.:: AN: Sorry about the long time for updating, i was loosing that imaginative spark ya know? Being grounded and doing nothing what-so-ever but drawing and swimming sorta brought that back. HEres the LAST CHAPTER!!! ack!! thanks all!!btw theres so many headerrules cause they wont let me do my little star seperating thing and the breaks get all messed up --' grr::.

Hermione sat on Ginny's window seat watching the snowflakes again, she felt really

weird, no person could get her this angry and make her feel when he was nice to

her, like Oliver could. Hermione wondered if deep down she actually wanted to be friends with

him, or maybe something-no that wasn't it. It couldn't be it could it? But still, Hermione

wondered what had happened that night that made Oliver more cruel then usual, now she knew

he was wrong but she didn't really know what to say to him anyway. She really didn't want to

face him, not yet, the look they shared was so cold and distant she could have sworn he loathed

her too. Yet sometimes she would catch him being nice to her, not extremely nice but little things

like how he made sure he never touched her things in the bathroom, he never even glanced on

her side of the bathroom cupboard or opened it. If he was going downstairs to get the laundry

he'd bring up her bag if it was done and just leave it by her door, she always did the same thing

but still it felt weird for having him do things like that for her.

Hermione played with a strand of her hair, Ginny had just come up and brought

Hermione a glass of water which she had taken thankfully, Ginny was now back downstairs

because Hermione said she needed a minute or so alone. Ginny was a really sweet girl and

Hermione and her had grown quite close, like sisters almost and Ginny had known that she

needed to be alone before she said anything.

Hermione drew her knees up to her chest and held them as she thought, she knew if she

spoke to Oliver she would ruin this dinner for the Weasleys', she didn't want to be the cause of

a huge violent outbreak or the random explosion of the turkey due to suppressed rage. So how

would she deal.

"I could just ignore him." she thought clicking her tongue unbeknownst to the loud noise

she made, Crookshanks, who was rolling around on the bed with a feather from Ginny's pink

fluffy pillow, jumped and fell onto the floor with a loud thunk. Hermione turned from the

window and smiled at the cat, Crookshanks purred loudly in an almost reassuring way.

"If you think I can do it then that's good enough for me." She said to the cat picking

Crookshanks up, keeping him away from her a little as not to be covered in orange fur, and

kissed him lightly on the head before setting him down gently on the ground before heading

back downstairs.
Oliver looked at his plate solemnly, he knew he had hurt Hermione but there really

wasn't anything else he could have done, he knew he had been to harsh but once again there

was no way around it. Hermione didn't deserve to be treated that way, no one did, but she

didn't know what had happened to him lately and he didn't really want to tell her. Oliver didn't

want to tell her what had happened that day but they still had to survive another semester so he

felt he had to, and soon.

Hermione barely ate anything, she talked with Harry and Mrs. Weasley at dinner, she

didn't look at Oliver who was sitting across from her on the heavily food-covered table who

wasn't looking at her either from his seat in the high backed wooden chair.

"What is your favorite subject at Achilles?" asked Harry as he cut into his piece of

turkey.

"I don't know, maybe the History lessons because their not just magical history but its

more based around the history of Aurors, like things they had to face. Its really interesting."

She shrugged. She really did love the History lessons she got to take, and if she was in a better

mood she probably could go on about them for hours, but she felt so lousy she just wanted to

go to sleep and never get out of bed again.
The dinner ended and Hermione, Ginny, Ron and Harry cleared off the table and went

into the sitting room for drinks and coffee. Hermione cast her gaze outside from the chair she

was sitting on by the window, Ron watched her feeling sorry for her before going back to their

conversation about news from the Ministry.

Thick clouds rolled in, bringing down more white flurries and blocking out the dim glow

of the sun, casting everything into a blue-grey shadow. Hermione sighed, shivering a little as she

watched the cold breeze send a gust of snow past the window. Or at least she thought that was

what made her shiver, she felt funny for a second and looked behind her to see Oliver standing

behind her, hands in his pockets, looking out the window across the vast yard.

"Hi," she said quietly looking back outside, everyone was over by the fire, oblivious that

Oliver had even left.

"Hey. How have you been?" he asked, the voice had the same volume as hers. His

eyes looked over the forest that started at the edge of their property making a small fence a little

ways off.

"Besides the fact that I think I'm going to end up murdering my room mate, rather well."

she lied, forcing herself to smile a little. Oliver smirked, he could tell the latter part of the

sentence was a lie.

"I don't blame you, but then again I may end up ripping out all of that pr-" he paused,

clearing his throat a little trying to cover his slip up. " ..chestnut hair of yours. Or at least burning

it a bit." he shrugged.

"Oh yes because I'm oh-so-unbearable' am I?" she said, her voice raising a little.

Oliver's eyes narrowed, if she wasn't going to try and make this work then why should he? He

knew the right answer to that but he pushed it away.

"Well yah, you can't have a fight as big as the ones we have without both sides being

idiotic." he snapped. Hermione stood up, her shoulders rigid.

