A/N: Ok, first off, I made a mistake and I accidentally wrote, in my first chapter, that they were in their eighth, but, of course, they are not!! What is up people??? Please review this story after you read it!!!
Disclaimer: Don't own any of 'em, bottom line, that's it!
One more thing, I'm not to fond of the title of my story and I want to change it. If anybody has any ideas for a new title, I could really use it and I promise to give you credit. Thanks- Ewansbabie_MR
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The orange sun rose above the horizon, it towered about the fields, and lit the sky. Hermione was up for this, she always was. It was her last year, she didn't want to take even a fraction of a second at Hogwarts for granite. Her stomach growled furiously as if their were a lion there. Giving into it's craving, she quickly got dressed and sauntered down the stone steps.
She decided to leave for breakfast alone. Ron wouldn't even wake up this early, even for Quidditch, which was pretty astounding seeing as though it was his life. She cheerfully made her way towards the great hall and sat down at Gryffindor table. The great hall was empty, except for one professor, Professor Wood. Hermione scooped some eggs on her plate and poured the cool pumpkin juice into her goblet.
Oliver Wood and Hermione were never close, they barely ever said a word to each other. But, since he was Harry's best friend and she was the only soul besides himself in the hall, he went to chat with her.
"Hello, Hermione," Oliver said brightly. Hermione smiled uneasily. She sort of felt uncomfortable talking to someone she hadn't really talked with before.
"Hello, Professor Wood! How are you this morning?" she asked.
"Doing well. Are you excited for another year at Hogwarts?"
"Yes, very. You seem like the right person for the position of our flying coach. Congratulations!"
"Thank you,"
Hermione and Oliver talked awhile, almost two hours. The great hall slowly filled with students. A few Gryffindors, some Hufflepuffs, a handful of Slytherins, and a quarter of Ravenclaws. The head table now contained of Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout.
Harry and Ron were some of the last students to come. The stumbled through the door, still a little groggy, with tussled hair. They sat on either side of Hermione and dug into the food. Oliver laughed.
"That's the appetite, Harry. It'll build you up for the Quidditch season!" He joked.
"Hello, Oliv-er-Professor Wood," Harry said, mouth full of toast bits and pieces of egg dangled off his chin.
"Hi, Harry. Looking forward to Quidditch? I hear your captain!" Wood exclaimed excitedly.
"Yea," Harry replied, his voice muffled by the bacon.
"Well, I better get up the Head Table. Have a nice day, I'll see you in flying lessons," Wood got up from his seat and bounced up to head table, between McGonagall and Sprout.
Hermione amusingly watched her boyfriend eat. Quidditch and food was the only thing that would keep him off of her. If they got married, she'd know how to treat him.
"You guys are pigs!" Hermione giggled, as Ron accidentally sprayed a few bits of bacon on her shirt while attempting to say "hello".
People soon began filing out of the Great hall. Hermione decided to join them. She left Ron and Harry to finish bingeing. She went up to Gryffindor dormitories and grabbed her books. There was still some time before her first class, Potions, so she decided to wait in the common room for Ron and Harry.
Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were walking back to the Common Room. To their right, a large board held up a notice coming from Oliver Wood.
Any students interested in having a friendly game of Quidditch
Should meet in the flying pitch Two O'clock Tomorrow
Both Harry and Ron's faces lit up with eagerness.
"D'you want to go Ron?" Harry asked.
"Definitely! I can't believe that Dumbledore agreed to this! This is awesome!" Ron yelled. The boy hurriedly ran up to their common, fervent to tell Hermione.
They found her sitting in a red velvet chair by the fire. They excitedly told her the news and plopped down on the sofa next to her.
"Sounds like fun, you should do it, Ron," Hermione said, a little disappointment in her voice because her hadn't even greeted her hello, and even worse, they had agreed to get together that night, just the two of them. Though, at the same time, it made her happy. Since she had been off the train, she had tried to not exclude from his best friends. She wanted him to have fun with Ron, so, she tried putting her disappointment aside.
