AN: Before I get right down to the story, I would like to adress my readers, something that I haven't done in this story...ever, so here it goes:

titflo: Thank you for the compliment, I'm trying as hard as I can to keep them in character but it's a bit harder with Oliver since we've only seen him a few times in the movies/books and unfortunatly people always describe him as arrangant and people who have read a lot of H/O stories (including me) have possibly come to expect that but I'm trying to change that image. And about the Hermione Oliver interaction I hope I satisfy it in this chapter...at least for a bit.
bob: Well this is a simple response, thank you.
bananabright: Thank you, and I plan to continue but it's always nice to hear it
Tinas74: This is going to be semi long - 1.) What confused you, I can't fix my style if I don't know what's wrong now can I? 2.) I'm on a laptop so chapters seem longer to me, and most of them are 1-2 pages long, and if people like quantity more than quality well I might as well write the normal stuff, Hermione-man hating, Oliver-arrangant, kiss in second chapter, but I like to think my chapters mean more even if they might be a bit shorter, so deal. 3.) It's the third chapter you commented on, gimmie a break, it's hard to describe characters, even J.K. needed an entire book and contrary to popular belief, I don't have the time nor the finger/wrist strength. And I'm working on my whole 'she said' 'he said' 'he shrugged' and trying to get more in depth. Thank you for your critiques and they were much appreiciated, they brought be off my writing 'pedestal' so to speak.
titflo: (yes again, I noticed two comments thought I'd adress both and I'm just going through them in order) Thank you very much, I was going for the mysterious Hermione thing, I love mysteries and there's only about two other things I love about mysteries also, solving them (just call me Nancy Drew, btw, can't wait to get the next game!) and being a mystery. So thanks for the comment and tapping into the mystery that is adult Hermione.
MahoganySwirl: And I'm back on the pedestal! I love being part of C2's, I'm in two not counting the one you added me to, both for Charmed (hence the name and they were both piper/leo, but I stopped watching Charmed when they hit season 8, it was dumb, they should have left it where it was...rant over) and I feel very honered, thank you. And I love seeing a review happy about an update...by the way...nice stuffed animal.

Now: onto the story!

Too Long In The Rain
Chapter 6

It was another two weeks before Oliver talked to Hermione again, this time it was neither Hermione nor Oliver's doing, it was Fidelis's. One night Oliver was sleeping in his room when he heard a loud 'roar' and he recognized it as Fidelis's and looked at the clock "It's 4:30 in the morning…something must be wrong" he thought before quickly getting up going into his common room and looking at the picture frame where Fidelis was standing.

"What is it?" Asked Oliver.

"She's having a dream, this one is the worst one she's ever had, I can't wake her up, you need to." He said and this was an uncommon moment where Fidelis looked almost desperate.

"She doesn't want my help." Oliver said trying to keep the concern from his voice.

"But she needs it, please Oliver." Said Fidelis and Oliver finally subdued to his worries and ran out of his room and met Fidelis at his portrait, Fidelis swung open and Oliver finally heard her screams as he ran over to her bed, she was tossing and turning. He crouched down to her level then he started shaking her saying her name over and over.

Hermione gasped and sat up in bed; she was pale and dripping with sweat as she looked over at Oliver, as she spoke her voice involuntarily shook," What are you doing here?"

"Fidelis heard you screaming and-" He started but she cut him off by asking something he did not expect.

"Why didn't he wake me up?"

He looked at her then answered by saying," He said he couldn't."

She nodded a bit and looked down at her hands and said quietly," Thank you Oliver."

He blinked then replied," You're welcome."

She looked over at him then said," Well…goodnight." With that she turned onto her side her back facing him and she expected him to go away but he didn't, wouldn't.

"Hermione." He said softly and touched her shoulder making her sit back up and move away. "Are you afraid of me?" He asked incredulously.

"Of course not." She replied defensively then said," I just don't like people in my room at night in the dark."

He shrugged and turned on the light making her shield her eyes before she got used to it," There, no more darkness."

She sighed before getting up and said," Give me a moment." He nodded and pulled a footstool over and sat on it waiting for her.

She got into the shower trying to wash off the nightmare and got out quickly and put on some makeup hiding the dark spots underneath her eyes then walked out in her teacher's robes again. She walked closer to him but kept a decent amount of space between them. Oliver gestured towards a seat and asked," Aren't you going to sit down?"

Hermione shook her head," It's almost time for me to go down for breakfast anyway."

Oliver hesitated then nodded and suddenly asked," Why couldn't I hear you screaming?"

Hermione winced a bit and then asked," How could you anyway?"

"My room is right next door." He explained then waited for her to.

"Oh, I uh, I cast a spell that sound proofs this room, I can hear things outside but no one can hear things in here." She said and Oliver raised his eyebrows.

"Now why in the world would you do that?"

"Listen it's getting late you should go get ready for cla-" Oliver took this chance to cut in.

"How many of these dreams have you had before?"

"I don't know what-"

"I know you've had them before, how many times?"

"I'm not sure."

"What are they about?"

"I forget them after I wake up."

"You're lying."

Hermione had finally had enough," I've been called quite a great deal of things in my life Mister Wood, bookworm, know-it-all, mudblood and many others I do not wish to say in the company of others, but never a liar. Yes I've had these dreams before, how many times, I've lost count, and I have no idea what they're about, all I know is that I wake up screaming or crying or just plain terrified." She took a breath and looked at Oliver who was dumbstruck. She shook her head and walked out of the room accio-ing her journal and briefcase. Oliver looked down at his hands and sighed.