Disclaimer: I absolutely do not own anything Harry Potter or any songs that
I may use in the future. The only thing I own is the plot.
A/N: This is my debut fic. It is, in fact, a Hermione/Oliver romance fic, a couple that is a new obsession for me. I hope you guys absolutely love it because I had a blast writing it. I'll try to update as much as I can!
Who Do You Think You Are?
By MissGranger
Chapter 1: A Not-So-Warm Welcome
Taking a step back, an exhausted Hermione Granger exhaled and looked around at her work. A gentle smile played along her cherry lips at what she saw. Hogwart's mediwitch is finally ready for another school year with every bed made, every table polished, and every window washed, allowing the golden light of the setting sun to illuminate the room. She'd taken it upon herself to ask Professor Sprout for a few plants to decorate the otherwise boring, white recovery room.
After inspecting every corner and every spot of the room, she glided out of the room with a satisfied smile on her face. As she walked down the hall, she looked around at the grand portraits and greeted those who were energetic enough to acknowledge her presence. The warm sense of familiarity washed over her like an ocean breeze as she reminisced over her school-girl days at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Along with her best friends, she made many precious memories locked in the back of her mind. As she listened to the echo of her footsteps along the marble floor, she was grateful for the peace, for it was well-deserved after the bloody war with Lord Voldemort.
Caught up in her thoughts, she barely noticed her colleague and former professor until she felt the soft tap on her shoulder. She turned to look at the elder woman staring at her with warm, brown eyes through square framed glasses. Hermione grinned as she recognized the woman whom she had respected since her first day at Hogwarts. "Minerva, have the students arrived?"
Minerva McGonagall couldn't help but smile broadly at the young woman
standing in front of her. Of course, she had always thought that her favorite student would move on to achieve great things, but the actual sight of it almost made her eyes water. Hermione is no longer the bushy-haired, buck-toothed little girl who carried around more books than she could handle, she has transformed into a stunning young woman with a successful career and loving personality. Although she will always miss her longtime friend and colleague, Madame Pomfrey, she must also admit that Hermione is doing an amazing job filling her shoes. Although last year was her first year as the school mediwitch, her charm and friendly personality helped her quickly rise amongst the popularity scale with the students. "Not yet, but Albus would like all the teachers to be seated at the Great Hall to welcome their arrival."
With a blinding smile, Hermione gestured to the Transfiguration professor, "Well, let us be off then."
* * *
Another round of applause ended the Sorting ceremony. Hermione clapped extra loud as the last little girl was sorted into her old house. A fuzzy feeling overcame her as she remembered the time she was sorted into Gryffindor. Everyone had been so friendly and she had felt so relieved. Now, the whole room was silent as everyone waited for Professor Dumbledore to make his usual announcements. She was amazed how even after the war, Albus Dumbledore still held the power to make everyone in the room turn their attention to him the minute he stands up. "As always, first year students are to be reminded that the Forbidden Forest is off limits. Also, a new list of prohibited items have been posted by our caretaker, Mr. Filch. For those of you who believe that you need to review the list, please feel free to do so." At this, Hermione was immediately reminded of the red-headed twins who had caused mayhem at the time they shared in the school and outside of school when she visited their family and she had a sudden impulse to visit their joke shop at Hogsmeade.
Her attention went back to the headmaster as he continued. "Also, as many of you know, Madam Hooch have decided to leave us and is now a referee for professional Quiddich. Luckily, we have found a replacement in time whom I am sure you will all be pleased with. Now, let's give a Hoggy Warty welcome to the new flying instructor, Professor Oliver Wood." Hermione almost jumped at the amount of applause this new professor received as he walked through the heavy oak doors of the Great Hall.
Ever since her school days, the older Gryffindor had always been popular. His skill as the Gryffindor Quiddich keeper was well known throughout the entire schools and she swore that she remembered him having a secret fan club that gathered in the library every Friday night as they mindlessly giggled about his amazing smile and his perfect personality. Of course, she only remembered this miniscule part of her childhood because of her immense hatred toward those who disrupted her quiet study time and in her opinion, Oliver Wood was an enemy for being, well. him.
