Chapter 7:

As promised, I said I would expose the mystery letter writer…so read on….

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"...did you mean everything you said?"

"Why would I lie?"

Hermione was taken aback, in shock, the whole nine yards. Her mind was spinning frantically, searching for the right words, the right thought, the right anything. There in front of her, stood, Oliver Wood.

(A/N: HA! Bet none of you saw that coming, but I've had it planned since day one…)

"Oliver?" Hermione managed to squeak out.

"Yes?"

"Did you really send all of the letters?" she asked quietly.

"Yes." Oliver said, standing in his very sexy black robes, against the wall.

"ohmygod. Did you mean everything you said?" she asked, taking a step closer. Oliver was twenty now, looking hotter than ever.

"Why would I lie?" he said quietly, and walked towards her until she could feel his breath on her face.

I think I'm in love with you. Instantly flowed through her mind.

This was Oliver, the hot Scottish former captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, the amazing keeper for one of the international teams, the extremely nice guy who helped her in her second year over the summer with a extra credit essay…he had been writing the letters.

He was in love with her. HER. Hermione Granger, the know it all with bushy hair. The girl a lot of people loved to hate. The girl constantly called mudblood by Malfoy. The girl Harry Potter might fancy, the girl Ron Weasley at one time had liked. She was shocked, but in a good shock. The man she secretly had a crush on in first year….liked her back.

She looked into his eyes, and her heart started beating, fast, well more like RACING, and she instantly was absorbed into them. She put her arms around his neck…and he leaned in….

They sat there, laughing, talking, and all that jazz until about 2 am.

"Oliver, it's seriously getting late." Hermione said, as she saw her watch.

"Okay." Oliver said, getting up off the bench. "I really want to see you again, Mione, and hopefully it will be someplace, someplace better than here."

"Yeah. I've got to go though. Filch still does that 2:30 in the morning walk around the school thing." She said, getting near the door.

"It sucks, I know. Meet me here, around midnight, Tuesday evening?" he asked, grabbing a hold of her hand.

"Yeah…" she started to say, but was silenced by a kiss, a deep, passionate kiss. Not like the one she had gotten from Harry in sixth year, but this one had major passion. She could feel his energy, his love, all of it. She said a quick "Bye Oliver.", and left the astronomy tower. Little did she know, he stood in the same place they had kissed, for about a moment more, smiling his face off.

She quietly ran to the main stairways. There, she heard footsteps. She hid behind a pillar, and there, to her dismay, was Filch. Her heart started to beat, fast again, only it wasn't because of Oliver, it was because if she was caught, she'd be suspended. Hogwart's had developed a rule earlier that year, to keep lovers and such people from getting into any trouble that they shouldn't be.

Filch went the other way. Hermione quietly breathed out, wishing she had Harry's invisibility cloak. She hid behind the pillar, thinking. Then it hit her. ACCIO FIREBOLT! she remembered Harry's spell in the triwizard tournament. She could summon the cloak. She pulled out her wand. "Accio invisibility cloak!"

She waited there, and then out of no where something fabric like hit her in the face.

"OUCH!" she said, trying to peel it off. Then she realized, dun dun dun, it was the cloak. She put it over herself, and made sure that no one was around. Then she ran to the Gryffindor Tower, and made it past the fat lady. She pulled it off as she walked into the common room.

On the couch, sitting there, was Harry. The fire was slowly dying, and Hermione realized something then. Harry wasn't her friend, not her best friend, but pratically her brother. He knew everything about her, and unless she was stupid, he'd probably been spying on her when she was with Oliver.

"Hi." Hermione said quietly, sitting down next to him on the couch.

"No note, no anything. You just skip three classes." Harry muttered.

"I did find out who it was." Hermione said tentatively.

"It was Wood right?" Harry asked.

"How'd you know?" Hermione wondered, starting to get ticked off. He spied.

"You didn't know about him in fourth year did you?" Harry said.

"No."

"He majorly fancied you Mione. I'm talking big time. At whatever quidditch practice we were at, he'd always ask me about you, and that's basically all he talked about." Harry said.

"Oh. I didn't know that." Hermione said, thinking of Oliver, on his broomstick during matches, that damn straight sexy hair flying in the wind.

"OH MY GOD. Hermione Granger didn't know something. FOR ONCE. Stop the presses, inform the media!" Harry laughed.

Hermione soon was laughing with him too.

Fred found this out by Honeyduke's. Figured you'd want it back. I love you.

Oliver

She looked into the envelope the letter was in. There was the necklace.

The End

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