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.

Chapter 5 – Horrible yesterday

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Ollie's acting weird. Oak searched his brother's face for some kind of clue. Zilch. Oak nibbled on his pineapple in frustration.

The Woods and the Grangers were picnicking in a park beside a small pond. Everyone was done eating except for Oliver, Hermione, and Oak.

Oak turned his head to Hermione. She was looked like she was forcing herself not to look up. She's acting funny too.

Oak sighed and took a big bite out of his pineapple. He set the fork down on his plate and turned to Luella. "Mommy, I don't like the pineapple anymore."

Luella was busy listening to Geoffrey. Mommy likes that man.

The little boy was tired of all this silence between Oliver and Hermione.

"Hey Mynimee!" he shook Hermione gently. "Mynimee!"

She snapped out of whatever trance she was in and gave a startled cry. "Oak! Oh dear, you gave me a fright."

"Wanna play Frisbee?" Oak asked, his big, sweet, innocent brown eyes boring into hers. She couldn't resist such a sweet little kid. "Sure, Oak."

Good! Now for Ollie! "Wanna play with us, Ollie?" Oak tugged on his brother's sleeve. Oliver seemed to not hear him. He continued chewing his watermelon.

"I said, you wanna play Frisbee with us?" Oak repeated, a little louder. Oliver seemed deep in thought. Oak turned to Hermione. "He's not listening! I think he's gone blind!"

"It's deaf, Oak. Oliver's gone deaf." Hermione corrected. Oak shrugged.

Hermione was about to call out to Oliver, but then she stopped. Let Oak ask Oliver. I don't want to seem as if I—

But her hands betrayed her. Before she knew it, Oliver was looking at her expectantly as her hand rested on his arm.

Oliver's eyes pierced through hers, waiting for whatever she was going to do or say.

Oak watched. Hermione suddenly felt stupid.

"Uh—Would you like to play Frisbee with us?" she asked slowly, avoiding eye contact. Oliver raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh . . . sure." He nodded. Hermione bit her lower lip. Okay . . .so get up already. She urged herself mentally. But she didn't. She stayed there, looking at anything but Oliver, and her hand was still resting on his arm.

Oliver, on the other hand was confused. She had asked him to play, so why wasn't she getting up? He was oblivious to the fact that she had her hand on his arm.

Oak grinned impishly. Now he knew what was going on. Oliver liked Hermione! And Hermione liked Oliver! This is too good!

Oliver was finally aware that there was a hand on his arm. He jerked his arm away and got up.

Hermione was taken by surprise and turned a good shade of red. What was I doing? She demanded. I looked like an idiot! And why didn't I take my hand off? He practically yanked his arm away!!!

Oliver cleared his throat, and Hermione—though unwillingly—looked at him. "Are we going to play or not?" he asked playfully.

Oak nodded. "YES WE ARE!" he jumped up and ran to Oliver. Now Hermione was the only one sitting down, feeling dumber.

The two Woods were waiting for her, hands on their hips identically. Hermione had to laugh at this.

"Alright. I'm in." She got up, brushed the dirt off her jeans and imitated them by settling her hands on her hips and giving them the same stare they gave her.

"That's the spirit!" Oliver laughed.

Hermione dashed across the field, keeping an eye on the spinning yellow Frisbee. "IT'S OVER THERE, MYNIMEE! GRAB IT! GRAB IT!" Oak cheered. Oliver gave him a frown. "You don't want her to win, do you?"

Oak nodded brightly. "Yes I do! I want Mynimee to win!"

Hermione jumped into the air and caught the Frisbee. "YES! Game point! I win!" she screamed with delight.

Oak ran over the field to congratulate a panting, but happy Hermione. Oliver walked to them, hands inside his pockets. "You win, you win." He grumbled.

Hermione giggled and held out her hand for him to shake. He took it and shook it. "It's not so bad, Oliver. You played your best."

"It is too. And my best wasn't enough."

Oak rolled his eyes and turned to Hermione. "Ollie likes winning. He always wins. Well—not today but he always wins."

"Put a cork in it, Oak." Oliver muttered. Oak stuck his tongue out and went back to his mother, leaving Oliver and Hermione together. Alone. Crap.

"That was fun. I never knew running around could be so—exhilarating." Hermione said perkily. Oliver muttered something, still annoyed that a girl beat him. A GIRL! Pff. . . Chauvinist.

Hermione nudged him. "Hey, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"You have to accept that I won and you—"

"Hermione!"

"Don't be so bitter, Wood. Just because you lost to me, doesn't mean—"

"I get it."

"Well you should," Hermione went on, enjoying his childish behavior. "Because bookworms aren't just bookworms. They're—"

"Conceited, maybe?" Oliver offered, his face all contorted. (A/N: I love that word!) Hermione giggled. "Yes, they are." She joked. Oliver still looked kind of upset.

