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Ch. 8 Oliver's twist

[[ Circulations Charm]]

As Hermione savor the last bite of her cake, Oliver practically sat there yearning for just a teeny weensy little bite.

"Um….that was delicious…so. Where to now?"

Oliver glared at her with a passion of hate, well not really. But then an evil smile crept across his face.

"Flying lessons!"

It was now his turn to have all the fun. He watched Hermione stir a little in her seat with a slight look if not mistaken, fear.

"Not afraid of flying now are we?"

Hermione perked up. "No! Of course not! W-Why would I be….?" Then she whispered to herself, "S-Should I…?"

"Great! Then lets go!"

[[ Hogwarts - Quidditch Pitch ]]

"How can you even call quidditch a sport?" Hermione asked as Oliver mounted the broom.

"How can you not?" Oliver simply replied and shot off into the sky. "Well you coming or not?"

Hermione looked at the broom in her hand and then up to the grinning Oliver. "Great, just when the day can't get any worse…" She hesitantly mounted the broom in an awkward position and slowly scattered up into the air next to Oliver.

"Any day now."

She glared at him as she came face to face with him.

"When's the last time you flew?"

"I prefer not to answer that."

" 'Mione, I kinda need to know…"

"Why?"

"Would you stop being stubborn for once." Oliver demanded rather then questioned.

"I am not stubborn."

"Yes. You are."

"Am not!"

"Fine then."

Oliver took off to the three rings, expecting Hermione to follow his lead. When he reached it, he turned only to see that Hermione did not budge from her spot. He rolled his eyes and flew back over to her, obviously irritated.

"What now?" He emphasized the words.

"Nothing."

"Then let's go!"

As he turned to go back, Hermione answered him. "Third year, on a Hippogriff."

He smirked, "I meant on a broom."

"Oh…uh…well…then…um…you know, it's a funny story…"

"Hermione!"

"First year!"

"Are you serious?"

"No I'm Hermione. Nice to meet you." She responded sarcastically. (A/N:: Did you all get that?)

"We have a lot of work to do." He sighed.

The two landed and from there Oliver started with the basics such as mounding the broom correctly and hovering techniques.

"For goodness sake Oliver! How many ways are their to sit on a broom!" Hermione asked, knowing that it was really a preposterous question.

"Exactly four hundred sixty three. Mind you, I made up about thirty of them. I'll teach you all of them when you're flying skills approve." he responded jubilantly.

She looked at Oliver insanely and mumbled to herself. "I just had to ask. Crazy blockhead."

"No, I think I have more of a round head. Now if you're done thinking of other names to call me, you're ready to do laps."

"Fine."

"Up their." He pointed towards the area where the games we're actually placed.

Hermione found it rather hard to swallow. Why? Swallowing you're pride was always a hard thing to do. She had seem to have forgotten to mention that she was what you called…a scaredy-cat when it came to heights.

"Hrm…it's getting late don't you think. I think I'll head in now." Hermione said quickly, dismounted from her broom and began walking towards Hogwarts.

Oliver wasn't going to let her slide this easily, so he race to her as fast as he could to stop her. But when he got to her, he literally fell off his broom and clutched to his stomach.

"Wow! It's Oliver Wood! Can you teach us some tricks?" A fairly lanky boy in quidditch uniform with the vaguely familiar colors of Gryffindor asked.

All Hermione could do was look on in horror. After this was her team and yes she wanted badly to defeat the Slytherins in order to gain bragging rights, especially in front of Severus. But what could she do now.

"Yeah! Please… We heard you use to be the captain of the Gryffindor team too!"

Just then Oliver walked up next to Hermione.

"Good afternoon Professor Granger." The whole Gryffindor quidditch team greeted at once, like it was required to greet her.

Oliver looked at them as is they were the ones that was constipated. "Erm…Hi…oof! I mean good afternoon to you all too."

"So…Professor Granger…Weren't you about to show me something?" Hermione asked.

Oliver looked like he was deep in thought. He grinned evilly to himself. "No, I don't recall so."

Hermione's eyes widen. "Are you sure? I mean, you wouldn't want this friend of ours looking completely stupid in front of everyone now do you?" She knew that should get.

"Oh no, we would now, but I'm sure he can wait, say about twenty minutes or so? So why don't you go help this little monsters?" At this point Oliver just simply didn't care, he just like to see Hermione fidget.

"Yeah!" The team cheered.

"Oh, no, no, no…but this is important."

"Nah…it's just important, not really important."

Hermione began to squirm. "A-Are you sure?"

"Positive."

Hermione now looked extremely nervous. She glanced at her Gryffindor, who were beaming at her and had looked like they had died and gone to heaven.

It was quiet for a few seconds, just as Hermione was about to answer, Oliver spoke.

"Actually you guys, it's kinda important, so how about later, I'll teach you all something."

"Um…No offence Professor, but you?" the same lanky kid asked.

"Yes, me. I know a few tricks here and there."

As the kid was about to make another comment, the quidditch captain spoke up. "Ok you guys, times up, we've only got the pitch for about to two hours then it the Ravenclaws turn."

The team just stood around. "MOVE!" She shouted at her team. They all took off at the speed of light.

"Feisty little one isn't she?" Oliver asked turning to Hermione, only to see she looked relieved.

"Yeah, that's actually Angelina Johnson's little sister…"

"Of course." He just now remembered her.

"Don't ever do that again!" Hermione shouted and looked like she was about to attack him.

"You wouldn't hit a lady now would you?" Oliver asked cheekily.

Boy, if looks could kill.

(A/N:: My apologies again! Okay this is what happened. I had this all written out before, then I realized that sucked major and had a redo. It was much better. Then my computer went kerplunck. And then I rewrote it again. And you all just read it. Then I was going to upload it about two or three days ago, but DSL was and is still being a punk. I personally don't like this chapter because nothing really happened in it, but I just felt like Oliver should have his fun after what Hermione did to him. But the next chapter should be better, it's a little fast forwards though. Possibly to the part where Hermione has to go play with the quidditch team and Oliver has to go dress shopping.

And of course, thanks to those who reviewed:

HollyMahogany:: I so hated dress shopping for weddings. I mean I can understand it being the brides big day and all, but for god sake when the bride can't choose between two dresses that look exactly the same! Sheesh!

Monkystarz:: Oh she will eventually, and you just go a small peak it too! LoL

Tom Felton's One and Only:: Yes…burn…LoL

Muse daughter:: new pen name? Thanks! I hope you have a great year at school too! And when will guys ever grow up?

Charmedrox:: thanks!

Pixie-writer:: Thanks, I hope they eventually hook up too.

FaIrYsPaRkLeS99:: Oh my goodness! You just rock! I'm soooo glad that you love this and I'm so freakin honored that this story has made you want to read other O/Hr stories. You're review just makes my day!

Riley: Thanks! I'll read it when I get the chance. LoL 29 chapter? That's long, but I think I'll manage. Yeah, sorry the chapters are short, I'll try to make em a but longer maybe a page or two. You know I went back and read the chapter and I totally understand why you are lost. I found the section that would confuse a lot of others too. Ok Oliver is in fact in Hermione's body and vise versa. Other people don't know that. For example, If Harry was talking to who he thinks is Oliver it would be Hermione responding. So basically when I'm talking about Oliver it's Oliver and when I'm talking about Hermione, it's Hermione. But if a third party is involved, then look at example. Does that make any sense to you. I hope it does.

Santurion2:: OMG! Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!

Lady Angelic:: No, I have actually never heard of that song. Whose the artist, I wanna see who sings that now. Me and my curiosity. Thank goodness I'm not a cat. Thanks!

Toodles.)