I flipped open my Potions text and glanced up at the clock. Oliver should be done practice soon. I heard a commotion at the front of the library and spotted a familiar set of Quidditch robes tear into the fiction section and a horde of girls dash into the library only to be stopped by Madam Pince with a stern look. I sighed. They were already here. That meant-

"Psst, Hermione…"

I looked up just as I was grabbed by the arm and yanked into the 100s section behind me. "Wha-Oliver…" I laughed and he kissed me. "I see your fan club is here…"

He nodded, groaning. "They haven't let up on me all week long. I've had to run from class to class… Rumours flying that I'd found a girlfriend…"

I grinned and went back to my seat and back to my book. "Well, I don't have to hide. They're not looking for me…" I read for a bit longer then sighed. Oliver and I not being able to be seen in public was quite the strain. "Have they gone yet?"

He peered through the books. "No. They're still stationed just inside the door. Close enough to the door to not be mistaken for bookworms but close enough to potentially catch a glimpse of the ultra-hot oh-so-good-looking Quidditch Keeper/Captain…"

I nodded, trying to keep a straight face. "Modest too…"

He turned. "Are you making fun of me, Hermione?"

"No, of course not," I replied demurely, flipping a page in my book. "I was merely adding to your spectacular list of credentials…"

He leaned towards me, sitting down at the table next to me. "Does 'spectacularly beautiful, funny and smart girlfriend' fit in there as well?"

I shrugged, feigning innocence. "Depends on who she is…"

He tickled my side. "You know who she is…"

I giggled. "I think you should refresh my memory…"

He glanced down at my lips. "Maybe I will…"

They curved into a smile. "Maybe you should…"

He kissed me quickly. "Remember anything yet?"

I turned towards him. "No, I think you'll have to try harder than that…"

He smiled. "If that's what it's going to take…" He moved in again, sliding an arm around my waist and pulling me towards him and kissing me long and deep.

My fingers slid up his shoulder and into his hair, pulling him closer.

"Ahem."

We pulled apart quickly, guilty as, well, teenagers.

Ron and Harry stood on the other side of the table. Harry had a stack of books and Ron's mouth was agape.

"Hermione? What are you doing?" he squawked.

Harry gave me a small smile.

I grinned back at him before turning to face Ron. "Hello Ron," I replied weakly. He looked so angry… Then I stopped. I didn't have to diminish my happiness just for him anymore… he had nothing to do with it…

He glared at Oliver. "What are you doing?" he repeated.

"Enjoying some time with my girlfriend…" Oliver replied lightly. "That a problem?" His arm slid around me in what I took as a sign of ownership.

I felt somewhat uncomfortable at this alpha male stuff but at the same time warm and fuzzy inside.

"What if I do?" Ron challenged.

Oliver's eyes flashed. "Well-"

"Oliver! What are you doing with that… that… bookworm!" came a female shriek. All of the Oliver Wood fan club had crowded up behind Harry and Ron after hearing Ron's outburst.

"She's seduced him!" came another shriek.

"She's a fake and a fraud!"

"She's put him under a spell!"

Several threw themselves at me, intent at scratching my eyes out but Harry and Ron stopped them, holding them back.

"Go, Hermione! Go!" Harry yelled.

We both scrambled up from the table and threw ourselves towards the stacks. I paused, turning back.

"Hermione! What are you doing?" Oliver yelled.

"My books! I need my books!"

"Are you mad? A pack of ravenous teenage girls are at your heels and all you can think of are your books?" He laughed, grabbing me around the waist. "Only you, Hermione Granger would think of her books at a time like this… Run!" He shoved me ahead as we left the library and rounded a corner.

"Oliver," I huffed. "We need a different plan because not everyone is as athletic as you…" I was rapidly tiring and, looking behind me, the fan club was not going to let up.

"Okay, okay… plan… a plan…"

I looked around frantically, trying to think of something.

Suddenly, he stopped, grabbing me by the arm and swung us around into an alcove. We stood there, breathing the same air, as rampaging fan club girls sprinted down the hall away from us.

"I think I just saw them turn left!"

"No, right! Right! Go right!"

We laughed and as the sounds of their flight receded, we were left in silence; just the sound of our slowing breaths and the sight of our locked eyes remained. We were silent, watching each other for a few moments before a slow infectious smile grew on his face.

"Hi."

I felt suddenly shy again. "Hello."

"Merlin's beard I want to kiss you right now Hermione…" He clenched his jaw, his eyes flickering to my lips.

Instead of a reply, I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed him.

Author's note: okay, I think I'll go for one more chapter and then end it there… :) Enjoy, kiddies! Ciao!