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Hermione returned from the library late that night. She threw her books on an unoccupied sofa and sat by the fire. The heat felt good against her cool skin, chilled from the castle's mighty drafts. For a moment, she had assumed she was alone; she wasn't, Harry was with her. He crossed the room and sat down by her.
"Harry? Why are you up so late?" Harry smiled, agitatedly, into her brown eyes.
"I can't stop thinking about that teacher!" He replied, frustratingly. Hermione nodded her head.
"Oh, him. What bothers you so much about him? So, he has the same name, it doesn't prove anything. It probably a coincidence," Hermione reassured.
"I don't know. There just has to be something more, there just has to be! I mean today, in potions, he called me forth and talked to me as if we were old friends," Harry sat back and thought, wondering if he was just fanatical about this extreme happenstance. Hermione thought as well, but more about how she could convince him that there was nothing odd about him.
"Maybe you just saw him somewhere before," Hermione suggested, coming up with the first faulty answer she had had in so long.
"Right, Hermione. NO! I said that there was some kind of connection between us and I swear to you that there is!" Harry hollered, completely catching Hermione by surprise. Harry was never known to act this way. He infuriatingly leaped off the couch and marched upstairs without a single goodnight. Hermione snickered to herself. It was the stupidest argument she had ever had. She got up and suddenly thought, maybe he just needs to calm down. And that was that.
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September 18, 2003
Miss Hermione Granger; The smartest person in a class of nearly 100 witches and wizards. Why I am in love with her, I do not know. Maybe it's her satin curly hair or her beautiful eyes. She has keen intellect and I like that. Today she wooed me with her sovereignty.
It was two o'clock P.M. The Gryffindor were in my classroom, taking a pre-flying exam, along with the Slytherins. She approached me.
"Professor Wood?"
"Yes, Hermione?" She twiddled her feather quill on my desk. Her v-neck white shirt, well, lets just say it wasn't hiding much. She wore a cute little mini-skirt and kicked her foot with her other one, making her appear so cute, as always.
"I'm finished," I thought she was kidding. I honestly thought I had given them a hard exam, but, I guess, nothing it too tricky for her, I love that.
"Very good! I am very impressed!" This is odd, normally all I think about it Quidditch, I've never really been more in love with a girl than Quidditch. She smiled sweetly at me, as I melted, and took her seat. I watched her read as the students around her snickered furiously, jealous of her intellect. Then, I saw her smile at her boyfriend, Ron Weasley. If he wasn't such an excellent Quidditch player and if Gryffindor didn't need him so badly, I would pound him in.
It's as simple as that; I love Hermione Granger.
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"Ron, you ready to go?" Harry shouted up the stone steps. Ron quickly gathered up a few items and gear for the Quidditch match. Hermione was at the table, engulfed in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi. Ron sped down the steps and kissed Hermione on the forehead and followed Harry out of the portrait hole. They walked down to the pitch and joined the handful of players standing in front of Oliver Wood.
"Welcome all students! I hope you all dressed warmly, it's not too warm out here! I guess you can see why we don't start Quidditch until November. Ha! Just kidding!" The crowd was silent.
Oliver finished his speech and sent them in the air to begin the game.
Harry spun and dove and flew and dodged.
Ron hit and ducked and sped and curved.
The game was quickly advancing. Catastrophic meetings with bludgers occurred quite frequently.
Ron was guarding a goal post, taking notice to everything around him. Sybil Fluke (a Hufflepuff second year) was acting as a beater. A deadly bludger hung in view. She pulled back her arm and sent it flying across the field. Ron took notice of everything….except that bludger. CRACK! It smacked him in the head and sent him tumbling to the ground. Harry chased after him and landed gently next to him. He lifted Ron's head, blood leaked down the side.
"RON! RON! Wake up!" Harry shouted into the crisp dead air. There was no respond from Ron; he had stopped breathing.
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A/N: What do you think? Be honest!!
Oh, one thing. I admit I may have been slightly written Oliver out of character. I didn't mean to, but it was hard to keep him IN character when eh is supposed to be acting like that. Now, since I admit that, please do not include it in your reviews if your were going to criticize against it!! Thanks!! Have a nice day!!