Now that she looked at him for the second time, she realized exactly why those girls became incoherent airheads around him. His smile was even more dazzling than she remembered and his physique was practically unmatched. He had a handsome yet attractively immature quality in his features and a magnetic presence. No wonder he turned heads when he was in school.
Noticing her chain of thought, Hermione subtly shook her head again. What was she talking about? He's still the same arrogant, little Mr. Perfect that she remembered. She rolled her eyes as he waved to several students who were still swooning over him. 'Still Mr. Big-Shot, huh?' she thought as he seated himself next to her at the long table and nodded to quiet his fans. Faintly, she heard Dumbledore's voice again. "Well, with all said and done, let the feast begin."
Taking her mind completely off the handsome Quiddich player beside her, Hermione smiled as she heard the gasps from the first years as the food appeared on their plate as if by. magic. She began her own meal as she shook her head at herself with that smile remaining on her face, thinking how ironic that Muggle phrase was in that situation. She had just put a piece of broccoli in her mouth when she heard a voice next to her. "Hermione Granger, right?"
* * *
Oliver Wood couldn't believe he was finally setting foot into his old school. It was like returning home after an epic journey. Then again, he had just returned from his role in defeating Lord Voldemort so in a way, he was playing the part of a nostalgic, worn-out soldier. He could just hear his introduction made by his old Headmaster and decided that it was the right time to make his entrance. Years of being a professional Quiddich Player taught him how to satisfy his crowd and his usual habits of waving and flashing his professional smile returned.
He took his time walking up to his place at the table as his careful eyes surveyed his surroundings. The first thing that caught his eye was the spirited Gryffindor table. Memories of his younger self, sitting at a seat that is now occupied by a young redhead floated back to his mind. Those late night parties when the Gryffindor Quiddich team won a match... having Professor McGonagall come in with her nightgown on and yell at everyone to go to bed.
Once again, he directed his eyes to the long table at the front of the Hall and scanned his new co-workers. He spotted the Potions Master, Professor Snape, with his hair as greasy as ever. The scowl on his face hadn't changed a bit over the years, just like that spark in his glare still sends shivers down his back. Many of his old professors were still there, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Vector, unfortunately, Professor Trelawney... Then his eyes settled on a young woman sitting next to Professor Snape. She seemed vaguely familiar but he just couldn't put his finger on it. He was almost positive she was someone from his past but he just could not put a name to that face.
With a slight and unnoticeable shrug, he sat down at the empty seat beside her. Dumbledore concluded his speech and the delicious smelling food appeared on his plate. He picked up his fork and knife and was just about to dig in, but there was still something bugging him at the back of his mind. He turned back to the brunette beside him and stared for a moment...until he saw her smile. That smile ignited the spark of recognition that filled his eyes. From his memory, an image of a bushy- haired girl with that same, innocent smile appeared along with the background of a muddy, rainy day on the quiddich field in his seventh year. He had his suspicions though, because although he was almost a hundred percent sure, the change from that little girl to this young woman was unbelievable.
Her hair was no longer the massive disaster it used to be. Most of it had been pinned up with a clip, but a few wisps of the dark brown hair escaped and fell down her back to her waist. The former eyebrow length bangs were now grown out and pinned back with the rest of her dark mane. A few shoulder length ringlets fell neatly on her shoulders and he watched as a slim hand reached up to pull it behind her ear. A new shine reflected off her silky strands from the floating candles and appeared to give off a glow. Her honey-colored eyes were still as warm as they always were and her delicate nose rested on the center of her face. Apparently, she has turned into a beautiful young woman. He definitely appreciated the change in the former bookworm.
"Hermione Granger, right?" he asked, deciding to take a chance. He watched as she turned towards him, with her broccoli in her mouth and her full lips closed around the fork. He must admit, he thought she looked absolutely adorable. Her wide eyes stared at him like a baby deer and he could make out a sense of surprise in them. Slowly, she chewed her food and swallowing and happily, he expected an answer.
"Yes, Professor Wood. Now, let's finish our meal before it gets cold." With that, she turned her attention back to her food and the smile immediately disappeared from his face. The abrupt end to the ridiculously short conversation was a first experience for him and he was sure he didn't like it. A silent voice called out from his heart, "ouch..."
