DISCLAIMER: yes, this is a disclaimer.
REAL DISCLAIMER: I don't CLAIM to own any of the HARRY POTTER characters in DIS story. (Get it? DIS? CLAIMER? Disclaimer? HAHAHAHAHAHA! Okay, I'll shut up now) Oh! But I own JASMINE and OAK.
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Chapter 4 – Preparations, Dinner, and embarrassment
//SATURDAY\\
Morning – 10:00 AM
Hermione jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes and rushed down into the kitchen. She inhaled the sweet scent of pancakes, hot chocolate and fresh fruits.
"Morning, honey." Geoffrey greeted her, setting down a plate of sausages. Jasmine was already at the table. "Good morning, dear." She smiled and Hermione gave her a big hug.
"So, what's with the big spread?" Hermione asked, sitting down next to Jasmine. Geoffrey passed the plate of pancakes to Hermione.
"Your father was just practicing for tonight," Jasmine joked, laughing elegantly. "Tonight?" Hermione asked, sipping her hot chocolate. "Don't tell me you have forgotten, dear?" Jasmine received a blank look from Hermione. "Dinner guests. You have dinner guests coming over. I believe they are—" Jasmine seemed to have forgotten the names.
"Luella and her son." Geoffrey supplied. "Ah yes." Jasmine said. "Thank you." Hermione stiffened. "Oh. Them." Geoffrey cleared his throat, sensing his daughter's anger.
"We're going to the supermarket, so you'll have to watch the house. Can you do it?" Geoffrey asked, changing the subject. Hermione frowned. "Of course I can. I'm 13."
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Hermione sat down on her favorite chair in the living room, reading. Geoffrey and Jasmine had gone out to buy food for the dinner, but Hermione didn't mind staying home alone.
Then, a sudden thought came to Hermione—what would she wear?
Hermione didn't know WHY she wanted to look good. Jeans and a shirt were fine for her but something made her giddy and excited . . . was it—nah. Couldn't be.
But . . .could it? Did she want to look good for a certain someone? A certain OLIVER maybe? Hermione laughed. No. Certainly not. Not Oliver. Pff. . . Oliver. But somehow, Hermione doubted herself.
``Hermione's POV``
I do NOT like Oliver Wood. He's a whopping four years older than me! He could be like my older brother! Hah. Oliver Wood. Poppycock.
``Normal POV``
And then a mental image of Oliver smiling down at her flashed in her head and it made her heart melt and her knees buckle. But still, Hermione chose to remain stubborn.
"I do not like Oliver Wood. I do not like Oliver Wood. I do not . . ." But then Hermione trailed off, leaving her words hanging in the air. A slow smile crept upon her face.
Afternoon – 3:05 PM
Hermione opened her closet and put her hands on her hips. "What to wear?" she pulled out a long denim skirt with slits up the side, and an off shoulder peasant top with flower embroidery. "This looks promising. But what shoes?"
Hermione let out a loud "Hmm" and grabbed a pair of white slip-ons (?). She smiled, satisfied and went on choosing her accessories. After all, Geoffrey said that it would a grand dinner.
Early Evening – 6:00 PM
Geoffrey and Jasmine arrived, and were already at work in the kitchen. Hermione went down. Greeted them, and then went up again to take a long relaxing bath.
She sprinkled some rose petals into the water and slipped in. "Ah . . ." After this bath—she promised herself—she was going to smell like heaven. And when she stepped out, she proved herself correct yet again. She smelled good.
6:30 PM
"Hermione! Luella and Oliver will be here any minute!" Geoffrey called from downstairs.
"Alright, dad." Hermione changed into her clothes, combed her hair, and gave herself a pep talk.
"You do not like Oliver Wood. You just dressed up since dad said it would be a formal dinner. You will NOT blush or giggle or do anything stupid. Oliv—that person's smile will have NO effect on you. You do NOT like OLIVER WOOD." Hermione smiled, feeling prepared.
"HERMIONE! THEY'RE HERE!"
Almost immediately, Hermione ran downstairs but caught herself. "No. I will go down gracefully and slowly."
"HERMIONE!"
