Here's chapter four. See chapter 3's intro for disclaimer etc…
Oh yeah, and sorry Scott, but I won't be able to give you that preview, but instead I'm giving you a couple more chapters. It just so happens, that I left the preview in a different folder at school. Looks sheepish
It was early December, and weeks had passed since the night in the common room with Olivia. Yet, Harry still had not had a chance to talk to Olivia alone.
On a rather cold day, he walked into the common room, wet with snow. He had just been on the losing team in a snowball fight with much of the Gryffindor boys, and a few girls, including Ginny. Ginny had been on the winning team, and had been the one to give Harry a huge snowball to the face.
"Hi, Hermione," said Ron, taking off his drenched coat, hat and gloves.
Hermione looked up from the text book she was studying. "Hi, Ron" she said blushing ever so slightly.
"Hey, Dean, want to go get some hot chocolate with me?"Ginny asked him, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
"Sure," he said grinning broadly, "but let's get some dry clothes on first. Meet you in front of the Fat Lady in fifteen minutes?" he asked.
"I'll be there," she said, giving him a peck on the cheek and running up the stairs to get changed.
Harry looked at the couple and smiled, Ginny was growing up to be, well, an astounding girl- wait, not girl, lady. Then Harry thought to himself, I wonder where Olivia could be? Maybe she'd like some hot cocoa…
"Hey Hermione, have you seen, Olivia?" he asked.
"I don't know, maybe a, half hour ago? She got up and left, said she was going grab a bite to eat, and then off to the library, or maybe it was vice versa…" she answered.
"Alright, well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm hungry. I'll see you later," Harry said. He ran up the stairs, quickly changed and left for the Great Hall.
Harry sat down and filled his plate with food. His mouth was full of turkey when he heard a familiar voice.
"Harry! I didn't think I would see you here!" He half turned around to see who was talking to him and almost spat out his turkey when he saw who it really was. He swallowed painfully.
"Hi, Olivia, how are you?"
"Frustrated! I can't stand potions! I have a six page essay due on Monday and a week of detention. And do you have any idea why?" she said vehemently.
"I'm not in your potions class, so no, tell me," he said trying desperately not to smirk.
"All because I spilled a cauldron full of an enlarging potion on some Slytherine's feet! They grew to the size of a small cauldron before Snape came with the antidote. Although, between the two of them it was funny, and well worth it," she said, smiling at last.
Harry smiled and laughed. Why is her smile so infectious? Now is your chance, Potter! You two are alone, ask her to do something with you! Get your courage up- it's not as if you're freefalling from a broomstick, 50 feet in the air! he thought to himself.
"Look, I was wondering if- " he started, but was interrupted by yet another pair of familiar voices.
"Hi, Harry!" aid the Creevey brothers in unison.
"We were wondering when the next meeting- err, I mean tutoring classes were going to be?" said Denis, after being jabbed in the ribs by Colin.
"Hermione will tell you guys later, as usual," said Harry, ready to shoot the two, just as he had gotten up the courage to talk to Olivia.
"Okay, see you later then!" said the two in unison (again), and with that they ran off.
"You tutor younger students? That's so sweet!" said Olivia, finally taking a seat next to him.
"Well, it's not exactly like that- you should come and see sometime," replied Harry, feeling his face becoming warm.
"Oh! It sounds like fun- I think I will," she said, smiling once more.
"Okay, Great! Look, Olivia, I was wondering if you wanted to, err, go on the walk of the grounds with me?" said Harry, looking down into his lap.
Olivia looked up, genuinely surprised, but nevertheless happy, and blushed. She looked down, "That sounds wonderful," she said quietly. "I'll go and get my jacket and things-" she started, but Harry interrupted.
"No need," he said.
"ACCIO JACKETS, ACCIO HATS, ACCIO SCARVES!"
And a moment later, all their accessories flew into Harry's outstretched hands.
"Thank you, Harry" she said, as he helped her into her things, and she put her books away. They started to walk out of the Great Hall, when Harry remembered his manners.
"Here, let me take that," he said motioning to her backpack. She gave it to him, and the stepped into the snow.
Hermione sat in her favorite chair in front of the fire, with Crookshanks sitting and purring softly at her feet. What am I supposed to do? What am I going to tell him? she thought to herself. But she was jerked away from her thoughts when she heard someone coming down the boys staircase. She quickly closed her eyes in the now empty common room.
"You are my sunshiiine! My only sunshiiine!" the voice sang out. "You make me- Oh Hermione! I didn't see you there," the voice had been Ron who was now very embarrassed and blushing furiously.
Hermione faked a yawn, and stretched, "Huh? Did somebody say something?" she asked. She pretended to have just woken up to save Ron at least a tiny bit of embarrassment.
"Hi, Hermione, I didn't see you there," he said, the tips of his red ears becoming a bit lighter. He walked closer to her.
"Um, do you know where Harry went?" she asked quickly and stepping back to a table, gathering some papers that belonged to her.
"What? Oh- he went to eat hours ago. I wonder where he went off to? Better yet, where did Ginny go?" his eyes narrowed suspiciously at the thought.
"Oh, yes…" she said. "Look, Ron, I-" she started, but was interrupted by an owl tapping on one of the window. She went over, and untied the letter from its' leg. She looked at he letter, and smiled, then looked at Ron, who was standing by the fire and looking suspiciously at Crookshanks. The smile faded and her cheeks paled.
"I should go read this," she said. "Get someone to get me when Harry gets back."
"Okay, see you," he replied, flopping into an armchair by the fire, with disappointment written all over his face.
She looked at Ron, torn with emotion. With a silent scream she ran up the stairs to her dormitory, where she flopped onto her own four poster, and looked at the unopened letter with a slight bit of despair.
Ginny and Dean, sat curled up together on a small love seat in the Room of Requirement. They both had steaming cups of cocoa in their hands, and were chatting quietly. Dean had been talking about the art classes he had taken over the summer for the last hour. Ginny nodded and murmured every now and then, just to keep him happy, but her mind was elsewhere.
Why am I with Dean when I really love Harry? She thought to herself, as Dean was now chattering on about Van Gogh. Yes, Dean is nice to me, but he's just missing something that only Harry has. It's not the hair, though Harry's hair is awesome… Maybe it's the eyes. She looked at Dean's eyes then, they were a deep blue, like the ocean, with little bits of gray here and there. Nobody in Gryffindor is dating the right person. Seamus should be dating Parvati, not Padma, and Dean should be with Lavender, not Neville. And Ron should be with Hermione, but Hermione is letting her other feelings get in the way. And Harry. He should not be trying to get with Olivia. She's going to break his heart, I know it! She said to herself. She sighed heavily, with the thought, and knowing she couldn't do anything about it.
"Is something wrong?" asked Dean, stopping midway through a sentence that had something to do with Monet.
"Well… No, I'm just thinking about this huge essay I have due on Tuesday, that I haven't even started yet. It's three pieces of parchment paper long, too!"
"Well, how about I help you with it then? We could go to the library for a bit after dinner. And if we can't find anything there, we can always come back here," he said.
"Okay, I'll take you up on that offer then," she said glad somebody could help her- she knew Harry and Ron knew absolutely nothing about goblin rebellion, and Hermione would end up doing the essay for her. She buried herself deeper into the crook of Dean's arm, and closed her eyes. She just couldn't stop thinking about Harry…
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