"Ron! Guess who I just saw in the library?" Neville almost fell over
himself running into the common room.
"Hermione?" Ron replied, a bored expression on his face. He was waiting for Pavarti to get back from class and he wasn't a very patient guy.
"Yeah, and she was being snogged by Oliver."
"What?!" He shot up from him chair, his face turning red. "Hermoine?"
"Yup."
"And Oliver."
"Yup."
"Hermoine kissing Oliver."
Neville shook his head, feeling a bit giddy. Hermoine had always been nice to him. She'd always helped him out and he knew about Ron being a bit of, well, a lot of an ass to her lately so it felt a bit good to have revenge. "No, Oliver kissing Hermoine."
"What?!" Ron's face went purple.
"Yup. Just thought you should know." He moved quickly up to his dorm so's not to catch the brunt Ron's anger.
"Hermione's really picked up in her moods lately." Harry observed as he and Ron came down to breakfast in the Great Hall. "She hasn't snapped on either of us for not doing our homework and she even let me copy her transfiguration work. she's acting very odd."
Ron grunted in response. All he could think about was Oliver kissing Hermione. Not that he wanted Hermione - he had Pavarti - but her being with Oliver? "I mean, come on!" he exclaimed aloud.
"Come on what, Ron?" Harry replied.
"Nothing," snapped the redhead, slouching down in his seat. "I'm just worried about exams, that's all."
Harry shook his head. First Hermione now Ron. what was going on?
I moved dreamily down to breakfast, my face glowing. Over the past week, Oliver had found me in the library at the same table and always found a reason to kiss me, each one getting more ridiculous than the last,
"I had a good night; I wanted a good night kiss."
"Didn't have any female company. afraid I'm turning gay."
"My male hormones are on overdrive, I needed to release some."
He would get help on something that I knew he knew just so he could spend time with me then give me a kiss for thanks. I had a suspicion that he knew something was up but I could never really tell.
And this morning he'd grabbed me coming out of the portrait hole and kissed me thoroughly before practically skipping off to class, saying something about my looking like I should be kissed and he'd be damned if someone else beat him to it.
I came up to the Gryffindor table all smiles. "Good morning boys." I sat down across from Harry and started on my porridge.
Pavarti sat down across from Ron and I could tell she was trying to catch his eye but he was staring moodily into his bowl and didn't notice.
I mentally shrugged and resumed eating. I found I didn't really care for Ron anymore - his attitude stunk frankly and I was better than that. Plus, I had a hunky Quidditch Keeper hanging around. I wondered how he would feel if I call him my 'Hunky Quidditch Keeper.' I grinned. He'd hate it but secretly love it. And then I wondered why on earth someone like Oliver Wood would ever think of hanging out with someone like me. it wasn't the first time. I didn't flatter myself with the thought that I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. I suppose it must be some kind of joke or bet or personal vendetta that he was carrying out and soon I would never see him again.
"Hermione? HELLO?" Harry was waving his hand in front of my face.
My head shot up. "Huh? What? Sorry."
"I asked what class you had first." Harry replied.
"Oh, sorry." I wracked my brain. "Advanced Transfiguration."
He nodded. "What's wrong with you lately? You're all spacey."
I shrugged. "I dunno. I'm just in a good mood. aren't I allowed to be in a good mood?" I knew I sounded defensive but I couldn't help it. Wasn't I deserved of a good mood? Suddenly, I was feeling claustrophobic around them, as if they were smothering me.
"Of course you are." Harry replied quickly. "It just seems odd that you're in a good mood since-" He glanced quickly at Ron.
"Since when?" I asked flippantly. Inside I froze. What if they knew about Oliver? Then I stopped. Wait a minute. Who cares if they knew? It wasn't like I was going out with either of them and cheating on them.
"Since. well, uh. since you stopped hanging out with us." He blinked. "I mean, I haven't seen you since last week. you're spending all your time in the library. not that that's not normal for you." He froze. "Well, what I mean is." He sighed. "I'm sorry Hermione. I didn't mean it like that."
I waved him off. "That's okay, Harry. I've just been busy, you know? A lot of work to do." I said breezily, getting up and grabbing my things. "See you two later." I started out of the Great Hall in a cloud of happiness and slight confusion. Oliver liked me. He must. Otherwise he wouldn't do all that stuff and bother with me. Unless my earlier theory was right and he was just going to drop me. Maybe that was it. well, I would show him. I lifted my chin. No way I, Hermione Granger, would be taken in by a beautiful Quidditch Captain who was just out to get some from me. It would have to stop. Tonight.
