..::AN: SOrry about the little laspe of time between updating, i've been really busy. There probably wont be an update tommorow because i have a math assignment due and get my harry potter tickets (YAAAAAAAAYY) and stuff. But if your lucky maybe. So heres a long chapter, 5 pages not bad. But it is double spaced but alrighty.::..
Hermione had a terrible migraine the next morning, if it hadn't been a Saturday she
guessed she would have owled in sick. Yawning she threw back her duvet and drew back the
curtains on her window, it was up rather high so she had to stand on her bed to reach the
curtains.
To her unhappy surprise, the sky was dark and rain was coming down in heavy sheets.
Large puddles were forming on the ground, and the water fountain in the courtyard looked like
it was about to overflow, the sound of rain against the ceiling suddenly made its presence
known as Hermione frowned.
She crossed her arms over her chest looking out the window she watched the muggle's
cars go whizzing by a little ways off the estate that the college was on. Truth be told, Hermione
liked the rain, but today it seemed to be a little to bitter, it reflected her mood too much.
To her surprise she saw someone in a black cloak run up the stairs to the building, she
couldn't make out who it was but she sighed feeling sorry for whoever it was, they must be
soaking wet.
Hermione made her way out of her room, she brushed a bit of her hair that had fallen
out of her french braid during the night out of her face, not in the mood to take a shower yet
Hermione decided she'd eat first before getting all made up with no where to go.
Looking in the icebox she noticed there was no milk, after inspecting the cupboards she
noticed her favorite sugary cereal was gone as well, she saw the empty box in the rubbish bin.
"Oliver must have eaten the rest..." she sighed again sadly, she screamed loudly as the
door was flung open rather loudly and a cloaked and hooded figure, sopping wet, stood in the
doorway.
"Sorry," it mumbled, it stepped inside and prodded its cloak with its wand and instantly
it was dry. Oliver shed off the cloak and put it on the rack by the door.
Hermione rolled her eyes, her breath still quick from the scare. She raised an eyebrow
as he placed a paper bag on the island in the kitchen.
"What's that?" she asked, he shrugged putting some groceries out on the island.
"Since you paid for groceries last week, I went out and got some of the stuff we were
missing. I ate the last bit of the cereal so I got some more of that, milk, dish soap, oh yah and
these.." he pulled a white box out of bag that was tied up with a strand of simple blue ribbon.
Hermione tilted her head as she looked at it, she recognized the golden logo on the
ribbon, it was from the local coffee shop. Hermione opened it carefully to see two large and
wonderfully delicious looking cinnamon buns.
"You've been living off cereal for a week now, thought you might like a change.." he
shrugged. Hermione's eyes widened.
"No way! Oliver..thinking of someone else for a change?! I must still be drunk!" she
thought in disbelief.
"Uhh..that was rather nice of you..thanks." she managed to say. She went to the
cupboard and got out two small plates and helped him put away the groceries in silence.
"Don't get use to it..I only got them because I wanted a coffee and it was cheaper to
buy two then one.." he mumbled, Hermione sighed. Now that was the Oliver she knew.
"Don't worry I wont.." she replied sitting down and biting into the yummy pastry. Using
her wand she prodded the white china cup on the coffee table and it instantly filled with a warm
cappuccino with fluffy whipped cream. Sitting on her comfy chair she sat there and eating and
drinking slowly while watching the rain come down through the veranda window.
Oliver sat at the kitchen table flipping through the Daily Prophet aimlessly, he started
reading the Quidditch stats, but he felt his eyes wander to the person sitting in the powder blue
chair.
"She's rather pretty when he mouth isn't flapping and she's going on about how useless
I am." he thought, he scolded himself in his head. He bit into the cinnamon bun, not noticing he
was still watching her. The french braid gathered elegantly down her back held in place by a
simple pink ribbon, she was wearing a pair of blue pajamas, a tank top with something written
on the front, and matching bottoms. She had been walking around the flat in bare feet all
morning, her toenails were professionally painted as were her fingernails. Though she had no
make-up on and her hair was falling out of the braid she still managed to look pretty, hating
himself for thinking so, Oliver was impressed.
"Stop it! Stop it stop it stop it!! You hate her, she hates you, its one big hating frenzy
complete with strangling, anger management and rising blood pressures..your meant to hate
her." he scolded himself. His mind racing Oliver stood up, Hermione jumped as his chair
squealed loudly as it was pushed back. She turned the braid flipping onto her other shoulder,
she watched him go to the door and open it getting his key off the counter.
