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A/N: Hey, guys, me again! All right, first things first. I fixed my settings so now you don't need to sign in to review. I know that can definitely be a pain in the butt and had absolutely no idea that it was set to that so my apologies! As you may have figured out from chapter 1, this is an Oliver/Hermione fic. For some reason, I can really see this couple working out. Anyway pleeeeease review! Pretty please with whipped cream and a cherry on top?
Who Do You Think You Are?
By MissGranger
Chapter 2: The Perfect Way to Start a Day
It was a sunny morning at Hogwarts where birds could be heard singing their songs and not a cloud appeared in the sky. At the Quiddich field, a few players adorning the Gryffindor uniform laughed as the game ensued and the quaffle traveled through the air, the snitch fluttered around without anyone noticing. The Gryffindor team practices were always something that the players looked forward to every weekend. It was relaxing, fun, and it helps their chances of beating Slytherin in the next game. As the breeze blew across the field and the long blades of grass swayed to its gentle push, it completed the picture of a perfect morning. It's just one of those days where you want to get up early to go for a walk and smell the roses. The wind carries the sound of carefree laughter and...
"Oliver Wood!" a loud cry cut through the peaceful scenery and everyone froze, even the flying bludgers stopped, fearing the angry voice that was headed towards their direction. Now who could it be that destroyed this little, as muggles say, Kodak moment? Why, none other than our favorite mediwitch, Hermione Granger. All the students were surprised when they saw the brunette storm across the field towards their flying instructor. The usually calm and composed Madam Granger had a furious blush on her face and bits of her hair escaped her hairclip and flew behind her. Finding her in such an infuriated state was almost as rare as seeing a troll dance around the school naked. However, the students have noticed that since the new flying instructor has arrived, that scowl on her face appeared more and more often.
She came to a stop finally right under Professor Wood, who was currently holding on to a quaffle, and cranked her neck to look up. Raising one hand above her eyes to block out the sun, she used the other hand to point firmly at the ground. "You don't expect me to talk to you like this the whole time, do you?" she demanded.
It may be twisted, but our Professor Wood always got a kick out of seeing her flustered and angry. So, with a chuckle, he performed a few spins in the air and he could see and hear a few of the female students swooning over him. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he could see Hermione rolling her eyes and raise an eyebrow at him. The smile immediately disappeared from his face and he flew back to the ground and prepared for business. She had that effect on people when she demanded it and to be honest, he's often scared of her like a prankster is of a strict professor. "Y-You wanted to talk, Madam Granger?"
"Yes, it is in regards to Cassie. I remember specifically giving her instructions saying that she is not to be on a broom for at least a week. Although I can fix torn ligaments easily, they may have hazardous long term effects if they are not treated properly. Now what is this I hear about you granting her permission to practice yesterday?" Her tone seemed almost threatening and daring him to say yes. The glare in her eyes only matched her voice too well.
"Yes, ma'am," Oliver joked at her gloominess. When he saw that she was in no joking mood, his gaze snapped back at his feet. With a deep breath, he looked up and regained his confidence as a professor. "Cassie... Cassie..." he muttered the name as he tried to put a face to the name. "You mean, Cassidy Roberts, the Hufflepuff chaser, right?" At her nod, he continued. "Well, don't you think it's a bit cruel to not let them practice? Especially since they have a game tomorrow? Without their practiced chaser, they will be mercilessly slaughtered by the Ravenclaw team. Think about it, Hermion-" he caught himself before he said her first name. Well, her sudden glare helped as a reminder. He distinctly remembered the last time he addressed her by her first name, it wasn't pretty. "Madam Granger, the Hufflepuff need this win if they want to even have a chance at the cup."
"I understand very well how excessively important the Quidditch Cup is to the students. Still, their health should come first. I hope that this won't happen again." She was satisfied with a nod from her colleague before she continued. "And another, Professor, I really think you ought to stop showing off your professional tricks in front of the students. Once they've picked their role models, they foolishly try to do everything they see are done. If there are any more injuries of students who are trying to be the amazing Oliver Wood, you'll be hearing from me again." Hermione was proud of the way she was handling this situation. She took pride in her job and how well it's done and she will not have some pompous, insane ex- professional quidditch player hurt any of her students.
She was waiting patiently for a response and unfortunately, she wasn't exactly happy with the one she received. "Well then I guess I will have to practice my moves even more if I want to hear from you. Maybe over a butterbeer?"
Her jaw practically dropped to the floor at his flirtatious remark and the scary, over-protective mediwitch came out of her pretty shell. "Do you realize how serious this is? Kids can really get hurt trying to do those moves of yours, especially since they are professional players. Not to mention the number of first years who practically idolize you and-"
"I was just kidding," he interrupted her in the middle of her rant. Honestly, he could not understand this woman. Couldn't she take a little joke? Besides, any other witch would have eagerly accepted his invitation, even just to be seen with a celebrity. He had this nagging feeling that he would never figure her out and for one reason or another, it really bothered him. "You don't get out much, do you?" The minute those words came out of his mouth, he knew he'd made a huge mistake.