A/N: This is my debut fic. It is, in fact, a Hermione/Oliver romance fic, a couple that is a new obsession for me. I hope you guys absolutely love it because I had a blast writing it. I'll try to update as much as I can!
Who Do You Think You Are?
By MissGranger
Chapter 1: A Not-So-Warm Welcome
Taking a step back, an exhausted Hermione Granger exhaled and looked around at her work. A gentle smile played along her cherry lips at what she saw. Hogwart's mediwitch is finally ready for another school year with every bed made, every table polished, and every window washed, allowing the golden light of the setting sun to illuminate the room. She'd taken it upon herself to ask Professor Sprout for a few plants to decorate the otherwise boring, white recovery room.
After inspecting every corner and every spot of the room, she glided out of the room with a satisfied smile on her face. As she walked down the hall, she looked around at the grand portraits and greeted those who were energetic enough to acknowledge her presence. The warm sense of familiarity washed over her like an ocean breeze as she reminisced over her school-girl days at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Along with her best friends, she made many precious memories locked in the back of her mind. As she listened to the echo of her footsteps along the marble floor, she was grateful for the peace, for it was well-deserved after the bloody war with Lord Voldemort.
Caught up in her thoughts, she barely noticed her colleague and former professor until she felt the soft tap on her shoulder. She turned to look at the elder woman staring at her with warm, brown eyes through square framed glasses. Hermione grinned as she recognized the woman whom she had respected since her first day at Hogwarts. "Minerva, have the students arrived?"
Minerva McGonagall couldn't help but smile broadly at the young woman
standing in front of her. Of course, she had always thought that her favorite student would move on to achieve great things, but the actual sight of it almost made her eyes water. Hermione is no longer the bushy-haired, buck-toothed little girl who carried around more books than she could handle, she has transformed into a stunning young woman with a successful career and loving personality. Although she will always miss her longtime friend and colleague, Madame Pomfrey, she must also admit that Hermione is doing an amazing job filling her shoes. Although last year was her first year as the school mediwitch, her charm and friendly personality helped her quickly rise amongst the popularity scale with the students. "Not yet, but Albus would like all the teachers to be seated at the Great Hall to welcome their arrival."
With a blinding smile, Hermione gestured to the Transfiguration professor, "Well, let us be off then."
* * *
Another round of applause ended the Sorting ceremony. Hermione clapped extra loud as the last little girl was sorted into her old house. A fuzzy feeling overcame her as she remembered the time she was sorted into Gryffindor. Everyone had been so friendly and she had felt so relieved. Now, the whole room was silent as everyone waited for Professor Dumbledore to make his usual announcements. She was amazed how even after the war, Albus Dumbledore still held the power to make everyone in the room turn their attention to him the minute he stands up. "As always, first year students are to be reminded that the Forbidden Forest is off limits. Also, a new list of prohibited items have been posted by our caretaker, Mr. Filch. For those of you who believe that you need to review the list, please feel free to do so." At this, Hermione was immediately reminded of the red-headed twins who had caused mayhem at the time they shared in the school and outside of school when she visited their family and she had a sudden impulse to visit their joke shop at Hogsmeade.
Her attention went back to the headmaster as he continued. "Also, as many of you know, Madam Hooch have decided to leave us and is now a referee for professional Quiddich. Luckily, we have found a replacement in time whom I am sure you will all be pleased with. Now, let's give a Hoggy Warty welcome to the new flying instructor, Professor Oliver Wood." Hermione almost jumped at the amount of applause this new professor received as he walked through the heavy oak doors of the Great Hall.
Ever since her school days, the older Gryffindor had always been popular. His skill as the Gryffindor Quiddich keeper was well known throughout the entire schools and she swore that she remembered him having a secret fan club that gathered in the library every Friday night as they mindlessly giggled about his amazing smile and his perfect personality. Of course, she only remembered this miniscule part of her childhood because of her immense hatred toward those who disrupted her quiet study time and in her opinion, Oliver Wood was an enemy for being, well. him.