"Where are you going?" she asked, Oliver blinked, that almost sounded...sincere?
"Library." he muttered closing the door leaving Hermione alone so she could take her
shower.
..::Fast Forward to Christmas::..
Hermione sighed, the last few months had been completely uneventful. Her classes, had
grown more dull due to preparation for a bunch of tests coming up after the Christmas holidays,
the campus had grown even more quiet lately since most students had gone home for the
holidays.
Hermione's parents had one a trip for two to Australia, as Hermione just went there in
the summer she had politely denied them paying for her to tag along and said this could be their
lovely 'romantic getaway.' For some reason Hermione could not fathom, she didn't even feel
like staying at the Burrow with the Weasley's. Of course she was going over there for
Christmas diner like she usually did, but she wasn't going to stay the week, the thought of Ron
and Harry made her cringe. She missed them terribly, Harry was already and Pro Quidditch
player, and Ron worked in the Ministry of Magic in the Quidditch department.
She groaned as someone knocked on the door, if it was another person coming around
asking her if she was staying for the holidays and inviting her to another frat party she was going
to scream. She walked over to the door and through it open, she felt someone laugh and hug
her tightly around the middle.
"Hey Hermione, miss me?!" laughed a black haired, spectacled, tall boy who set her
down on the ground. Hermione squealed and hugged him tightly.
"Harry!!" she laughed kissing him on the cheek friendly like. "Of course I missed you.
It's sort of eerie you showed up, I was thinking about you and Ron and how much I miss you
guys!" she smiled.
Harry had grown quite tall by now, he was still pretty lean but he had plenty of hidden
muscle thanks to Quidditch. His eyes were the same entrancing green they always were,
showing brightly even through his glasses, the look was topped off by the usually, cute yet
messy jet black hair.
"Really? Who'd you miss more?" he asked. Hermione laughed.
"You of course! Unless Ron asks then its him." she teased going to put some tea on.
Harry flopped down on the couch looking around, after putting his cloak on the rack by the
door.
"You haven't been answering any of my owls, I was starting to get worried." she said
putting some tea bags into china cups.
"I was really busy, I'm sorry Hermione, believe me if I could have I would have. But I
missed my favorite witch so I decided 'what the hell,' and decided to high tail it down this way
to see her." he said taking the cup out of Hermione's hands a few minute later, he smiled, the
gesture warmed her and made her smile.
"This is a great place, so who's the roomy? Is she cute?" he asked wiggling his
eyebrows, Hermione almost spat her tea out, but she swallowed it with difficulty.
"I-uh..well someone signed up last minute, and well..I'm sharing the flat with a guy." she
said. Harry's eyes widened.
"What? Are you two like..no you wouldn't be. Would you? Is it anyone I know?" he
stammered. Hermione laughed.
"Its Oliver." she said simply. Harry's eyes widened again.
"Wood? Quidditch Captain? That Oliver Wood? Your with Oliver Wood." he
stammered. Hermione coughed as she choked on her tea.
"NO!! I was answering the more personal 'are you two like.." of your questions, I
meant that's who I'm sharing the flat with! And of course that Oliver, what Oliver do you
know?" Hermione said, she shifted her position on the chair, moving her legs underneath her.
Harry sighed of relief. "Not that it's totally out of the question I mean I can see you and
Oliver..." he was interrupted by the look of horror on Hermione's face.
"Oh ok..OUCH! That was a little harsh there Harry dear." she said putting a hand to
her chest as though wounded. Harry laughed finishing off the rest of his tea.
"But like I was saying, after that fight I don't know how you two can stand each other."
A door slammed and Hermione jumped to see Oliver coming into the flat.
"You could knock." Hermione said coldly, thanking her stars he hadn't come into the
conversation earlier, she did not want to have to stick up for herself in front of him.
"Why the hell would I do that? It's my bloody flat too." he shot back. After his little
cinnamon bun thing a few months ago, they'd gone back to their normal attitude towards each
other. Hermione felt her anger rise.
"What if me and Harry we're talking privately, or doing something else?" she said.
Oliver raised an eyebrow.
"I doubt you and Harry would be shagging on the couch so I don't think I'm going to
worry much about the knocking on the door thing." he turned to Hermione in a way that was
completely ignoring her. Hermione's jaw dropped.
"Hey Harry! How have you been?" he asked. Harry looked back and forth from
Hermione to Oliver with a slightly shocked expression.