She rolled her eyes at her father and went down, slowly, gracefully . . .
"Ah. There she is." Geoffrey said. Luella and Oliver stood up from the couch. Hermione didn't look at Oliver. Luella gave her a peck on the cheek. "Hermione dear! You look so lovely tonight! Oliver, doesn't Hermione look lovely?"
Hermione made a mental note to kick Luella. Oliver's eyes landed on Hermione. "Yes. You look nice, Hermione." He said stiffly. Hermione felt a blush, but she told herself that he only said it because Luella had asked him.
"Thank you." She managed. Little did she know, Oliver mean it.
``OLIVER'S POV``
Breathtaking. Absolutely breathtaking. Look at her. She looks so innocent yet so . . .it's hard to believe she's only thirteen! She's so womanly! And the way she carries herself! My gosh! Beauty and Brains, this girl.
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``Normal POV``
Hermione stared at Oliver. "What? Is there something on my face?" she asked. Oliver snapped out of his thoughts. "Huh? What? Oh. Oh! No." he stammered. [Since when do you turn to jelly at the sight of Hermione?!] he demanded silently.
"Then, what is it?" She asked. Oliver frowned. "I can't admire the way you look?" he asked, and immediately wished he had kept his mouth shut. Hermione turned red. "Ah—um . . . of course you can—not that I mean you are. . .I mean—"
"KIDS! Dinner!" Geoffrey shouted from the dining room. Hermione thanked her father silently. "Right. Let's go then." She went into the dining room with Oliver following uncomfortably.
Geoffrey started introducing Luella and Oliver to Jasmine. "How nice to meet you, Luella."
"Nice to meet you too, Jasmine. This is my son Oliver."
"H'lo."
"What a handsome young man you have! You must be so proud."
"Thank you, I am."
This went on for a while, and Hermione chose to just smile and nod and smile and nod.
"Ah, Geoffrey. This spread looks quite delicious!" Luella complimented. In effect, Geoffrey turned scarlet. "Thank you, Luella." He said, a big grin on his face. "Shall we?" and he helped her to her chair.
7:15 PM
They were at the table, eating and having a good time. Luella and Jasmine talked a lot, while Oliver explained quidditch to Geoffrey. Hermione was silent the whole time, not daring to look into those wonderful brown eyes of one beside her.
"So, Luella, what do you do?" Jasmine asked, taking a sip of her white wine. Luella said something about the ministry of magic, blah, blah, blah. Hermione tuned out since no one seemed interested enough to talk to her.
Suddenly, there was light tapping on her arm. Hermione turned her head to look at GASP! You got it . . .Oliver. He was smiling at her sheepishly as he pointed to the applesauce. (I have no idea why there was applesauce)
"Uh—I'm sorry to interrupt your thoughts, but could you pass me the applesauce?" he asked, not looking at her. She blushed and handed him the applesauce. "Oh. Sure. Sorry. I was just spacing out." Oliver nodded but that was it.
Geoffrey asked Oliver something about wands and Oliver completely forgot Hermione. Well . . . not that she cared, or anything.
8:00 PM
They were all seated in the living room, chatting, laughing, doing stuff. Hermione felt out of place. Oliver and Geoffrey seemed to get along quite well, and so did her Grandmother and Luella.
She sat there, pretending that her big toe interested her, while the others were talking happily away when . . .
"Dear?" Jasmine smiled at her. Hermione thanked her grandmother silently for this. "Hi Grandma."
"Are you alright?" Jasmine asked. Hermione nodded. "Yes, of course. Why?"
"Well, you've just been so quiet. Is something bothering you?" Hermione shook her head. She hated lying to her grandmother, but she didn't want to ruin everyone's evening. Jasmine didn't say anymore and returned her attention to Luella.
8:20 PM
Hermione was absorbed in her own thoughts that she didn't hear her father calling her.
"Hermione." Geoffrey frowned and shook her lightly. Hermione snapped out of her thoughts. "Huh? Yeah?" she answered, blushing.
"Hermione, could you show Oliver to the bathroom? I have to get some drinks for our guests."