"Well, that little... joke of yours was distasteful and certainly not funny. Also, for your information, I absolutely know how to have a little fun during my breaks. In fact, Severus and I are going on the next Hogsmeade trip together to shop for potion ingredients and then have a butterbeer or two. We were going to invite you, but now I am really second guessing my decision. Now if you'll excuse me, unlike some professors, I cannot afford to waste my time flying around." She was just going to make her exit with that insult when she turned around. "By the way, if you're going to favor the Gryffindor house, you can at least not make it so obvious! Be a little professional for Merlin's sake!" With that, she stalked off, leaving a very confused flying instructor.
Oliver must have stood there for at least two minutes, just frozen and staring after her. He could barely pick out a few points from the string of insults that were just thrown at him. He figured out a few things though. Apparently, she doesn't like to be asked out, which is highly unusual in a woman. She can't take a joke. She would call Severus Snape by his first name, but rather choke on rat tonic than call him simply Oliver. To be honest, he found it highly amusing that she was bragging about her little potions shopping trip with Snape. It's not exactly an honor to go out with that greasy git of a potions master, to him at least. What could he have said? I hope you girls have a wonderful time? "Oy, Kevin! Is Madam Granger usually like this?" he looked up and asked the new Gryffindor seeker, who was carefully scrutinizing the air for the tiny golden ball.
"No, actually she is usually very pleasant. One of the most popular on the staff, in fact. Always have a bowl of sweets for her patients, or random students who just like to drop by her office and hang out. I reckon you just got on her bad side because I have never seen her like that. You must admit though, she's gorgeous even when she's angry like that." The minute he finished his sentence, he cut through the air on his Nimbus 2010 and reached desperately for the seemingly invisible snitch.
"Don't say that about a member of the staff!" He called out after the seeker. He must admit, somewhere inside that Quidditch-filled mind of his, a voice silently agreed with his student. 'Yea, if you can get pass that infuriating personality!' Remembering the unusual encounter he had just now, he yelled again,"Oh yea, and watch out! If you fall off and get an injury, she'll have my neck!"
A/N: Hey, guys, me again! All right, first things first. I fixed my settings so now you don't need to sign in to review. I know that can definitely be a pain in the butt and had absolutely no idea that it was set to that so my apologies! As you may have figured out from chapter 1, this is an Oliver/Hermione fic. For some reason, I can really see this couple working out. Anyway pleeeeease review! Pretty please with whipped cream and a cherry on top?
Who Do You Think You Are?
By MissGranger
Chapter 2: The Perfect Way to Start a Day
It was a sunny morning at Hogwarts where birds could be heard singing their songs and not a cloud appeared in the sky. At the Quiddich field, a few players adorning the Gryffindor uniform laughed as the game ensued and the quaffle traveled through the air, the snitch fluttered around without anyone noticing. The Gryffindor team practices were always something that the players looked forward to every weekend. It was relaxing, fun, and it helps their chances of beating Slytherin in the next game. As the breeze blew across the field and the long blades of grass swayed to its gentle push, it completed the picture of a perfect morning. It's just one of those days where you want to get up early to go for a walk and smell the roses. The wind carries the sound of carefree laughter and...
"Oliver Wood!" a loud cry cut through the peaceful scenery and everyone froze, even the flying bludgers stopped, fearing the angry voice that was headed towards their direction. Now who could it be that destroyed this little, as muggles say, Kodak moment? Why, none other than our favorite mediwitch, Hermione Granger. All the students were surprised when they saw the brunette storm across the field towards their flying instructor. The usually calm and composed Madam Granger had a furious blush on her face and bits of her hair escaped her hairclip and flew behind her. Finding her in such an infuriated state was almost as rare as seeing a troll dance around the school naked. However, the students have noticed that since the new flying instructor has arrived, that scowl on her face appeared more and more often.
She came to a stop finally right under Professor Wood, who was currently holding on to a quaffle, and cranked her neck to look up. Raising one hand above her eyes to block out the sun, she used the other hand to point firmly at the ground. "You don't expect me to talk to you like this the whole time, do you?" she demanded.
It may be twisted, but our Professor Wood always got a kick out of seeing her flustered and angry. So, with a chuckle, he performed a few spins in the air and he could see and hear a few of the female students swooning over him. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he could see Hermione rolling her eyes and raise an eyebrow at him. The smile immediately disappeared from his face and he flew back to the ground and prepared for business. She had that effect on people when she demanded it and to be honest, he's often scared of her like a prankster is of a strict professor. "Y-You wanted to talk, Madam Granger?"
