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A/N: Grrr... I didn't post this in time for my b-day. Anyway, I finally got my lazy behind into a chair and typed this up. Hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 4: Hogsmeade Part 1: The Birth of a Conspiracy
"All right, so we have everything we need, right?" Hermione asked as she looked through the different shop windows that she passed. She then shifted her gaze to the cauldron full of ingredients that she carried in front of her, occasionally having the metal bang on her knee. She was extremely grateful that it was Severus she was 'shopping' with because he'd been extremely patient during her hour in the Flourish and Blotts... and the fact that he is now carrying a stack of her new books that reached his chin. She was always glad that he's a gentleman at heart.
"Yes, that is definitely everything and if it's not, then too bad," the Potions Master's voice sounded as he struggled with the ridiculous amount of books. "There is something that I'd like to speak to you about, Hermione." He paused and felt the mediwitch's gaze on him before he continued. "It's about Oliver-"
"Oh my God, Oliver Wood!" she cut him off in an alarming voice.
"Yes, that Oliver, now I know that he-" he stopped when he realized that his companion and crossed around him and hid on the other side of him. He could faintly catch her muttering, 'walk, just walk,' and feel her tugging at his sleeve. Her impatience paid its toll because with a strong heave, she pulled his arms from under the books and the usually graceful professor fell over the heap of texts now lying on the pavement. He had expected her to stop and help him up, but that offering hand never came and glancing up, he saw her continue speed walking.
He looked a little closer and noticed exactly why she was running like a hungry baby cheetah, right behind her, having just came out of the Quality Quidditch Supplies, was their own flying instructor, Oliver Wood. "They're going to be the death of me..." the unfortunate Potion Master muttered before gathering his books and following in his tracks, hoping to rescue Hermione. 'However, it seems more likely that Wood will be the victim.' He thought with a shudder as he remembered their little potion making session.
* * *
She knew it was rude to just leave the eternally chivalrous Severus Snape behind in an embarrassing heap, but she just could not believe her luck! One minute she's walking down the street, content with intelligent company, new books, and all the potions ingredients she needs and the next, disaster hits. A specific disaster named Oliver Wood. When she saw him through the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies, she knew she had to get out of there fast, even worse when she saw him wave at her enthusiastically.
So her plan of escape didn't exactly turn out very well, can't blame a girl for trying. Of course, revenge is always sweet. When he tapped her shoulder to capture her attention, she spun around quickly enough for the metal cauldron to hit his thigh. She seemed to realize that no matter how much pain she tried to inflict on him, he never screamed. It would be an admirable quality, seeing as how that shows the grand Gryffindor bravery and pride. However, this is Oliver Wood we're talking about, so apparently she hates that little detail like everything else about him. "Why, Professor Wood, isn't this a pleasant surprise?" she faked an innocent smile and said in a sugar coated voice.
Oliver's face was still twisted in a wince when he tried to respond. "Yes, fancy meeting you here, Hermio- Madame Granger." If he wasn't in the presence of a lady, he would be yelling out a string of very colorful curses. He still must admit though, if she wasn't sickeningly fake about her smile, she would have looked gorgeous. "So, where are you off to? Didn't you say you came with Severus?"
Since he hadn't done anything yet, she had to act civil. She wasn't going to be the barbarian to start the silly bickering that will inevitably take place. She found that his usual grin had replaced the wince on his face and he was once again back to his disgustingly handsome self. Suppressing a scowl somehow, she answered him politely. "Well, I was just going to sit at the Three Broomsticks and wait for him to catch up."
"Well then, I'll accompany you," he said as he gallantly raised his arm in the direction down the street.
"You really don't have to-"
"I insist." She sighed, knowing that there was no way he would leave her alone. So off she went towards the direction of the famous hangout in Hogsmeade. As she stomped off, she couldn't help but think, 'men are just so slow.'
