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She kissed him.
Not a peck.
Not a gentle kiss.
Not a friendly gesture.
A kiss that is normally shared between a couple that has dated for a while.
He broke it off, gasping for air.
"We're moving too fast." He said.
"You're right. I'm sorry," she apologized.
"It's okay," he said.
She stood up.
"I should be going." She said.
"Yeah, it's late." He said.
"Oh, by the way, when's your birthday? You never told me before." Oliver asked.
"I turned eighteen a couple days ago." She said.
"Um, well.... good night." She gave him a peck on the cheek and walked out.
She was walking towards the Three Broomsticks to Floo home when she heard him holler, "Good night, Hermione Granger!"
She looked up at him and blew a kiss.
She waved and he muttered to himself, "She is falling in love with me."
She muttered, "He's going to wish he were never born,"
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Oliver woke up and remembered the night before.
Who knew bookworm Granger could be so vulnerable? Oliver thought.
He began cleaning his apartment and noticed her little handbag on the table.
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"YOU LEFT YOUR HANDBAG!?" screeched Lavender.
"Shut it, Lav! I left it on purpose," grinned Hermione.
"Why?" asked Parvati.
"Well, yesterday..."
***Yesterday***
"Special mail delivery to Hermione Granger!" called a dwarf.
'I hate dwarves,' thought Hermione.
"I'm Hermione," said Hermione.
The dwarf handed her a letter that was in a, orange envelope and it had Rons' messy handwriting on it.
Dear Hermione,
As you know, Chudley Cannons excepted me and our first game is tonight.
Two tickets to the game are enclosed.
PLEASE COME, MIONE!
Ron
***End Flashback***
"What's the seating?" asked Parvati, who had come to liking Quidditch.
"Top box!" Hermione smiled.
"I still don't see why you left your purse," said Lavender.
Parvati groaned and shook her head, but Hermione tutted.
"Lavender, Lavender, Lavender! Don't you see? Oliver is a Quidditch nut, and the tickets have been sold out for weeks! There is NO WAY he could have gotten tickets in time. And it Bulgaria versus the Cannons!" said Hermione.
It slowly dawned on Lavender then she said "Oh! OH! OH!!!!"
"AND SO THERE IS HOPE FOR LAVENDER BROWN!" cried Parvati jokingly.
Hermione laughed.
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"Maybe she LEFT your purse there so you WOULD look through it!" said Fred Weasley.
"Yea!" agreed George Weasley.
"No. She probably left it there by accident," said Oliver.
"Accident? An accident is messing with Ginny Weasley cause she's mummy's girl," said Fred.
"Nah," said Oliver.
"JUST OPEN THE FRIGGIN' PURSE!" yelled George.
A few girls who were peaking through the window looking at Oliver yelped.
Oliver started changing shirts and noticed the girls staring.
"Why hello!" he said waving cheerfully and giving a winning smile.
The girls sighed.
Fred shook his head and George snickered.
Fred gave a goofy grin and said, "What if we just knock the purse over while it's open so the stuff will fall out?"
Before anybody could answer, Fred and George lunged at the handbag, causing the contents to sprawl all over the floor.
"What is THAT?" George held up a tube of mascara.
"Dunno....AAAAAAAH!" Fred picked up a tampon.
"I...I head mum and Gin---talking about these tampon things...!" Fred looked like somebody just shoved a picture of Serverus Snape naked in his face.
George ignored him and began tapping Oliver on the arm.
"QUIDDITCH TICKETS FOR TONIGHTS GAME!! Ronniekins must've given them to her," said George.
Without another word, Oliver threw some Floo powder in the fireplace and shouted, "HERMIONE GRANGERS OFFICE!"
He didn't step in though.
Hermiones' face appeared in the flames.
"Hello, Oliver," she said brightly.
Lavender and Parvati were on the side, snickering.
"You left your purse at my apartment last night," said Oliver lazily.
"Oh, did I?" giggled Hermione.
"Yeah. It fell off my desk and I noticed you got tickets to tonight's game," said Oliver.
"I do," Hermione nodded.
"So---"
"Would you like to go to tonight's game with me?" asked Hermione.
Oliver grinned.
"Love to. I'll pick you up at 5:00." Oliver said.
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Bulgaria had 200 and the Cannons had 210.
The game has been going on for two hours.
"HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT SIGHT OF THE SNITCH!" announced Lee Jordan.
"Oliver, I'm thirsty. Can you go get me a drink?" Hermione asked.
Oliver nodded and ran very fast.
"FizzSprites. Large!" Oliver panted.
He paid and ran back to his seat.
"Ahh!!! NO! It's not DIET! Olie Wolie Wolie Wolie, pweaze!!" sounding like a baby, it was hard for Oliver to refuse.
He ran back.
"Diet FizzSprites! LARGE!" panted Oliver.
"Diet LizzArts?" the counter repeated.