"Uh...good? If this is a bad time I can come back later." he said standing up wondering
why they were being more hostile then he thought they would have been. Obviously, Harry
hadn't been updated lately on Hermione's intense loathing for the boy.
"No Harry its alright. Just because Ollie Boy here came back doesn't mean we have to
refrain from using big words. We'll get him a nice little dictionary and then he can spend hours
looking up the term "ignoramus" just to see his picture's right beside the bloody definition." She
said coldly standing up. Oliver turned on her his eyes ablaze, his posture now rigid with anger.
"Oh that's brilliant!" he shot back loudly. "Then we can look up the word
'independent' and see that your name's not anywhere underneath it! Why did you really get that
modeling job Hermione? So you could buy your way into to college? Because without you
being the 'brains' in order to fowl up some dastardly evil you cant do anything. You need that
pressure Granger, otherwise you fail, without your Dream Team your just..oh what a normal
witch? Can't live with that Granger? Have to be in the spotlight again just so you can get the
glory?" he asked.
Hermione's glare was icy, she felt anger boiling to a point she had never felt before, it
grew worse as Oliver smiled triumphantly.
"Can't live without being in the spotlight, without the cheers, without that feeling of
blushing as you get compliments in showers. "Oh Hermione your so smart!" Or maybe, just
maybe you didn't want to be Harry's sidekick anymore.." he was interrupted as Hermione
slapped him roughly across the face. Her shoulders were rigid and quivering slightly in anger.
"Your retched little maggot!!" she screamed angrily, she threw the nearest thing at him,
a large ceremic vase. He ducked just in time as it shattered against the wall. Hermione whipped
out her wand.
"Accio key!!" She said with a reflex that took Oliver by surprise, his key flew out of his
hand and into her open one.
"You better get out, or you'll end up like that vase." she said quietly, yet Oliver had
never heard her voice more disgusted with him.
"Like I'd want to be stuck in the same room with you for another minute..." he said, he
grabbed his cloak that he hadn't taken with him to begin with, off the peg and left slamming the
door loudly. Several pictures fell off the wall and shattered from the loud noise.
Harry blinked, Hermione ran a hand through her hair, she swallowed hard but she
started to feel a lump in her throat.
"Herm? Hun are you alright?" Harry asked standing up, Hermione sat down on the
coffee table and began to sob silently. Harry didn't have to ask what was wrong, he could tell
she was wondering if what Oliver had said was true.
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Hermione had a terrible migraine the next morning, if it hadn't been a Saturday she
guessed she would have owled in sick. Yawning she threw back her duvet and drew back the
curtains on her window, it was up rather high so she had to stand on her bed to reach the
curtains.
To her unhappy surprise, the sky was dark and rain was coming down in heavy sheets.
Large puddles were forming on the ground, and the water fountain in the courtyard looked like
it was about to overflow, the sound of rain against the ceiling suddenly made its presence
known as Hermione frowned.
She crossed her arms over her chest looking out the window she watched the muggle's
cars go whizzing by a little ways off the estate that the college was on. Truth be told, Hermione
liked the rain, but today it seemed to be a little to bitter, it reflected her mood too much.
To her surprise she saw someone in a black cloak run up the stairs to the building, she
couldn't make out who it was but she sighed feeling sorry for whoever it was, they must be
soaking wet.
Hermione made her way out of her room, she brushed a bit of her hair that had fallen
out of her french braid during the night out of her face, not in the mood to take a shower yet
Hermione decided she'd eat first before getting all made up with no where to go.
Looking in the icebox she noticed there was no milk, after inspecting the cupboards she
noticed her favorite sugary cereal was gone as well, she saw the empty box in the rubbish bin.
"Oliver must have eaten the rest..." she sighed again sadly, she screamed loudly as the
door was flung open rather loudly and a cloaked and hooded figure, sopping wet, stood in the
doorway.
"Sorry," it mumbled, it stepped inside and prodded its cloak with its wand and instantly
it was dry. Oliver shed off the cloak and put it on the rack by the door.
Hermione rolled her eyes, her breath still quick from the scare. She raised an eyebrow
as he placed a paper bag on the island in the kitchen.
"What's that?" she asked, he shrugged putting some groceries out on the island.
"Since you paid for groceries last week, I went out and got some of the stuff we were
missing. I ate the last bit of the cereal so I got some more of that, milk, dish soap, oh yah and
these.." he pulled a white box out of bag that was tied up with a strand of simple blue ribbon.