"Yes, it is in regards to Cassie. I remember specifically giving her instructions saying that she is not to be on a broom for at least a week. Although I can fix torn ligaments easily, they may have hazardous long term effects if they are not treated properly. Now what is this I hear about you granting her permission to practice yesterday?" Her tone seemed almost threatening and daring him to say yes. The glare in her eyes only matched her voice too well.
"Yes, ma'am," Oliver joked at her gloominess. When he saw that she was in no joking mood, his gaze snapped back at his feet. With a deep breath, he looked up and regained his confidence as a professor. "Cassie... Cassie..." he muttered the name as he tried to put a face to the name. "You mean, Cassidy Roberts, the Hufflepuff chaser, right?" At her nod, he continued. "Well, don't you think it's a bit cruel to not let them practice? Especially since they have a game tomorrow? Without their practiced chaser, they will be mercilessly slaughtered by the Ravenclaw team. Think about it, Hermion-" he caught himself before he said her first name. Well, her sudden glare helped as a reminder. He distinctly remembered the last time he addressed her by her first name, it wasn't pretty. "Madam Granger, the Hufflepuff need this win if they want to even have a chance at the cup."
"I understand very well how excessively important the Quidditch Cup is to the students. Still, their health should come first. I hope that this won't happen again." She was satisfied with a nod from her colleague before she continued. "And another, Professor, I really think you ought to stop showing off your professional tricks in front of the students. Once they've picked their role models, they foolishly try to do everything they see are done. If there are any more injuries of students who are trying to be the amazing Oliver Wood, you'll be hearing from me again." Hermione was proud of the way she was handling this situation. She took pride in her job and how well it's done and she will not have some pompous, insane ex- professional quidditch player hurt any of her students.
She was waiting patiently for a response and unfortunately, she wasn't exactly happy with the one she received. "Well then I guess I will have to practice my moves even more if I want to hear from you. Maybe over a butterbeer?"
Her jaw practically dropped to the floor at his flirtatious remark and the scary, over-protective mediwitch came out of her pretty shell. "Do you realize how serious this is? Kids can really get hurt trying to do those moves of yours, especially since they are professional players. Not to mention the number of first years who practically idolize you and-"
"I was just kidding," he interrupted her in the middle of her rant. Honestly, he could not understand this woman. Couldn't she take a little joke? Besides, any other witch would have eagerly accepted his invitation, even just to be seen with a celebrity. He had this nagging feeling that he would never figure her out and for one reason or another, it really bothered him. "You don't get out much, do you?" The minute those words came out of his mouth, he knew he'd made a huge mistake.
"Well, that little... joke of yours was distasteful and certainly not funny. Also, for your information, I absolutely know how to have a little fun during my breaks. In fact, Severus and I are going on the next Hogsmeade trip together to shop for potion ingredients and then have a butterbeer or two. We were going to invite you, but now I am really second guessing my decision. Now if you'll excuse me, unlike some professors, I cannot afford to waste my time flying around." She was just going to make her exit with that insult when she turned around. "By the way, if you're going to favor the Gryffindor house, you can at least not make it so obvious! Be a little professional for Merlin's sake!" With that, she stalked off, leaving a very confused flying instructor.
Oliver must have stood there for at least two minutes, just frozen and staring after her. He could barely pick out a few points from the string of insults that were just thrown at him. He figured out a few things though. Apparently, she doesn't like to be asked out, which is highly unusual in a woman. She can't take a joke. She would call Severus Snape by his first name, but rather choke on rat tonic than call him simply Oliver. To be honest, he found it highly amusing that she was bragging about her little potions shopping trip with Snape. It's not exactly an honor to go out with that greasy git of a potions master, to him at least. What could he have said? I hope you girls have a wonderful time? "Oy, Kevin! Is Madam Granger usually like this?" he looked up and asked the new Gryffindor seeker, who was carefully scrutinizing the air for the tiny golden ball.
"No, actually she is usually very pleasant. One of the most popular on the staff, in fact. Always have a bowl of sweets for her patients, or random students who just like to drop by her office and hang out. I reckon you just got on her bad side because I have never seen her like that. You must admit though, she's gorgeous even when she's angry like that." The minute he finished his sentence, he cut through the air on his Nimbus 2010 and reached desperately for the seemingly invisible snitch.
"Don't say that about a member of the staff!" He called out after the seeker. He must admit, somewhere inside that Quidditch-filled mind of his, a voice silently agreed with his student. 'Yea, if you can get pass that infuriating personality!' Remembering the unusual encounter he had just now, he yelled again,"Oh yea, and watch out! If you fall off and get an injury, she'll have my neck!"