"Oh come on, Wood. Give me one of those radiant smiles of yours. You know, the kind that makes the girls swoon." Hermione pretended to swoon. He blushed, but thank gosh she didn't see it.

Oliver tried his best not to smile, but darn! He broke into a wide grin. He cursed himself for that. Then he laughed. He cursed himself for that, too. Curse, curse, curse. Currrssseee . . .

Hermione broke into laughter as well. "Why-gasp-are we-gasp-laughing? -Gasp-"

Oliver shrugged, still laughing.

Meanwhile, Oak asked Jasmine to take him to the pond. Jasmine agreed, and they went on their merry little way, leaving ahem alone. Oak was evil. Pure, pure, evil.

Luella felt awkward a bit, in her green sundress that showed off her shoulders. She felt Geoffrey's eyes on her as she finished her fruit up. Luella felt a blush creeping up to her cheeks and she feared for that.

"Luella?"

Luella looked up. Apparently, Geoffrey had asked her something, and was looking at her expectantly.

"Sorry. What was that?" oh my goodness.

"I was asking if you'd like to take a walk, since the kids and Jasmine are out doing their own thing." He looked kind of embarrassed.

"Oh. Sure." Luella nodded, standing up. Geoffrey gave her a sweet smile and offered his hand. She took it.

"It's quite funny how we met," Geoffrey started. Luella nodded. "But I'm glad we met."

Luella blushed. She was about to say something when she felt Geoffrey's hand brush against hers. She turned to look at him; he was smiling at her. She bit her lip to stop herself from turning even redder.

Meanwhile

"So, now that you've graduated, what do you want to do?" Hermione tied her hair into a ponytail and faced Oliver. The boy shrugged. "Don't know yet. Take it easy, I guess."

"Take it easy? How do you mean?" Hermione was interested. Oliver shrugged again. "I don't really care, Hermione. Whatever happens happens."

She was quite disappointed with Oliver. How could he just "take it easy"? For her, taking it easy was the same as bumming around. And she certainly didn't want a boyfriend who bummed around. "Well you should—" Hermione's eyes widened.
What was she thinking? Boyfriend?! NO! NO WAY! EW! Oh gawd!

Hermione slapped her forehead. Oliver noticed. "I think I'm going insane!" she snapped.

"Are you . . .alright?" He reached out to her but she jumped away. "Oh no!" She backed away from his with slow, cautious steps. "Oh no, no, no. NO!" Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Oh no, what?"

"No, no, no! Nononononononononononono!"

"Hermione, what is going on?"

"YOU ARE POSOINING MY MIND! MY CLEAN, CLEAN MIND WITH SICK . . .HORRIFYING THOUGHTS!" She screamed. Oliver's jaw dropped.
"WHAT?!"

"YOU! YOU!" she pointed at him, finger trembling. "YOU HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE BOY!"

Oliver was tremendously confused, agitated, and freaked out all at the same time. "Hermione!!!"

"How can you do this to me?! How can you do this to my mind?! My beautiful, clean, intelligent mind!" Hermione was saying all of this in a fast manner, which made Oliver only hear a rush of words with no meaning whatsoever. He hoped that she'd slow down . . .so he could understand what he "did" to her.

But she didn't. Not in the least.

"I never ever had this problem before! You! You and your hotness!" Oliver let out a little gasp in surprise. Did she say hotness? His heart started to beat faster.

"I was so focused on not letting this happen and it's happening—"

"Hermione! Slow down!"

"Oliver Wood, I condemn you! I—"

"For what?!"

"For being the perfect boy! For being the perfect distraction!"

"I never—"

"I DO NOT LIKE YOU ONE BIT! I DO NOT HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU! I AM COLD TOWARDS YOU! COLD, I SAY! AS COLD AS THE NORTH POLE! COLDER THAN MALFOY'S HEART!"

Oliver didn't listen. Only one word kept repeating itself in his mind. Hotness. She had just said she found him hot. Didn't she? He felt the corners of his mouth tug upward. Well good gosh. Hermione found him hot.

"You find me h—" before he could finish, Hermione, angry as a whale, stormed off.

The next day. . .

Hermione woke up with a start, heart banging against her chest. She groaned, recalling the events of yesterday. Oh, that horrible yesterday.

Yesterday replayed over and over and over again in her mind, and with each playback, she groaned, heart sinking. She remembered that awful yesterday where she exploded—quite unreasonably too—and let out that one word . . .that one terrible word that cost her so much embarrassment and regret.

Hotness.

With this, Hermione let out a long, piercing shriek. A shriek so deafening that the walls of her room shook, and a glass on her bedside table broke spraying pieces of jagged glass all over the floor.

Oh my oh my. What had she done?

I'M SO 100x SORRY FOR SUCH THE LONG WAIT! It's been ages, I know! I'm so sorry! I do hope that this chapter makes up for that!
I've been so busy with school, and tests and stuff! I'M SORRY!

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