* * *
Professor Dumbledore was just beginning to get bored as Professor Flitwick explained the intricate details to a specific charm that he was teaching his seventh year advanced class when something by the door caught his eye. He quickly put his index finger to his lip as his blue eyes, twinkling with mischief, pointed toward the young man and woman walking in. All Professor McGonagall could do was shake her head at his childish behavior. However, this was the only way he kept life in Hogwarts interesting year after year.
Professor Flitwick was just about to wave his hand and call the two over when Dumbledore quickly grabbed his hand and pulled it back under the table and then immediately used his handy putter outer to darken the light above them, allowing the darkness to serve as their own invisibility cloak. He could tell that Hermione was desperately searching for companionship, at least other than her current, popular companion. Immediately, the two professors caught on.
"Do you really think that's such a good idea, Albus?" Minerva whispered as she stared at Hermione finally sitting down at a booth with a girlish pout on her face. That's another side of her favorite student that she'd never seen before. "We both know that she is such an independent person and would be furious if she found out that we would even consider-"
"There is no doubt that she is a very independent person, which is all the more reason why we should do this. She will never find anyone compatible for her without a little push from outsiders. Now, we want Hermione to be happy, don't we? Besides, Oliver is quite the perfect match, in my opinion," Albus said, still observing the young couple intently. Now, they both looked extremely uncomfortable, with Hermione constantly looking at the door and Oliver finding the pattern of the wooden table extremely interesting.
"I completely agree. The girl needs to have some fun, Minerva. They were both such excellent students. All right, Albus, I pledge my allegiance to this mission. If you ever need me to charm up a romantic location or situation, you've got me." Flitwick said excitedly as he smiled broadly, deepening the wrinkles around his eyes.
"Minerva?" Dumbledore asked his longtime companion, having no doubt that he could sway her position.
The Deputy Headmistress looked from the Headmaster to the young couple a few times before sighing and shaking her head. "I guess I don't really have a choice," she paused to see the excited reaction from Flitwick and Dumble. "Boys will be boys," she muttered as she adjusted her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. She looked at the two sitting there and couldn't help but admit that they made quite a dashing couple. 'Maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all...' she thought with a wry smile.
A/N: Grrr... I didn't post this in time for my b-day. Anyway, I finally got my lazy behind into a chair and typed this up. Hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 4: Hogsmeade Part 1: The Birth of a Conspiracy
"All right, so we have everything we need, right?" Hermione asked as she looked through the different shop windows that she passed. She then shifted her gaze to the cauldron full of ingredients that she carried in front of her, occasionally having the metal bang on her knee. She was extremely grateful that it was Severus she was 'shopping' with because he'd been extremely patient during her hour in the Flourish and Blotts... and the fact that he is now carrying a stack of her new books that reached his chin. She was always glad that he's a gentleman at heart.
"Yes, that is definitely everything and if it's not, then too bad," the Potions Master's voice sounded as he struggled with the ridiculous amount of books. "There is something that I'd like to speak to you about, Hermione." He paused and felt the mediwitch's gaze on him before he continued. "It's about Oliver-"
"Oh my God, Oliver Wood!" she cut him off in an alarming voice.
"Yes, that Oliver, now I know that he-" he stopped when he realized that his companion and crossed around him and hid on the other side of him. He could faintly catch her muttering, 'walk, just walk,' and feel her tugging at his sleeve. Her impatience paid its toll because with a strong heave, she pulled his arms from under the books and the usually graceful professor fell over the heap of texts now lying on the pavement. He had expected her to stop and help him up, but that offering hand never came and glancing up, he saw her continue speed walking.
He looked a little closer and noticed exactly why she was running like a hungry baby cheetah, right behind her, having just came out of the Quality Quidditch Supplies, was their own flying instructor, Oliver Wood. "They're going to be the death of me..." the unfortunate Potion Master muttered before gathering his books and following in his tracks, hoping to rescue Hermione. 'However, it seems more likely that Wood will be the victim.' He thought with a shudder as he remembered their little potion making session.
