe. He threw his club in the air as he cheered; he landed, and he attempted to catch it, but he missed and it tumbled down and down. CLUNK! Hermione was knocked unconscious.
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"Is she all right?"
"I hope she's not brain damaged, that club did a lot."
"She'll lose her clever brain! Damn, and I wanted her to help me with my Potions."
"I think I'll like her better without her clever brain."
"Don't say that! She's really cool! And pretty gorgeous too…"
"And what am I, chopped liver?"
"Guys! Stop! Man, she might not even remember us."
"Why didn't she just do the hovering charm again? She could've saved the club from knocking her out."
"She didn't know it was tumbling down, she was busy talking with me."
Hermione lay on the bed in the infirmary, unknowing of the Gryffindor Team's conversation. The clunk on the head seriously damaged her head. Little did she know, this injury would be worth it.
Oliver lay beside her, since he had not awoken yet from his faint. The team was discussing their injuries, but Madam Pomfrey shooed them away. "Their my patients," she complained, throwing them out of the infirmary. "And they can't even hear you anyway, so there's no use talking to them." She muttered something about, "Nonsense children" and "I thought they'd have more sense in them" as Harry and Ron walked outside in the hall, broomsticks still in hand.
"This is all my fault," Ron groaned. He felt very guilty. "If only I didn't cheer that Oliver was all right and Hermione was clever…If only I didn't throw my club into the air…If only…"
"There's no use complaining about it now," Harry said.
"But…but…I thought you care about Hermione!" Ron cried.
"I do, you know I do, you nutter!" Harry replied, shaking his head. "But there's no use saying 'if only'. It's not really completely, entirely your fault. But it doesn't matter, since we should think about if she's going to be all right, and not think about how you did it."
"All right," Ron said stubbornly. "Okay…man, if only Oliver owned a Firebolt 450, he wouldn't have fallen…"
"And DO NOT place the blame on someone else, Ron!" Harry said, although he laughed. Ron always either thought it was his fault or he blamed it on someone else.
They reached the Fat Lady's portrait and looked at them. "You look as though someone died."
"Well, almost," Harry replied. "Cauldron Cakes."
"In you go, dears…" the Fat Lady replied, still looking at the appearances on their faces.
"HALT!" a soft but confident voice yelled.
Harry and Ron flinched, and slowly turned around. Professor Dumbledore came running behind them.
"Sorry about the yelling," Dumbledore apologized, walking towards them both. "I almost made myself deaf as well."
"What do you need, Professor?" Ron asked, laying his broomstick upon the Fat Lady portrait. She seemed to despise the broomstick, she looked at it as though shooting daggers and said "Humph!" but seemed more interested in Dumbledore's reply.
"I just heard of an accident on the Quidditch pitch," Dumbledore told them, his twinkling blue eyes filled with worry. "Are Miss Granger and Professor Wood all right? It would be an upmost shame to lose intelligent minds like that. Miss Granger with all of her knowledge – Wood with all of Quidditch strategies. Madam Pomfrey is a little upset about the outburst of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and she wouldn't let me in."
"Oliver just fainted after Hermione performed the hovering charm," Harry explained. "And after the club hit Hermione on the head, and she was knocked unconscious." Ron turned pink, still feeling guilty. Dumbledore seemed to know what Ron was thinking about.
"Accidents happen," he told them. "It was an accident that the bludger hit him in the face. It was accident that he fell off of his broomstick. It was very fortunate that Miss Granger remembered the very convenient hovering charm. It was an accident that Mr Weasley-" he glanced at Ron, his eyes very wide yet still tinkling, "-overcome in his excitement, threw the club in the air. It was accident that he missed catching it, and again – an accident that the club hit poor Miss Granger on he head. But accidents happen, and we shouldn't live our lives feeling guilty. I hope they'll be all right. I'll tell Madam Pomfrey that you boys may visit them in the morning. She is your best friend isn't she?"
They both nodded. "Without Hermione I wouldn't have my Broomstick Servicing Kit, or my homework would all be completed," Harry told them. "She's a great friend."
"And without her…" Ron said, prodding his head. "…I would've never learned the Wingardium Leviosa spell!"
Dumbledore, Harry, and Ron laughed, but when Dumbledore stopped, a deafening silence filled the hallways.
"This is a tragedy," Dumbledore told them. "But I urge you not to tell anyone what has happened – I've already told that to the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, which went in the common room earlier. You may, however, tell Hagrid. I personally, have only told him about an accident. You may give him the details. Let us hope that everything will turn out all right."
Harry and Ron nodded again and Dumbledore turned around, eyes still twinkling, but a look of worry pressed down upon his face.
"Should we go down to Hagrid's now?" Ron asked. No sooner had he said this than a brown owl suddenly swooped down above them, dropping a piece of parchment on the ground near Harry. He picked it up and recognised the untidy scrawl as Hagrid's.
"I heard abou' the news from Dumbledore. Is Hermione all righ'? Is Wood? Come over for a cup of tea. I hope Hermione will be fine. – Hagrid"
"Let's go," Harry said confidently, and together they walked across the grounds to Hagrid's Hut, praying along the way that Hermione was all right.
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Hermione opened her eyes. She felt like she had been asleep for a very long time, and her eyelids felt heavy. They were still out of focus, but she saw familiar blurs that looked strangely like a hospital. She blinked a few times, and everything came into view.
She realised, although it took her a while, that she was in the infirmary. She looked to her right, and saw empty beds. She looked in front of her and saw Madam Pomfrey humming away while cleaning the beds. She looked to her left and saw…
"OLIVER!" she cried.
