..:: AN: Heylo! Hmm gotta remember what commenters said..OH YAH! HAH OLLIE BOY!!! im so going to use that somewhere!!! makes mental note thank yah for the unknowingly idea making thing...o.O A bit of fluff in this chapter..sorry? Or do u guys want fluff? Well i got one of my HP hating (yes i said hating, i know its terrible isn't it?) friends, well my best friend (hp hating best friend, well nobodies perfect eh?lol) to read this and she says they shouldn't end up being all 'in loveish' and stuff. You guys are the readers and this was supposed to be a romance story, but TELL ME WHAT U GUYS THINK!!!!!!!!!!!So right...Oh yes new news: COMMENTING WILL INCREASE YOUR BRAIN POWER BY...A POSITIVE NUMBER?? SO YAH COMMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!::..
Hermione sat in class her head in her hand as she scribbled aimlessly at her
notebook, she still had the dim headache that came after her hangover and she didn't
expect it to go away soon. Their Professor, a dull middle aged wizard with a grey
ponytail, could have given Professor Binns a run for his money when it came to boring.
Already knowing what he was talking about she let her mind wander, after all who could
pay attention with your temples throbbing in protest?
She had always though Oliver completely detested her, she didn't think he was
just being noble last night when he saved her, it was though he wanted to save her more
then clear his own conscience. He had saved her even after she had punched him, not to
mention took care of her. Was she seeing a new side of Oliver? Was she catching a
glimpse of the normal, sweet, heartthrob all the girls loved back in Hogwarts?
"Never.." Hermione thought flatly, "He must have done that so I didn't hurt him
again. Besides even if he is a total idiot, he would still have a thread of decency to save
me from getting into big trouble." she thought to herself, lazily watching out the window
at the dull grey sky.
But something inside Hermione cringed as she thought coldly of Oliver,
Hermione had felt that before, she felt guilty, she felt as though she was lying to herself
just so she could go on hating him.
"That makes no sense," Hermione pondered, "Why would anyone want to hate
someone? Especially when they have to live with them for the next year at least?
Wouldn't it just be easier to be friends," her thought was interrupted by the bell. She
stood up getting her red bag from off the floor and cramming her books into it.
"Being friends would be better, hell even being madly in lov--" Hermione's eyes
widened and she froze on the spot, her hand inches from the book she was about to get as
she thought about what she was saying.
Oliver sat outside underneath a large tree, not thinking about the homework that
was spread in front of him, quite the contrary actually, though he hated to admit it, he was
thinking about Hermione.
"I wonder if she's gotten rid of the headache yet," he thought, his lips pulling into
a smirk. "She was rather quiet this morning, if that's how she acts after getting smashed,
maybe she should try it more often."
Though he was rather proud of knocking that bloody faggot out in front of the pub
one thing was still nagging at him. Though he often denied it, Hermione was the smartest
girl he knew, she had a strong head on her shoulders? "So what in the world would cause
Miss Independent Hermione go and drown her problems in liquor for? Why the hell
would Hermione sod off and go and get herself drunk?" he wondered. "What happened to
her before she went out. She didn't come back to the dorm after she punched me, no she
would have...what..Hermione wouldn't have drank that much because of the fight she had
with me? Would she?" he thought, he never thought he would get her that upset.
"Well that's a bit of a lie, I wanted to get her mad, I thought I hated her. Wait why
am I saying 'hated,' of course I wouldn't be cruel to her after that. I was thinking of
starting being my normal hateful self towards her tomorrow, but why did I say hated?
Is there even the slightest chance that Hermione's gone back to the girl who used
to cheer for me and Harry at Quidditch matches? Who I almost kissed in joy when she
had charmed Harry's glasses to repel water all those years ago? She couldn't be going
back to normal could she? I didn't hate her then, but then again why do I hate her now?"
His eyes widened as he processed that last thought. Was Oliver really denying he hated
the woman that could make him want to blow up his own trophies in anger, made his
blood boil that way?
"But then again why do I hate her? Just because of that fight we had? She's had
much larger fights over much larger problems with Harry and Ron, I mean I had seen
them fighting in the common room plenty of times while I was at Hogwarts. When I'm
not near her, I don't seem to hate her so much? Am I just pretending to hate her, and if so
then why?
It'd be much easier if we were friends, after all we have to live together, besides if
it had been anyone else I to stay cooped up with in a flat on a rather romantic college
setting we probably would have fallen for eac--" Oliver paused, his paper cup of coffee
falling onto the grass and spilling over the lush green grass and soaking into the ground.
With wide eyes, Oliver sat as though petrified as he went over the last thought in fear.
Hermione walked inside the dark hallway, she fell silent as she saw Oliver leaning
against the door. From the outside all the flats appeared to be normal muggle-like dorms,
so when the building inspections had to be done the muggle township didn't get
suspicious. Therefore all students had to get into their flats using keys, which was also
helpful because then witches couldn't break in with their wands.
"Forgot my key inside.." he mumbled, though Hermione felt rather mono-toned
herself, he seemed to be the same way. She nodded numbly sliding her key inside the hole
and opening the door. Both of them walked inside, Hermione closed the door softly.
Both of them walked into their rooms and slammed their own doors in unison without a
word to each other.