Hermione stiffened. "Sure dad." She stood up and led the way to the bathroom with Oliver in tow.
"So," Oliver started, trying to be polite. "You've got a very nice home."
"Thanks." Hermione replied, not bothering to look back at him. She quickened her pace whenever she felt Oliver right behind her.
```Oliver's POV```
She's acting weird. It's almost as if she's trying to avoid me. Oh well. Girls are weird. And mom is acting weirder than usual . . .
```NORMAL POV```
Oliver put a hand on Hermione's shoulder to slow her down. "Hey, what's the hurry? It's not like we're in a race, eh?" he chuckled, and Hermione giggled along. She cursed herself for that. "Well, here we are. The bathroom." Hermione said in an announcer's voice, which made Oliver laugh.
"So, do I wait for you outside or go in with you?" Hermione joked. Oliver's eyes widened. "Uh—"
Hermione realized what she had just said and blushed a terrible shade of red. "I-It was a joke Oliver—I'd never—"
"Uh—yeah, I knew that." Oliver nodded, flushed. "Um . . ." They stood there, surrounded in an awkward silence.
"I'll go now," Hermione muttered. She mentally slapped herself several times.
Oliver watched her half-run back down to the living room.
```Hermione's POV```
What the heck was THAT!?! You sounded like a bloody skank! Where'd that come from? Oh what he must be thinking right now!!!
```NORMAL POV```
"Did you show Oliver where the bathroom was?" Jasmine asked, once Hermione stepped into the living room. She nodded and sat down, still flushed. No one noticed, and this time, Hermione was thankful for it.
After a few moments, Oliver came trudging back, and sat down beside Hermione. Luella, Geoffrey and Jasmine were in a heated debate about politics or something, which left Oliver to converse with . . .
"Hermione, how are Harry and Ron?" Oliver asked. He didn't know what else to ask. Hermione muttered something. Clearly, she was still embarrassed.
"Right." he said. He racked his brain for something they could talk about. What? Quidditch? Nah. Movies? Nope. School? Hermione like school, right?
"So, how's school?" he asked. "I miss hogwarts."
"It's still hogwarts. Same old stuff." She replied, not looking at him. "Ron made keeper in the quidditch team. Thought you'd want to know."
Oliver's eyes widened. "Really? That's good! Is he any better than me?" he half-joked. But honestly, was Ron better than him? At least he got a laugh from Hermione.
"He's alright. Harry said he needs to focus more, but you are definitely the better keeper." At this, Oliver beamed. "So, tell me about yourself." he prompted. Hermione giggled. "I don't know. Same old me, nothing new." The she looked like she was trying to remember something. "Oh yes, I'm taking advanced charms too."
Oliver arched a brow. "Really? Are you any good at it? Well of course you are—stupid question. Congratulations."
Hermione beamed at him. He thought she had the cutest smile. "Thank you." "You're welcome."
They were just starting to get comfortable around each other when Luella stood up. "Well, it has been *lovely* but it's getting late." Geoffrey walked her to the door. Oliver stood. "I guess this is goodbye." He said. Hermione nodded. She was slightly disappointed. Oliver followed his mother outside, as did Hermione.
"Goodbye, Geoffrey. Thank you for having us over. Thank jasmine for me too." Luella said. Geoffrey nodded and gave her a warm embrace. Hermione gagged.
"Bye, Hermione dear. I'll see you next week!" Luella said, hugging her. Hermione gave her a confused look. "Next week?"
"Yes. Geoffrey invited us to a picnic. Looking forward to it." And with that, Luella and Oliver vanished with a crack, leaving Hermione glaring at her father.
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//NEXT DAY\\
At the Wood house (Haha! House made of Wood! LOL!):
Oliver woke up, sunshine spilling all over his face. He groaned and yanked the blanket off of him and stumbled to the bathroom.
He splashed some cool water on his face, wiped it, brushed his teeth, and yanked on a shirt that was lying on the bathroom floor. Typical boy thing. Ew. (HAHA!)
By the time he got to the dining room, he found his mother and his little brother, Oakar or Oak for short (OAK WOOD! I am so corny!) Already half- done with their breakfast.