"Oh, you're awake," Madam Pomfrey said, ignoring her cry. "Are you all right? How many fingers am I holding?"
Hermione looked closely. It looked like two, maybe three. It seemed very fuzzy. "Uh…three?"
"Yes, you're right," Madam Pomfrey confirmed. "What's 4 times 8?"
Hermione wracked her brain for an answer. Struggling, she thought, "Why is this so hard?"
"Um…31?"
"32," Madam Pomfrey responding, looking terribly disappointed. "Oh, dear…oh, dear…"
"What's going on with Oliver? Is he all right?" Hermione asked impatiently.
"Yes, he will be fine. He only fainted. But there are more matters at hand that are extremely important. Like your health."
"What's the matter with my health?" Hermione questioned.
"Well, don't you remember what happened?" Madam Pomfrey questioned back.
"When?"
"Oh my goodness…at the Quidditch pitch?"
Hermione searched and searched for answer to "at the Quidditch pitch?" but she found she had no idea what Madam Pomfrey was saying. After a minutes' worth, she saw Oliver falling down, almost to his death. She saw herself, casting a hovering charm to save him. She saw Ron, cheering, throwing his club in the air and hitting her on the head.
"Oh…no…this is terrible! How many days has it been since the accident?"
"Two. It's now Monday – 2 o' clock." Madam Pomfrey replied, pleased that she was remembering things.
"OH NO!" Hermione repeated. "I missed half a days' worth of homework!"
"It's all right, you can catch up," Madam Pomfrey assured her. "But, first I need to make sure you're all right."
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Hermione said, but Madam Pomfrey insisted in checking it out. For the rest of the day Hermione took tests, testing her ability to write, to spells, math, potions, and walk. Although it took a while for all of the abilities to click into her head, she could do them all very well, and Madam Pomfrey gave her full marks.
"Um, Madam Pomfrey," Hermione began, biting her bottom lip. "If Oliver fainted, how come, after 2 days, he hasn't moved?"
"He has moved, don't worry," Madam Pomfrey laughed. "I came to give him medicine this morning for his face, it's badly bruised. He opened his eyes and I gave him the medicine (although he sputtered some of it out, but I agree, it's disgusting), and he yelled something about his Quidditch class. Then, he fainted again."
Hermione smiled. It was just like Oliver to think about Quidditch in situations where it was least necessary. "Uh…could I…could I go back to classes?" Hermione asked. She struggled a bit to ask the question. Her brain was reacting strangely after the accident.
"Hmm…let's see. It's already half past your last lesson before dinner, there's no need," Madam Pomfrey told her. "Why don't you stay and keep Oliver company? Then, you can both go down for dinner. You must be hungry."
Hermione nodded as her stomach rumbled. She pulled up a chair beside Oliver's bed. Although he had a bruise above his left eye and on the very bottom of his chin, it looked surprisingly good, and Hermione thought he looked better than before. He looked like an adorable puppy with his eyes closed, and Hermione noticed that he was 2 inches above the mattress.
"Why is he hovering-?" Hermione asked, but Madam Pomfrey answered quickly, as though reading her mind.
"Your hovering charm that saved him seemed to have stayed a while. Maybe it was a bit strong," Madam Pomfrey said. "I tried to think of a way to get rid of it, but I don't know how…"
"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed. "Descendo!" She said, tapping his arm with her wand, which lay on the table beside her bed before she took it. Oliver dropped quickly to the mattress. That seemed to the trick, however; he opened his eyelids and the first thing he saw was Hermione above him. "She looks incredibly bloody beautiful," Oliver thought. "Am I dreaming?" He blinked again, but she was still there. He found his leg and pinched it. It hurt a lot and he winced. Hermione giggled.
"Are you all right?" Hermione asked.
"Uh, yeah," Oliver replied. "What am I doing here? No, let me rephrase that. What are you doing here?"
"Oh, yeah…you already fainted, didn't you?" Hermione said, remembering the accident again. "Well, I did a hovering charm so you wouldn't fall to your death, and then Ron cheered and threw his club in the air. He missed catching it; it fell, hit me on the head, knocking me unconscious. That's why I'm here as well."
"You saved me? Hermione – if you wasn't for you, I'd be dead by now!" He looked as though he could kiss her. Hermione smiled. It reminded her (although it took her a while to remember) of the time when he almost kissed her at a Quidditch match. She made Harry's glasses repel water as there was a terrible storm going on so he could see around, and Oliver looked like he could kiss her.
"All right, you two lovebirds," Madam Pomfrey interrupted. Both Oliver and Hermione turned a hot shade of pink. Madam Pomfrey noticed and said, "I'm only joking, you two. I know – you're a professor, you're a student. Anyways, dinner's going to start soon, if you wanted to head down to the great hall. You both look great, except for the two bruises, Wood, but other than that, you're great. Are you going to quit Quidditch now?"
"Are you kidding me?!" Oliver exclaimed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm not giving up because of a minor accident! I'll never give up! If anything, I'm going to get a Firebolt 450. They have safety precautions. The Twisters don't."
Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes and continued to clean the beds.
"Shall we?" Oliver asked, opening the door for Hermione.
"Sure!" Hermione said, her face slowly turning back to its normal shade. She was very embarrassed about Madam Pomfrey's comment.
And together they walked down the hall, nothing standing in their way. And nothing ever would.
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AWWWWW! Right? Well, I enjoyed writing this chapter, thank you VERY much, so if you don't like it…well, I just hope you like it. Thanks for all the reviews, I really appreciate them, and I hope that all the readers who wanted more fluff got more fluff!
Chapter 6 will be up soon!