..::Hey hey!! Aww sorry dragon-femme-fetal i didn't mean any offence! yah i always kinda wondered where that 'blodes are dense' thing came from too..and if blondes were dense why were people always trying to diet heir hair blonde or get blonde highlights? Confusing..Well thank you to all my other commenters: grahamcrackers, CuTe AnGeLs, Teen Typist (ur name gives me the earge to sing the 'teen titains' them song for some reason), Kp, S.S. Harry, & I am just a reader. Thanks!!! Oh yah authory ppl who have Windows XP. K i write my stories in WordPerfect9 and then copy them into WordPad, What do you save the documents as so your formatting isn't all screwed? ALso its hella annoying cause see mine doesn't have the spacing selection under 'paragraph' so if anyone knows another way of spacing instead of by hand like i do i'd like to know. thanks!::..
Hermione sat across from Oliver, she sat on one of the tables, her feet resting on the
back of the bench below her. Like most colleges the desks were set up starting out high at the
back of the room, the lowering in steps towards the front, they were thick wooden desks with
uncomfortably stiff wooden benches. The professor was sitting at the desk, reading a magazine,
they had told them what to do and if they needed help to ask her.
"This is ridiculous!" Oliver groaned running a hand through his hair.
"I have to agree but we're not going to get out of here until it looks like were making
some progress. So you can go first, Oliver what is it that really bugs you about me?" she said,
knowing it was torture for him to go first she smiled in a sweet-sarcastic manor.
"Want a list?" he asked mocking her false sugarcoated attitude.
"Sure..knock yourself out." she said leaning back on her palms, he sat on the table on
the level below her, he had been relaxed, his fingers laced behind his head and his legs propped
up on the table above him. He suddenly straightened and sat up.
"Well you're an unbearably proud woman, too proud to realize that maybe just maybe
there's someone out there better then you. You over think everything which always makes you
bitchy, which ends up making me miserable. You miss the bigger picture all the time when your
worrying about little things like 'someone's hurt hand' and forget what we all came there to do.
You've got this stuck up sort of way you carry yourself that makes me so angry I could
scream..what makes you better then everybody else Granger? And how come you don't just
act like the snob you want to be instead of the silent better-then-everyone-else attitude you
have? "
Hermione smirked, Oliver was aghast, she was smirking! After all those cruel things he
had said, this woman could stand, well sit, before him and smirk in the face of the someone who
would make any other person cry with those words.
"Is that what you really think Oliver?" she asked, her voice almost excited with
inquisitiveness. Oliver shrugged, and to his shock, she laughed. A airy and laugh that made him
shiver, what was going on?
"That's pathetic! You think you know me..you don't know the first thing about me Mr.
Wood." she said his name coldly. "You don't know the first thing about me.." she repeated, her
eyes showed no lies.
"Fine, what is it you don't like about me?" Oliver said. Hermione sat forwards.
"You care so much about winning, you don't care what happens to people who respect
you in the process. You get so tied up in your own little world that you forget the well-being of
others, over things that wont matter in the long run." she said. Oliver looked her in the eyes as
she spoke, he could almost see flames dancing in them from anger.
"And you thought I didn't know you..your even worse. The only reason I made Harry
try and play that day is because he said he was fine and I've seen Harry play with a broken rib
before and he had barely broken two fingers, sure there was a lot of blood but it was play or
loose the cup. Harry wouldn't have given a damn about bleeding on his broomstick, but if we
hadn't won he'd be beating himself down about that for years, I've seen it happen before and I
knew he would get the snitch. Which he did now didn't he?" he said standing up, Hermione
hopped up.
"Well yes..but that shouldn't have given you the right to make the decision for him!" she
snapped, even with her shoes on he was still quite a bit taller then she was.
"I'm the bloody captain of course its my decision! I didn't see the mascots directing the
team to victory!" he said the loudness of his voice raising slightly.
"You mean was the captain.." she said coldly. Oliver thought like he was going to loose
it.
"And you Miss Granger are more pathetic without your 'Dream Team,' what's the
matter Hermione? Not able to come up without any clever schemes to get out of this without
Ron and Harry? Ahh..now we're getting somewhere. That must be why you canceled planning
our escape over coffee." he said looking down at her, from her rigid posture he could tell she
was furious.
Oliver smirked.