"Abou' time, Ollie!" the 6-year-old said, spraying bits of carrots all over the table. Oliver chuckled and ruffled his brother's hair. "Oak shut your mouth." He missed his little brother. Oak came back from a vacation with their aunt just this morning.
Oak obeyed. Oliver sat down beside the child and began piling mountains of carrots and eggs and whatever. Oak's eyes grew big. "Ollie, can you finish o' that?" he asked incredulously. Oliver nodded while stuffing his face. Luella clicked her tongue and reprimanded Oliver for being a bad example to his little brother.
"Sorry mom." Oliver muttered, grinning at Oak. Oak stuck his tongue out playfully.
"Now boys, you know I need to go shopping so Oliver, I trust that you'll take care of your baby brother and be a GOOD example." Luella emphasized the word good.
"Why are you going shopping?" Oliver asked, gulping down his juice. Oak imitated him, except juice spilled down his shirt.
"Oh you know," Luella stuttered, blushing wildly. "Geoffrey has invited us, including Oak, to a picnic . . ."
"I see." Oliver cut her off curtly. "Be sure to get me my broom care kit thing."
"And my voldie voodoo doll!" Oak added quickly. Luella frowned at Oliver, kissed Oak and left.
When she was gone, Oak turned to his brother. "Why are you so mean to mommy?" he asked. Oliver snorted. "Because mommy has forgotten about daddy."
"I've forgotten papa, so how come you're not mean to me?"
"Because Oak, you never knew papa. You were only four when he—" Oliver gulped. He didn't want to remember. Oak pushed his plate away and jumped down from his chair and hit Oliver.
"I knows papa! He had a big belly and a big bushy cat on his face!"
"Mustache, Oak."
"Mastoosh, cat, whatever!" Oak rolled his eyes. "Mommy said papa went with the angels. Is he with the angels, Ollie? Are they taking care of him?"
Oliver smiled at his brother's innocence. "Yes." he said. Oak smiled. "Good. Because if they hurt papa I'm gonna put the cactus curse on them!" Oak grabbed his toy wand from the table and pretended to hex someone.
"Cruciatus." Oliver corrected. Oak rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
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Chapter 4 – Preparations, Dinner, and embarrassment
//SATURDAY\\
Morning – 10:00 AM
Hermione jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes and rushed down into the kitchen. She inhaled the sweet scent of pancakes, hot chocolate and fresh fruits.
"Morning, honey." Geoffrey greeted her, setting down a plate of sausages. Jasmine was already at the table. "Good morning, dear." She smiled and Hermione gave her a big hug.
"So, what's with the big spread?" Hermione asked, sitting down next to Jasmine. Geoffrey passed the plate of pancakes to Hermione.
"Your father was just practicing for tonight," Jasmine joked, laughing elegantly. "Tonight?" Hermione asked, sipping her hot chocolate. "Don't tell me you have forgotten, dear?" Jasmine received a blank look from Hermione. "Dinner guests. You have dinner guests coming over. I believe they are—" Jasmine seemed to have forgotten the names.
"Luella and her son." Geoffrey supplied. "Ah yes." Jasmine said. "Thank you." Hermione stiffened. "Oh. Them." Geoffrey cleared his throat, sensing his daughter's anger.
"We're going to the supermarket, so you'll have to watch the house. Can you do it?" Geoffrey asked, changing the subject. Hermione frowned. "Of course I can. I'm 13."
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Hermione sat down on her favorite chair in the living room, reading. Geoffrey and Jasmine had gone out to buy food for the dinner, but Hermione didn't mind staying home alone.
Then, a sudden thought came to Hermione—what would she wear?
Hermione didn't know WHY she wanted to look good. Jeans and a shirt were fine for her but something made her giddy and excited . . . was it—nah. Couldn't be.
But . . .could it? Did she want to look good for a certain someone? A certain OLIVER maybe? Hermione laughed. No. Certainly not. Not Oliver. Pff. . . Oliver. But somehow, Hermione doubted herself.
``Hermione's POV``
I do NOT like Oliver Wood. He's a whopping four years older than me! He could be like my older brother! Hah. Oliver Wood. Poppycock.