Hermione tilted her head as she looked at it, she recognized the golden logo on the
ribbon, it was from the local coffee shop. Hermione opened it carefully to see two large and
wonderfully delicious looking cinnamon buns.
"You've been living off cereal for a week now, thought you might like a change.." he
shrugged. Hermione's eyes widened.
"No way! Oliver..thinking of someone else for a change?! I must still be drunk!" she
thought in disbelief.
"Uhh..that was rather nice of you..thanks." she managed to say. She went to the
cupboard and got out two small plates and helped him put away the groceries in silence.
"Don't get use to it..I only got them because I wanted a coffee and it was cheaper to
buy two then one.." he mumbled, Hermione sighed. Now that was the Oliver she knew.
"Don't worry I wont.." she replied sitting down and biting into the yummy pastry. Using
her wand she prodded the white china cup on the coffee table and it instantly filled with a warm
cappuccino with fluffy whipped cream. Sitting on her comfy chair she sat there and eating and
drinking slowly while watching the rain come down through the veranda window.
Oliver sat at the kitchen table flipping through the Daily Prophet aimlessly, he started
reading the Quidditch stats, but he felt his eyes wander to the person sitting in the powder blue
chair.
"She's rather pretty when he mouth isn't flapping and she's going on about how useless
I am." he thought, he scolded himself in his head. He bit into the cinnamon bun, not noticing he
was still watching her. The french braid gathered elegantly down her back held in place by a
simple pink ribbon, she was wearing a pair of blue pajamas, a tank top with something written
on the front, and matching bottoms. She had been walking around the flat in bare feet all
morning, her toenails were professionally painted as were her fingernails. Though she had no
make-up on and her hair was falling out of the braid she still managed to look pretty, hating
himself for thinking so, Oliver was impressed.
"Stop it! Stop it stop it stop it!! You hate her, she hates you, its one big hating frenzy
complete with strangling, anger management and rising blood pressures..your meant to hate
her." he scolded himself. His mind racing Oliver stood up, Hermione jumped as his chair
squealed loudly as it was pushed back. She turned the braid flipping onto her other shoulder,
she watched him go to the door and open it getting his key off the counter.
"Where are you going?" she asked, Oliver blinked, that almost sounded...sincere?
"Library." he muttered closing the door leaving Hermione alone so she could take her
shower.
..::Fast Forward to Christmas::..
Hermione sighed, the last few months had been completely uneventful. Her classes, had
grown more dull due to preparation for a bunch of tests coming up after the Christmas holidays,
the campus had grown even more quiet lately since most students had gone home for the
holidays.
Hermione's parents had one a trip for two to Australia, as Hermione just went there in
the summer she had politely denied them paying for her to tag along and said this could be their
lovely 'romantic getaway.' For some reason Hermione could not fathom, she didn't even feel
like staying at the Burrow with the Weasley's. Of course she was going over there for
Christmas diner like she usually did, but she wasn't going to stay the week, the thought of Ron
and Harry made her cringe. She missed them terribly, Harry was already and Pro Quidditch
player, and Ron worked in the Ministry of Magic in the Quidditch department.
She groaned as someone knocked on the door, if it was another person coming around
asking her if she was staying for the holidays and inviting her to another frat party she was going
to scream. She walked over to the door and through it open, she felt someone laugh and hug
her tightly around the middle.
"Hey Hermione, miss me?!" laughed a black haired, spectacled, tall boy who set her
down on the ground. Hermione squealed and hugged him tightly.
"Harry!!" she laughed kissing him on the cheek friendly like. "Of course I missed you.
It's sort of eerie you showed up, I was thinking about you and Ron and how much I miss you
guys!" she smiled.
Harry had grown quite tall by now, he was still pretty lean but he had plenty of hidden
muscle thanks to Quidditch. His eyes were the same entrancing green they always were,
showing brightly even through his glasses, the look was topped off by the usually, cute yet
messy jet black hair.
"Really? Who'd you miss more?" he asked. Hermione laughed.
"You of course! Unless Ron asks then its him." she teased going to put some tea on.
Harry flopped down on the couch looking around, after putting his cloak on the rack by the
door.
"You haven't been answering any of my owls, I was starting to get worried." she said
putting some tea bags into china cups.
"I was really busy, I'm sorry Hermione, believe me if I could have I would have. But I
missed my favorite witch so I decided 'what the hell,' and decided to high tail it down this way
to see her." he said taking the cup out of Hermione's hands a few minute later, he smiled, the
gesture warmed her and made her smile.