* * *
She knew it was rude to just leave the eternally chivalrous Severus Snape behind in an embarrassing heap, but she just could not believe her luck! One minute she's walking down the street, content with intelligent company, new books, and all the potions ingredients she needs and the next, disaster hits. A specific disaster named Oliver Wood. When she saw him through the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies, she knew she had to get out of there fast, even worse when she saw him wave at her enthusiastically.
So her plan of escape didn't exactly turn out very well, can't blame a girl for trying. Of course, revenge is always sweet. When he tapped her shoulder to capture her attention, she spun around quickly enough for the metal cauldron to hit his thigh. She seemed to realize that no matter how much pain she tried to inflict on him, he never screamed. It would be an admirable quality, seeing as how that shows the grand Gryffindor bravery and pride. However, this is Oliver Wood we're talking about, so apparently she hates that little detail like everything else about him. "Why, Professor Wood, isn't this a pleasant surprise?" she faked an innocent smile and said in a sugar coated voice.
Oliver's face was still twisted in a wince when he tried to respond. "Yes, fancy meeting you here, Hermio- Madame Granger." If he wasn't in the presence of a lady, he would be yelling out a string of very colorful curses. He still must admit though, if she wasn't sickeningly fake about her smile, she would have looked gorgeous. "So, where are you off to? Didn't you say you came with Severus?"
Since he hadn't done anything yet, she had to act civil. She wasn't going to be the barbarian to start the silly bickering that will inevitably take place. She found that his usual grin had replaced the wince on his face and he was once again back to his disgustingly handsome self. Suppressing a scowl somehow, she answered him politely. "Well, I was just going to sit at the Three Broomsticks and wait for him to catch up."
"Well then, I'll accompany you," he said as he gallantly raised his arm in the direction down the street.
"You really don't have to-"
"I insist." She sighed, knowing that there was no way he would leave her alone. So off she went towards the direction of the famous hangout in Hogsmeade. As she stomped off, she couldn't help but think, 'men are just so slow.'
* * *
Professor Dumbledore was just beginning to get bored as Professor Flitwick explained the intricate details to a specific charm that he was teaching his seventh year advanced class when something by the door caught his eye. He quickly put his index finger to his lip as his blue eyes, twinkling with mischief, pointed toward the young man and woman walking in. All Professor McGonagall could do was shake her head at his childish behavior. However, this was the only way he kept life in Hogwarts interesting year after year.
Professor Flitwick was just about to wave his hand and call the two over when Dumbledore quickly grabbed his hand and pulled it back under the table and then immediately used his handy putter outer to darken the light above them, allowing the darkness to serve as their own invisibility cloak. He could tell that Hermione was desperately searching for companionship, at least other than her current, popular companion. Immediately, the two professors caught on.
"Do you really think that's such a good idea, Albus?" Minerva whispered as she stared at Hermione finally sitting down at a booth with a girlish pout on her face. That's another side of her favorite student that she'd never seen before. "We both know that she is such an independent person and would be furious if she found out that we would even consider-"
"There is no doubt that she is a very independent person, which is all the more reason why we should do this. She will never find anyone compatible for her without a little push from outsiders. Now, we want Hermione to be happy, don't we? Besides, Oliver is quite the perfect match, in my opinion," Albus said, still observing the young couple intently. Now, they both looked extremely uncomfortable, with Hermione constantly looking at the door and Oliver finding the pattern of the wooden table extremely interesting.
"I completely agree. The girl needs to have some fun, Minerva. They were both such excellent students. All right, Albus, I pledge my allegiance to this mission. If you ever need me to charm up a romantic location or situation, you've got me." Flitwick said excitedly as he smiled broadly, deepening the wrinkles around his eyes.
"Minerva?" Dumbledore asked his longtime companion, having no doubt that he could sway her position.
The Deputy Headmistress looked from the Headmaster to the young couple a few times before sighing and shaking her head. "I guess I don't really have a choice," she paused to see the excited reaction from Flitwick and Dumble. "Boys will be boys," she muttered as she adjusted her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. She looked at the two sitting there and couldn't help but admit that they made quite a dashing couple. 'Maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all...' she thought with a wry smile.