Now that she looked at him for the second time, she realized exactly why those girls became incoherent airheads around him. His smile was even more dazzling than she remembered and his physique was practically unmatched. He had a handsome yet attractively immature quality in his features and a magnetic presence. No wonder he turned heads when he was in school.
Noticing her chain of thought, Hermione subtly shook her head again. What was she talking about? He's still the same arrogant, little Mr. Perfect that she remembered. She rolled her eyes as he waved to several students who were still swooning over him. 'Still Mr. Big-Shot, huh?' she thought as he seated himself next to her at the long table and nodded to quiet his fans. Faintly, she heard Dumbledore's voice again. "Well, with all said and done, let the feast begin."
Taking her mind completely off the handsome Quiddich player beside her, Hermione smiled as she heard the gasps from the first years as the food appeared on their plate as if by. magic. She began her own meal as she shook her head at herself with that smile remaining on her face, thinking how ironic that Muggle phrase was in that situation. She had just put a piece of broccoli in her mouth when she heard a voice next to her. "Hermione Granger, right?"
* * *
Oliver Wood couldn't believe he was finally setting foot into his old school. It was like returning home after an epic journey. Then again, he had just returned from his role in defeating Lord Voldemort so in a way, he was playing the part of a nostalgic, worn-out soldier. He could just hear his introduction made by his old Headmaster and decided that it was the right time to make his entrance. Years of being a professional Quiddich Player taught him how to satisfy his crowd and his usual habits of waving and flashing his professional smile returned.
He took his time walking up to his place at the table as his careful eyes surveyed his surroundings. The first thing that caught his eye was the spirited Gryffindor table. Memories of his younger self, sitting at a seat that is now occupied by a young redhead floated back to his mind. Those late night parties when the Gryffindor Quiddich team won a match... having Professor McGonagall come in with her nightgown on and yell at everyone to go to bed.
Once again, he directed his eyes to the long table at the front of the Hall and scanned his new co-workers. He spotted the Potions Master, Professor Snape, with his hair as greasy as ever. The scowl on his face hadn't changed a bit over the years, just like that spark in his glare still sends shivers down his back. Many of his old professors were still there, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Vector, unfortunately, Professor Trelawney... Then his eyes settled on a young woman sitting next to Professor Snape. She seemed vaguely familiar but he just couldn't put his finger on it. He was almost positive she was someone from his past but he just could not put a name to that face.
With a slight and unnoticeable shrug, he sat down at the empty seat beside her. Dumbledore concluded his speech and the delicious smelling food appeared on his plate. He picked up his fork and knife and was just about to dig in, but there was still something bugging him at the back of his mind. He turned back to the brunette beside him and stared for a moment...until he saw her smile. That smile ignited the spark of recognition that filled his eyes. From his memory, an image of a bushy- haired girl with that same, innocent smile appeared along with the background of a muddy, rainy day on the quiddich field in his seventh year. He had his suspicions though, because although he was almost a hundred percent sure, the change from that little girl to this young woman was unbelievable.
Her hair was no longer the massive disaster it used to be. Most of it had been pinned up with a clip, but a few wisps of the dark brown hair escaped and fell down her back to her waist. The former eyebrow length bangs were now grown out and pinned back with the rest of her dark mane. A few shoulder length ringlets fell neatly on her shoulders and he watched as a slim hand reached up to pull it behind her ear. A new shine reflected off her silky strands from the floating candles and appeared to give off a glow. Her honey-colored eyes were still as warm as they always were and her delicate nose rested on the center of her face. Apparently, she has turned into a beautiful young woman. He definitely appreciated the change in the former bookworm.
"Hermione Granger, right?" he asked, deciding to take a chance. He watched as she turned towards him, with her broccoli in her mouth and her full lips closed around the fork. He must admit, he thought she looked absolutely adorable. Her wide eyes stared at him like a baby deer and he could make out a sense of surprise in them. Slowly, she chewed her food and swallowing and happily, he expected an answer.
"Yes, Professor Wood. Now, let's finish our meal before it gets cold." With that, she turned her attention back to her food and the smile immediately disappeared from his face. The abrupt end to the ridiculously short conversation was a first experience for him and he was sure he didn't like it. A silent voice called out from his heart, "ouch..."