:TY too all my commenters! Thanks to dragon-femme-fatal especially! LOL:
i didn't even notice until u said it! what can i say im a blonde at heart...
Hermione yawned stepping out of her room, dressed in a knee length black skirt, a
white sweater and ankle high heeled boots she started to gather her stuff off the table and put it
into her school bag. She heard Oliver's door close but she kept her back to him putting her
things away, the least she had to speak to him, the better.
"You were supposedly..though I don't quite get why..the 'brains' of all Harry's little
operations last year were you not?" she heard him ask, opening the ice box. (Ice Box's are
exactly the same as refrigerators except they are kept cool by an magic, everlasting huge piece
of ice that sits on the bottom.)
"What's it to you?" she asked back coldly, clicking the snaps closed on her bag.
"Well then you should be able to think of some way to get us out of this Anger
Management course. Unless of course without your "Dream Team" your cant think for
yourself." he added.
Hermione slammed her bag on the table, opening her mouth to say something cruel and
nasty. She paused, took a deep breath and regained her composure.
"You know what?" she said pointing her finger at him. "I have much better things to do
with my time then fight with an washed up Quidditch star.." she took her bag and left the room
quickly slamming the door behind her. Aggravated Oliver stuck his head out the door and yelled
after her; "I AM NOT WASHED UP!!" his only response was a flick of her hand as she
stormed around the corner that showed she really didn't care.
"Why does she get to me like that? How can that little rat get me angry then anyone
else?" Oliver thought drinking his coffee as he walked through a small courtyard that separated
two sections of the building, in the ledges of the arches that were usually filled with glass in the
winter students sat studying or talking and what not.
He found himself wondering why he could get him so mad he wanted to break things,
namely her into small little pieces, or throw her in the shower and put it on so cold she got
frostbite. At least that's what he thought he would do if he got the chance.
"That pretty little chestnut-haired wench was going to try to kill me in my sleep or
something, or so angry I burst a bunch of blood vessels I end up getting permanently damaged."
he though to himself as he took notes off the board in class. He dropped his pen with wide eyes
as he realized he just said 'pretty' and had been refering to Hermione.
"EW!" he said aloud, he got a few dirty and curious looks. He slammed his book
closed. "..Sorry there was a beetle." he said convincingly.
Hermione sat in a comfy chair in her dorm, her mind elsewhere, she had the last period
of the day off because her professor had to go to the Ministry at the last minute. She was
drawing, she wasn't amazingly good but you could tell what she was drawing when she wanted
it to be like that, she just drew for fun. She scratched angrily at the page with her pen, the
cartoon was of Oliver on his broom with a bunch of bludgers hovering in air, about thirty, about
to strike that egotistical man down. She smirked wickedly as she made the face of Oliver's
positively terrified looking.
She didn't even hear it when someone came inside, dropped their bag quietly and
looked over her shoulder. She had been siting on the arm of the chair with her feet propped on
the other side, true she had scolded Oliver for doing this the other day but it was her chair.
"My eyes are not that big!" someone said, Hermione shrieked loudly falling backwards.
To her surprise someone caught her before she smashed her head off the floor. Oliver sat her
feet on the ground.
"DON'T DO THAT!" she said catching her breath.
"A thanks would probably be more practical." he said crossing his arms.
"For what causing me to almost break my neck?" she asked crossing her own arms.
"Or for saving you from breaking your neck." he corrected.
"Whatever. What are you doing back so early?" she asked.
"Its not early its almost five you want to go get coffee after supper?" he asked.
Hermione's eyes widened, she crossed her arms. "To what purpose?"
"So we can figure out how we can get out of this anger management thing
obviously....Ew you didn't think I was asking you out did you?!" he asked, he looked totally
horrified at the idea.
Hermione looked like she swallowed lemon juice. "Do you see me hitting you over the
head with a mallet?"
"Good point..I'll see you at Merainges later." he said, she nodded settling back into her
chair and starting another drawing, this time of a tree.