``Normal POV``
And then a mental image of Oliver smiling down at her flashed in her head and it made her heart melt and her knees buckle. But still, Hermione chose to remain stubborn.
"I do not like Oliver Wood. I do not like Oliver Wood. I do not . . ." But then Hermione trailed off, leaving her words hanging in the air. A slow smile crept upon her face.
Afternoon – 3:05 PM
Hermione opened her closet and put her hands on her hips. "What to wear?" she pulled out a long denim skirt with slits up the side, and an off shoulder peasant top with flower embroidery. "This looks promising. But what shoes?"
Hermione let out a loud "Hmm" and grabbed a pair of white slip-ons (?). She smiled, satisfied and went on choosing her accessories. After all, Geoffrey said that it would a grand dinner.
Early Evening – 6:00 PM
Geoffrey and Jasmine arrived, and were already at work in the kitchen. Hermione went down. Greeted them, and then went up again to take a long relaxing bath.
She sprinkled some rose petals into the water and slipped in. "Ah . . ." After this bath—she promised herself—she was going to smell like heaven. And when she stepped out, she proved herself correct yet again. She smelled good.
6:30 PM
"Hermione! Luella and Oliver will be here any minute!" Geoffrey called from downstairs.
"Alright, dad." Hermione changed into her clothes, combed her hair, and gave herself a pep talk.
"You do not like Oliver Wood. You just dressed up since dad said it would be a formal dinner. You will NOT blush or giggle or do anything stupid. Oliv—that person's smile will have NO effect on you. You do NOT like OLIVER WOOD." Hermione smiled, feeling prepared.
"HERMIONE! THEY'RE HERE!"
Almost immediately, Hermione ran downstairs but caught herself. "No. I will go down gracefully and slowly."
"HERMIONE!"
She rolled her eyes at her father and went down, slowly, gracefully . . .
"Ah. There she is." Geoffrey said. Luella and Oliver stood up from the couch. Hermione didn't look at Oliver. Luella gave her a peck on the cheek. "Hermione dear! You look so lovely tonight! Oliver, doesn't Hermione look lovely?"
Hermione made a mental note to kick Luella. Oliver's eyes landed on Hermione. "Yes. You look nice, Hermione." He said stiffly. Hermione felt a blush, but she told herself that he only said it because Luella had asked him.
"Thank you." She managed. Little did she know, Oliver mean it.
``OLIVER'S POV``
Breathtaking. Absolutely breathtaking. Look at her. She looks so innocent yet so . . .it's hard to believe she's only thirteen! She's so womanly! And the way she carries herself! My gosh! Beauty and Brains, this girl.
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``Normal POV``
Hermione stared at Oliver. "What? Is there something on my face?" she asked. Oliver snapped out of his thoughts. "Huh? What? Oh. Oh! No." he stammered. [Since when do you turn to jelly at the sight of Hermione?!] he demanded silently.
"Then, what is it?" She asked. Oliver frowned. "I can't admire the way you look?" he asked, and immediately wished he had kept his mouth shut. Hermione turned red. "Ah—um . . . of course you can—not that I mean you are. . .I mean—"
"KIDS! Dinner!" Geoffrey shouted from the dining room. Hermione thanked her father silently. "Right. Let's go then." She went into the dining room with Oliver following uncomfortably.
Geoffrey started introducing Luella and Oliver to Jasmine. "How nice to meet you, Luella."
"Nice to meet you too, Jasmine. This is my son Oliver."
"H'lo."
"What a handsome young man you have! You must be so proud."
"Thank you, I am."
This went on for a while, and Hermione chose to just smile and nod and smile and nod.
"Ah, Geoffrey. This spread looks quite delicious!" Luella complimented. In effect, Geoffrey turned scarlet. "Thank you, Luella." He said, a big grin on his face. "Shall we?" and he helped her to her chair.
7:15 PM
They were at the table, eating and having a good time. Luella and Jasmine talked a lot, while Oliver explained quidditch to Geoffrey. Hermione was silent the whole time, not daring to look into those wonderful brown eyes of one beside her.