"This is a great place, so who's the roomy? Is she cute?" he asked wiggling his
eyebrows, Hermione almost spat her tea out, but she swallowed it with difficulty.
"I-uh..well someone signed up last minute, and well..I'm sharing the flat with a guy." she
said. Harry's eyes widened.
"What? Are you two like..no you wouldn't be. Would you? Is it anyone I know?" he
stammered. Hermione laughed.
"Its Oliver." she said simply. Harry's eyes widened again.
"Wood? Quidditch Captain? That Oliver Wood? Your with Oliver Wood." he
stammered. Hermione coughed as she choked on her tea.
"NO!! I was answering the more personal 'are you two like.." of your questions, I
meant that's who I'm sharing the flat with! And of course that Oliver, what Oliver do you
know?" Hermione said, she shifted her position on the chair, moving her legs underneath her.
Harry sighed of relief. "Not that it's totally out of the question I mean I can see you and
Oliver..." he was interrupted by the look of horror on Hermione's face.
"Oh ok..OUCH! That was a little harsh there Harry dear." she said putting a hand to
her chest as though wounded. Harry laughed finishing off the rest of his tea.
"But like I was saying, after that fight I don't know how you two can stand each other."
A door slammed and Hermione jumped to see Oliver coming into the flat.
"You could knock." Hermione said coldly, thanking her stars he hadn't come into the
conversation earlier, she did not want to have to stick up for herself in front of him.
"Why the hell would I do that? It's my bloody flat too." he shot back. After his little
cinnamon bun thing a few months ago, they'd gone back to their normal attitude towards each
other. Hermione felt her anger rise.
"What if me and Harry we're talking privately, or doing something else?" she said.
Oliver raised an eyebrow.
"I doubt you and Harry would be shagging on the couch so I don't think I'm going to
worry much about the knocking on the door thing." he turned to Hermione in a way that was
completely ignoring her. Hermione's jaw dropped.
"Hey Harry! How have you been?" he asked. Harry looked back and forth from
Hermione to Oliver with a slightly shocked expression.
"Uh...good? If this is a bad time I can come back later." he said standing up wondering
why they were being more hostile then he thought they would have been. Obviously, Harry
hadn't been updated lately on Hermione's intense loathing for the boy.
"No Harry its alright. Just because Ollie Boy here came back doesn't mean we have to
refrain from using big words. We'll get him a nice little dictionary and then he can spend hours
looking up the term "ignoramus" just to see his picture's right beside the bloody definition." She
said coldly standing up. Oliver turned on her his eyes ablaze, his posture now rigid with anger.
"Oh that's brilliant!" he shot back loudly. "Then we can look up the word
'independent' and see that your name's not anywhere underneath it! Why did you really get that
modeling job Hermione? So you could buy your way into to college? Because without you
being the 'brains' in order to fowl up some dastardly evil you cant do anything. You need that
pressure Granger, otherwise you fail, without your Dream Team your just..oh what a normal
witch? Can't live with that Granger? Have to be in the spotlight again just so you can get the
glory?" he asked.
Hermione's glare was icy, she felt anger boiling to a point she had never felt before, it
grew worse as Oliver smiled triumphantly.
"Can't live without being in the spotlight, without the cheers, without that feeling of
blushing as you get compliments in showers. "Oh Hermione your so smart!" Or maybe, just
maybe you didn't want to be Harry's sidekick anymore.." he was interrupted as Hermione
slapped him roughly across the face. Her shoulders were rigid and quivering slightly in anger.
"Your retched little maggot!!" she screamed angrily, she threw the nearest thing at him,
a large ceremic vase. He ducked just in time as it shattered against the wall. Hermione whipped
out her wand.
"Accio key!!" She said with a reflex that took Oliver by surprise, his key flew out of his
hand and into her open one.
"You better get out, or you'll end up like that vase." she said quietly, yet Oliver had
never heard her voice more disgusted with him.
"Like I'd want to be stuck in the same room with you for another minute..." he said, he
grabbed his cloak that he hadn't taken with him to begin with, off the peg and left slamming the
door loudly. Several pictures fell off the wall and shattered from the loud noise.
Harry blinked, Hermione ran a hand through her hair, she swallowed hard but she
started to feel a lump in her throat.
"Herm? Hun are you alright?" Harry asked standing up, Hermione sat down on the
coffee table and began to sob silently. Harry didn't have to ask what was wrong, he could tell
she was wondering if what Oliver had said was true.
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