"Hermione?" Ron replied, a bored expression on his face. He was waiting for Pavarti to get back from class and he wasn't a very patient guy.
"Yeah, and she was being snogged by Oliver."
"What?!" He shot up from him chair, his face turning red. "Hermoine?"
"Yup."
"And Oliver."
"Yup."
"Hermoine kissing Oliver."
Neville shook his head, feeling a bit giddy. Hermoine had always been nice to him. She'd always helped him out and he knew about Ron being a bit of, well, a lot of an ass to her lately so it felt a bit good to have revenge. "No, Oliver kissing Hermoine."
"What?!" Ron's face went purple.
"Yup. Just thought you should know." He moved quickly up to his dorm so's not to catch the brunt Ron's anger.
"Hermione's really picked up in her moods lately." Harry observed as he and Ron came down to breakfast in the Great Hall. "She hasn't snapped on either of us for not doing our homework and she even let me copy her transfiguration work. she's acting very odd."
Ron grunted in response. All he could think about was Oliver kissing Hermione. Not that he wanted Hermione - he had Pavarti - but her being with Oliver? "I mean, come on!" he exclaimed aloud.
"Come on what, Ron?" Harry replied.
"Nothing," snapped the redhead, slouching down in his seat. "I'm just worried about exams, that's all."
Harry shook his head. First Hermione now Ron. what was going on?
I moved dreamily down to breakfast, my face glowing. Over the past week, Oliver had found me in the library at the same table and always found a reason to kiss me, each one getting more ridiculous than the last,
"I had a good night; I wanted a good night kiss."
"Didn't have any female company. afraid I'm turning gay."
"My male hormones are on overdrive, I needed to release some."
He would get help on something that I knew he knew just so he could spend time with me then give me a kiss for thanks. I had a suspicion that he knew something was up but I could never really tell.
And this morning he'd grabbed me coming out of the portrait hole and kissed me thoroughly before practically skipping off to class, saying something about my looking like I should be kissed and he'd be damned if someone else beat him to it.
I came up to the Gryffindor table all smiles. "Good morning boys." I sat down across from Harry and started on my porridge.
Pavarti sat down across from Ron and I could tell she was trying to catch his eye but he was staring moodily into his bowl and didn't notice.
I mentally shrugged and resumed eating. I found I didn't really care for Ron anymore - his attitude stunk frankly and I was better than that. Plus, I had a hunky Quidditch Keeper hanging around. I wondered how he would feel if I call him my 'Hunky Quidditch Keeper.' I grinned. He'd hate it but secretly love it. And then I wondered why on earth someone like Oliver Wood would ever think of hanging out with someone like me. it wasn't the first time. I didn't flatter myself with the thought that I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. I suppose it must be some kind of joke or bet or personal vendetta that he was carrying out and soon I would never see him again.
"Hermione? HELLO?" Harry was waving his hand in front of my face.
My head shot up. "Huh? What? Sorry."
"I asked what class you had first." Harry replied.
"Oh, sorry." I wracked my brain. "Advanced Transfiguration."
He nodded. "What's wrong with you lately? You're all spacey."
I shrugged. "I dunno. I'm just in a good mood. aren't I allowed to be in a good mood?" I knew I sounded defensive but I couldn't help it. Wasn't I deserved of a good mood? Suddenly, I was feeling claustrophobic around them, as if they were smothering me.
"Of course you are." Harry replied quickly. "It just seems odd that you're in a good mood since-" He glanced quickly at Ron.
"Since when?" I asked flippantly. Inside I froze. What if they knew about Oliver? Then I stopped. Wait a minute. Who cares if they knew? It wasn't like I was going out with either of them and cheating on them.
"Since. well, uh. since you stopped hanging out with us." He blinked. "I mean, I haven't seen you since last week. you're spending all your time in the library. not that that's not normal for you." He froze. "Well, what I mean is." He sighed. "I'm sorry Hermione. I didn't mean it like that."
I waved him off. "That's okay, Harry. I've just been busy, you know? A lot of work to do." I said breezily, getting up and grabbing my things. "See you two later." I started out of the Great Hall in a cloud of happiness and slight confusion. Oliver liked me. He must. Otherwise he wouldn't do all that stuff and bother with me. Unless my earlier theory was right and he was just going to drop me. Maybe that was it. well, I would show him. I lifted my chin. No way I, Hermione Granger, would be taken in by a beautiful Quidditch Captain who was just out to get some from me. It would have to stop. Tonight.