"If your so high Wood how come you just didn't come up with a bloody plan of your
own? Hmm? Cant understand how to do things if their not in the air and requiring a broom?"
she shot back, somehow cooling down. Oliver raised an eyebrow.
"Ever consider Granger that maybe I never had to bend the rules to get where I wanted
in life–" he was interrupted as Hermione punched him sharply in the jaw. Quite a punch it was
too, Oliver stumbled backwards and fell onto his back. He felt his chin and saw a bit of blood
on his hand, her ring had cut his chin and it was now bleeding.
Hermione looked down at him, out of her purse she pulled out a black and red
handkerchief throwing it in his lap.
"I'd heal that but I bet I can't do it without my back-up team." she said, her tone could
have caused a volcano to freeze over. With that she walked out of the classroom briskly leaving
Oliver alone with the Professor trying to heal his bleeding chin.
Hermione sat at the bar counter in the local pub, holding back tears she downed the
rest of her drink. She shook her head to get rid of the small bit of dizziness that followed, after
that meeting with Oliver she could face the dizziness if it calmed her down.
"So what if some good for nothing pompous idiot knows how your still adjusting to not
seeing your best friends every day. How badly you miss them when your away? He was wrong
about you depending on them like that, you depend on them because they are your friends, but
you don't need them to get to places in your life-" she thought, her train of though interrupted by
a hiccup. "-He's just jealous because you have brains and talent..Where as he only has..." she
took a large sip of her drink. "Really, really nice pecs and brilliant eyes." she thought to herself
as she tried to stand up.
Her vision blurred, the neon-blue lights of the bar turned into almost star like blurs and
the solid objects seemed to tilt for a moment. Hermione left much more money then she needed
too on the counter, missing the counter completely and sending the change all over the floor.
Somehow she managed to walk without running into anything, through the bar door, but
it was then she collided with someone. She heard a throaty laugh, from her spot on the ground
she looked up as best she could to see a rather cute yet menacing looking college boy, he was
too masculine for her taste, with huge triceps, from what she had seen from football players he
looked like he fit the stereotype perfectly.
"Hey sweetie.." he said. Hermione stumbled to her feet, clutching her pounding head.
"G-G-Get away!" she stammered stepping out onto the sidewalk, she felt the boy put
his arm tightly around her wrist. When she was sober Hermione was quite skilled in self
defense, but when she was not sober, well she was a little more then totally unprepared.
"What's the hurry sweetie?" he asked pulling her close to him. Hermione kicked him in
the chins but he just tightened his grip. Hermione felt her vision blur completely as the pounding
in her head got louder and her knees gave out.
"GET AWAY FROM HER!!" shouted a very angry voice. Hermione could see a flurry
of brown and black run towards the grotesque boy, she heard him curse and the sound of a fist
making contact with the side of someone's skull and someone falling onto the ground. It was
then that Hermione blacked out.
Hermione opened her eyes weakly, she had a terrible migraine and her throat tasted
sour like vomit. It was still dark, but she could see a dim light on, slowly she tried to sit up but
instantly the migraine worsened and she laid back down.
"That probably isn't the best thing to try and do.." said a voice quietly, relaxing her
somehow. She felt someone press a damp cloth to her forehead, the feel of it made her sigh of
relief.
"Where am I?" she whispered, the room looked strange to her, but truth be told she
couldn't remember much.
"My room, you charmed your room to only let you in on your command..to keep me
out I'd daresay. But go back to sleep Hermione you need your rest after getting smashed like
that. We'll talk later." Suddenly Hermione realized who's voice that was, it was Oliver, Oliver
had saved her from probably getting raped by that psychopathic football player, and from
passing out cold on the street. Oliver Wood was taking care of her.
"What's there to talk about? You pissed me off, I handled I poorly." she was too tired,
not to mention slightly delirious to care that she was being brutally honest. The pounding in her
head was getting worse.
"Hermione..talking to me is only going to get you more angry. You don't need that right
now, I said we can talk later." he said, she felt him move the hair that was sticking to her face.
"Thanks," she said quietly letting her eyes close tighter.
"For?"
"Saving me, I wouldn't have thought that of a ignorant Quidditch Captain." she smiled,
she was in the same room as Oliver Wood and she was smiling.
"Don't you mean 'washed up Quidditch Captain'?" He asked smirking as he sat down
on the couch he had moved into his room.
"I said what I said.." she yawned, with that she fell asleep.