"So, Luella, what do you do?" Jasmine asked, taking a sip of her white wine. Luella said something about the ministry of magic, blah, blah, blah. Hermione tuned out since no one seemed interested enough to talk to her.
Suddenly, there was light tapping on her arm. Hermione turned her head to look at GASP! You got it . . .Oliver. He was smiling at her sheepishly as he pointed to the applesauce. (I have no idea why there was applesauce)
"Uh—I'm sorry to interrupt your thoughts, but could you pass me the applesauce?" he asked, not looking at her. She blushed and handed him the applesauce. "Oh. Sure. Sorry. I was just spacing out." Oliver nodded but that was it.
Geoffrey asked Oliver something about wands and Oliver completely forgot Hermione. Well . . . not that she cared, or anything.
8:00 PM
They were all seated in the living room, chatting, laughing, doing stuff. Hermione felt out of place. Oliver and Geoffrey seemed to get along quite well, and so did her Grandmother and Luella.
She sat there, pretending that her big toe interested her, while the others were talking happily away when . . .
"Dear?" Jasmine smiled at her. Hermione thanked her grandmother silently for this. "Hi Grandma."
"Are you alright?" Jasmine asked. Hermione nodded. "Yes, of course. Why?"
"Well, you've just been so quiet. Is something bothering you?" Hermione shook her head. She hated lying to her grandmother, but she didn't want to ruin everyone's evening. Jasmine didn't say anymore and returned her attention to Luella.
8:20 PM
Hermione was absorbed in her own thoughts that she didn't hear her father calling her.
"Hermione." Geoffrey frowned and shook her lightly. Hermione snapped out of her thoughts. "Huh? Yeah?" she answered, blushing.
"Hermione, could you show Oliver to the bathroom? I have to get some drinks for our guests."
Hermione stiffened. "Sure dad." She stood up and led the way to the bathroom with Oliver in tow.
"So," Oliver started, trying to be polite. "You've got a very nice home."
"Thanks." Hermione replied, not bothering to look back at him. She quickened her pace whenever she felt Oliver right behind her.
```Oliver's POV```
She's acting weird. It's almost as if she's trying to avoid me. Oh well. Girls are weird. And mom is acting weirder than usual . . .
```NORMAL POV```
Oliver put a hand on Hermione's shoulder to slow her down. "Hey, what's the hurry? It's not like we're in a race, eh?" he chuckled, and Hermione giggled along. She cursed herself for that. "Well, here we are. The bathroom." Hermione said in an announcer's voice, which made Oliver laugh.
"So, do I wait for you outside or go in with you?" Hermione joked. Oliver's eyes widened. "Uh—"
Hermione realized what she had just said and blushed a terrible shade of red. "I-It was a joke Oliver—I'd never—"
"Uh—yeah, I knew that." Oliver nodded, flushed. "Um . . ." They stood there, surrounded in an awkward silence.
"I'll go now," Hermione muttered. She mentally slapped herself several times.
Oliver watched her half-run back down to the living room.
```Hermione's POV```
What the heck was THAT!?! You sounded like a bloody skank! Where'd that come from? Oh what he must be thinking right now!!!
```NORMAL POV```
"Did you show Oliver where the bathroom was?" Jasmine asked, once Hermione stepped into the living room. She nodded and sat down, still flushed. No one noticed, and this time, Hermione was thankful for it.
After a few moments, Oliver came trudging back, and sat down beside Hermione. Luella, Geoffrey and Jasmine were in a heated debate about politics or something, which left Oliver to converse with . . .
"Hermione, how are Harry and Ron?" Oliver asked. He didn't know what else to ask. Hermione muttered something. Clearly, she was still embarrassed.
"Right." he said. He racked his brain for something they could talk about. What? Quidditch? Nah. Movies? Nope. School? Hermione like school, right?
"So, how's school?" he asked. "I miss hogwarts."
"It's still hogwarts. Same old stuff." She replied, not looking at him. "Ron made keeper in the quidditch team. Thought you'd want to know."