"Oh so now I'm an idiot am I?" she said angrily, a few people turned their heads to

look at her. She sighed angrily. "I'm going for a walk." she said brushing past Oliver quickly

and into the kitchen to get her boots and cloak. She slammed the door, instead of closing it

gently like she meant to, and ran out into the cold.

Oliver ran a hand through his hair cursing under his breath, before he apologized to the

Weasleys, grabbed his cloak and ran out after her.
Hermione collapsed on a stone bench outside the Weasley's garden, putting her head in

her hands as she cried. A bunch of her accomplishments flashed through in her head, her

graduation from Hogwarts with all her top honors, her career, getting accepted into Achilee's,

helping so many people realize that you don't have to be a size four with the IQ of a rock to be

beautiful. So many things she knew she had done right, why couldn't Oliver see that?

No matter what she did he just couldn't seem to get that she was doing something

important, on her own, she really was independent, she didn't need to rely on her friends for

everything.

"But why do I feel so miserable?" Hermione asked, the wind whipped at her face and

bare legs, making the tear tracks on her cheeks sting. Hermione wondered if she knew the

answer.

Every time she had seen Oliver study, help her clean the flat, or sometimes sign

autographs so modestly with little witches or wizards, she had smiled but always asked herself

why he wasn't so normal like that with her. When they weren't talking, just being around each

other without saying anything, Hermione had always thought of Oliver rather fondly, she didn't

feel that wall of hatred between them.

She remembered that feeling when he had done something nice for her, that light and

airy feeling her head got, the way her heartbeat quickened. Hermione swallowed hard, the

painful lump in her throat wasn't going away, but she wondered. "Am I love with Oliver?"

She had first semi-thought of the concept when she wondered why anyone would

possibly force themselves to hate someone. Hermione felt tears fall out of her eyes as she

realized the answer.

"Because I don't want to get hurt while I'm in love with Oliver. No one can seem to

hurt me like he can, if I admitted.. if I let myself be in love with him, the hurt could just get

worse." she thought. She sighed, she always imagined being swept off her feet by some dashing

wizard, to live happily ever after, at least for a while.

"So much for my happy ending.." she thought bitterly, sadly to herself.

She heard the crunching of snow, looking up to see Oliver running over to her, his

cheeks flushed from the cold.

"What do you want?" she asked quietly getting to her feet, wiping her eyes.

"I have to you something, I was going to tell you earlier but you snapped at me. First of

all I wasn't calling you an idiot, I meant that we both weren't being too smart. I want to tell you

what happened the day I came back when you and Harry were visiting.." he grabbed her by the

hand gently as she turned to walk away. She looked up into his eyes, with her bloodshot ones,

his eyes showed a desperate pleading, he was serious. He dropped her hand and Hermione

crossed her arms.

"Fine." she said looking at the snow.
Oliver looked down at Hermione, little snowflakes stuck to her hair, her eyelashes and

cloak. When he entered the Weasley's living room he had felt himself stop breathing, seeing

Hermione looking outside like that, her solemn face, made her look like an ice goddess. With

the snowflakes all over her like sparkles it made her look like that even more so now.

"I had to go visit my Grandmother, she lives not far from Achilee's.." he started,

Hermione looked up her eyes confused and angry.

"So your Grandmother got you so mad you thought you'd come back to the dorm and

make my life miserable?!" she asked. Oliver sighed.

"Would you just listen?" he asked. Hermione sighed and nodded.

"My Grandma is a psychic, she worked with Dumbledore a while back but she didn't

want to teach at Hogwarts because she felt she was too old to bother with kids. She told me

something that kind of..un-nerved me I guess. Something I knew for a long time, but didn't want

to admit." He confessed.

Hermione looked up, there was something odd about how he was speaking, sort of

pained. She waited for him to go own, wondering if something bad had happened to his family.

"We were having tea, and I guess she noticed I was sort of mad, spaced out. She gave

me a tea reading like we always do, she think I love them but I really hate them, but she enjoys

them so I let her do them anyway. She laughed insanely for so long I thought she'd finally

snapped like Trelawney. She started going on about how she knew what was wrong with me all

along, that I wasn't usually like this. Snappy and quiet, she said.

She told me why I hate you so much." he swallowed. Hermione watched him curiously,

but she hadn't expected what had happened next.

Quickly Oliver leaned down kissing her on the lips gently, he waited for her to slap him,

to kick him, but nothing happened. He stayed close to her when he ended the kiss. Hermione

opened her eyes, obviously stunned.

"She told me I was in love, I was in denial and that's why I was so angry. I was killing

myself from the inside and it was effecting everyone." he whispered. He looked away, at the

moon as it appeared for a minute before the clouds rolled over it again.

"I think I'm going to move in with my Grandmum for the rest of the semester. I'm going

to head home, I need to think." he sighed started to walk away.

Hermione ran a few steps after him grabbing his hand, Oliver turned expecting her to

yell at him for making her feel guilty or something along those lines. He was shocked as she

leaned up and kissed him gently, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Her mind was racing, how could this end up working out? As Oliver kissed her back

she realized that he must want it to, and honestly, so did she. As he pulled her into his arms,

she stopped thinking all together, for the first time in her life, Hermione couldn't think of anything

what-so-ever.

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