Blinded Love
Chapter 9: Burn for me
A/N: Wow almost another year since I've update. I promise to be faster this time. Sorry this chapter will be only a thousand words or so. Totally fluff this chapter.
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"Will you dance with me Hermione?" Asked Oliver coming out of the shadow's in nice black slacks and a white button up long sleeved shirt. Hermione didn't know weather to keep being mad at him, but a part of her melted at the effort and creativity Oliver had put into decorating her room. "It's beautiful.." She cooed to herself still mesmerized by the decore.

"Dance with me." This time it wasn't a question but a slight demand. Oliver swept her up behind her waist and turned her in his arms. "I'm not letting you go Hermione." He whispered huskily in her ears. His fingers twittered with the ring that was on Hermione's finger and soon he wiggled it off and tossed it to the ground. "Hermione, no matter what profession I am, I will always be here for you. No matter the rules." Hermione in took a deep breath and didn't say a word, she snuggled into his chest and danced to the music.
He sang the words softly into her ear,
"Tonight she'll give herself away ,she'll break apart all by herself, its so easy how we come undone, take me over when I'm gone, take me over make me strong."
He ran a hand down her back making her shiver into him. "Will you burn for me Hermione?" He asked, his voice husky and deep. He kissed her elbow and down her jaw line till he got to her lips. Softly he sucked on her bottom lip, messaging it with his tongue. Hermione moaned softly and opened her mouth to him. Bringing her arms around his neck she pulled herself closer.

Oliver's hand moved to the small of her back and held her tightly. "Hermione." He pulled away. "I don't want you to be mad at me over this. I don't know how I got this job, but I know it'll bring us closer together." He stroked her hair as he kissed her forehead. "Do you trust me Hermione? Please say you do. We can make this work." Hermione pulled away from him, holding her arms around herself as if for protection.

"Why do you think that? What's so special about me Oliver? You could have tons of girls out there more prettier, richer, more of a physique!" Oliver pushed his hand over her mouth.

"Because, you're more than any of those things combined. You are you, pure beauty is what you have. I know I screwed up Hermione, I may have rushed things, but this is how I really feel! If you wanted I'd give up Quidditch for you!" Hermione's brown eyes met his.

"I know." She whispered softly. "I know." He took her hand again and brought her into a dancing position. "But..maybe we should cool it for awhile?" She paused, "With you being a professor and all." Oliver shook his head. "If that really bother's you that much Hermione, I'm not going to do it. Besides, why would I want to teach a classroom of first year brats to fly? I think I don't have the patients for that." Hermione forced down a sarcastic snort.

"Oh but you have time to play a ruddy game of Quidditch and be hit in the head by things that could knock your teeth down your throat? I see how you are."

Oliver smirked, "You know me all too well, dear." He dimmed down the sparkles so the room was ill-lit with a lingering feeling. He smashed his mouth on her in a urgent kiss, his strong hands wrapped in her waves of hair pulled her deeper into his kiss. "It's almost dinner time." He whispered as he pulled away from her now swollen lips. Hermione let out a whimper of acknowledgement.

"Can we eat in my room tonight Oliver? I'll order up." Oliver nodded and kissed her forehead. "I have something I need to do first. Why don't you go on up I'll meet you in a bit." Hermione nodded and smiled into her goodbye kiss she gave him. As Oliver walked out she smoothed down her shirt and noted how good he looked in his clean cut clothing, instead of an oversized robe and Quidditch pants.

Hermione gathered up the sheets she had dropped in surprise at the beginning of the moment. Venturing out the door Hermione smiled to herself at the memory of the moment. "I'll burn for you Oliver." She whispered to the shadows which danced along with her as she walked the dark corridors up to the Head Girl's common room.

"Oliver? You here yet?" When no answer came she turned on the lights only find yet another surprise. Her room was now the replica of a romantic dinner scene. One lone table rest in the middle of the room, candles laid everywhere lit and burning. The soft smell of lavender flowed through out the room and Oliver was now dress in a nice suit and was holding a beautiful violet dress for Hermione. Hermione was shocked, first the beautiful apology room, now a dinner right out of a dime store romance novel.

"Join me for dinner?" He asked tilting her chin up with his fingers to give her a kiss. "But first, put this on." Hermione's cinnamon eyes were still locked on the essence of the room.

"I can't believe you went through all this Oliver. It's perfect." Hermione giggles like the school girl she was and softly touched the fabric of her dress that felt like the heaven of all materal. "Oh wow.." She murmured to herself. "It's so soft." Oliver laughed,

"Yeah, too bad it'll be on the floor." Hermione hit him on the bicep.

"Belt up!" She said and he smirked.

"I'm only joshing Hermione." he moved her closer to him and then pushed her towards the way of the bathroom. "Now go change." Hermione stuck her tongue out playfully and smiled as she shut the door to the bathroom.
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hah cliffy. What sweet moves are Oliver going to pull? Warning next chapter may contain a bit of hanky panky. J

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