Oliver's eyes widened. "Really? That's good! Is he any better than me?" he half-joked. But honestly, was Ron better than him? At least he got a laugh from Hermione.
"He's alright. Harry said he needs to focus more, but you are definitely the better keeper." At this, Oliver beamed. "So, tell me about yourself." he prompted. Hermione giggled. "I don't know. Same old me, nothing new." The she looked like she was trying to remember something. "Oh yes, I'm taking advanced charms too."
Oliver arched a brow. "Really? Are you any good at it? Well of course you are—stupid question. Congratulations."
Hermione beamed at him. He thought she had the cutest smile. "Thank you." "You're welcome."
They were just starting to get comfortable around each other when Luella stood up. "Well, it has been *lovely* but it's getting late." Geoffrey walked her to the door. Oliver stood. "I guess this is goodbye." He said. Hermione nodded. She was slightly disappointed. Oliver followed his mother outside, as did Hermione.
"Goodbye, Geoffrey. Thank you for having us over. Thank jasmine for me too." Luella said. Geoffrey nodded and gave her a warm embrace. Hermione gagged.
"Bye, Hermione dear. I'll see you next week!" Luella said, hugging her. Hermione gave her a confused look. "Next week?"
"Yes. Geoffrey invited us to a picnic. Looking forward to it." And with that, Luella and Oliver vanished with a crack, leaving Hermione glaring at her father.
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//NEXT DAY\\
At the Wood house (Haha! House made of Wood! LOL!):
Oliver woke up, sunshine spilling all over his face. He groaned and yanked the blanket off of him and stumbled to the bathroom.
He splashed some cool water on his face, wiped it, brushed his teeth, and yanked on a shirt that was lying on the bathroom floor. Typical boy thing. Ew. (HAHA!)
By the time he got to the dining room, he found his mother and his little brother, Oakar or Oak for short (OAK WOOD! I am so corny!) Already half- done with their breakfast.
"Abou' time, Ollie!" the 6-year-old said, spraying bits of carrots all over the table. Oliver chuckled and ruffled his brother's hair. "Oak shut your mouth." He missed his little brother. Oak came back from a vacation with their aunt just this morning.
Oak obeyed. Oliver sat down beside the child and began piling mountains of carrots and eggs and whatever. Oak's eyes grew big. "Ollie, can you finish o' that?" he asked incredulously. Oliver nodded while stuffing his face. Luella clicked her tongue and reprimanded Oliver for being a bad example to his little brother.
"Sorry mom." Oliver muttered, grinning at Oak. Oak stuck his tongue out playfully.
"Now boys, you know I need to go shopping so Oliver, I trust that you'll take care of your baby brother and be a GOOD example." Luella emphasized the word good.
"Why are you going shopping?" Oliver asked, gulping down his juice. Oak imitated him, except juice spilled down his shirt.
"Oh you know," Luella stuttered, blushing wildly. "Geoffrey has invited us, including Oak, to a picnic . . ."
"I see." Oliver cut her off curtly. "Be sure to get me my broom care kit thing."
"And my voldie voodoo doll!" Oak added quickly. Luella frowned at Oliver, kissed Oak and left.
When she was gone, Oak turned to his brother. "Why are you so mean to mommy?" he asked. Oliver snorted. "Because mommy has forgotten about daddy."
"I've forgotten papa, so how come you're not mean to me?"
"Because Oak, you never knew papa. You were only four when he—" Oliver gulped. He didn't want to remember. Oak pushed his plate away and jumped down from his chair and hit Oliver.
"I knows papa! He had a big belly and a big bushy cat on his face!"
"Mustache, Oak."
"Mastoosh, cat, whatever!" Oak rolled his eyes. "Mommy said papa went with the angels. Is he with the angels, Ollie? Are they taking care of him?"
Oliver smiled at his brother's innocence. "Yes." he said. Oak smiled. "Good. Because if they hurt papa I'm gonna put the cactus curse on them!" Oak grabbed his toy wand from the table and pretended to hex someone.
"Cruciatus." Oliver corrected. Oak rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
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I hope you all enjoyed that chapter! Haha, I love oak! He's so adorable! Haha! And for my reviewers . . .
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