"No, diet FizzSprites!" said Oliver.
"Dats wud AH ped!" the counter man said.
"Bah, whatever! JUST GIVE ME THE DRINK!" Oliver said.
By time Oliver got the drink, everybody was leaving the stadium.
Cannons won by 160 points.
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"I can't believe you did that, Hermione!" said Lavender once Hermione told her and Parvati what happened the night before.
"You know how much Oliver loves Quidditch!" Parvati sniggered.
"Exactly," said Hermione innocently.
The three girls laughed.
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"That's just EVIL!" said Fred.
"SICK!" George said.
"And just plain wrong!" Oliver added.
"What's that?" asked Fred, pointing to a cell-phone.
"Hermione told me to but one. Says it'll be easier for us to 'talk'." Oliver smirked.
Just then it rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Olie Wolie Wolie Wolie Wolie!" said Hermione.
Parvati and Lavender shoved their fists into their mouths to contain their laughter.
"Wanna have dinner again?" asked Oliver.
"My place," he added slyly.
"OH! I'd love to," said Hermione.
"Good," he said.
"Come over at 6:00, ok?" he said.
"Sure thing," she replied.
They both hung up.
"A date. HIS place," smirked Hermione.
Lavender and Parvati grinned.
"What are you gonna do?" asked Parvati.
"Reorganize," said Hermione.
"O....k..?" Lavender said.
"With girly stuff. And as for his bathroom..." Hermione grinned.
"Feminine products?" Parvati offered.
Hermione nodded and laughed.
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aaahhhh so much fun writing this! R/R!
I LOVE YOU ALL!
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Previous:
She kissed him.
Not a peck.
Not a gentle kiss.
Not a friendly gesture.
A kiss that is normally shared between a couple that has dated for a while.
He broke it off, gasping for air.
"We're moving too fast." He said.
"You're right. I'm sorry," she apologized.
"It's okay," he said.
She stood up.
"I should be going." She said.
"Yeah, it's late." He said.
"Oh, by the way, when's your birthday? You never told me before." Oliver asked.
"I turned eighteen a couple days ago." She said.
"Um, well.... good night." She gave him a peck on the cheek and walked out.
She was walking towards the Three Broomsticks to Floo home when she heard him holler, "Good night, Hermione Granger!"
She looked up at him and blew a kiss.
She waved and he muttered to himself, "She is falling in love with me."
She muttered, "He's going to wish he were never born,"
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Oliver woke up and remembered the night before.
Who knew bookworm Granger could be so vulnerable? Oliver thought.
He began cleaning his apartment and noticed her little handbag on the table.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
"YOU LEFT YOUR HANDBAG!?" screeched Lavender.
"Shut it, Lav! I left it on purpose," grinned Hermione.
"Why?" asked Parvati.
"Well, yesterday..."
***Yesterday***
"Special mail delivery to Hermione Granger!" called a dwarf.
'I hate dwarves,' thought Hermione.
"I'm Hermione," said Hermione.
The dwarf handed her a letter that was in a, orange envelope and it had Rons' messy handwriting on it.
Dear Hermione,
As you know, Chudley Cannons excepted me and our first game is tonight.
Two tickets to the game are enclosed.
PLEASE COME, MIONE!
Ron
***End Flashback***
"What's the seating?" asked Parvati, who had come to liking Quidditch.
"Top box!" Hermione smiled.
"I still don't see why you left your purse," said Lavender.
Parvati groaned and shook her head, but Hermione tutted.
"Lavender, Lavender, Lavender! Don't you see? Oliver is a Quidditch nut, and the tickets have been sold out for weeks! There is NO WAY he could have gotten tickets in time. And it Bulgaria versus the Cannons!" said Hermione.
It slowly dawned on Lavender then she said "Oh! OH! OH!!!!"
"AND SO THERE IS HOPE FOR LAVENDER BROWN!" cried Parvati jokingly.
Hermione laughed.
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"Maybe she LEFT your purse there so you WOULD look through it!" said Fred Weasley.
"Yea!" agreed George Weasley.
"No. She probably left it there by accident," said Oliver.
"Accident? An accident is messing with Ginny Weasley cause she's mummy's girl," said Fred.
"Nah," said Oliver.
"JUST OPEN THE FRIGGIN' PURSE!" yelled George.
A few girls who were peaking through the window looking at Oliver yelped.
Oliver started changing shirts and noticed the girls staring.
"Why hello!" he said waving cheerfully and giving a winning smile.
The girls sighed.
Fred shook his head and George snickered.
Fred gave a goofy grin and said, "What if we just knock the purse over while it's open so the stuff will fall out?"
Before anybody could answer, Fred and George lunged at the handbag, causing the contents to sprawl all over the floor.
"What is THAT?" George held up a tube of mascara.
"Dunno....AAAAAAAH!" Fred picked up a tampon.
"I...I head mum and Gin---talking about these tampon things...!" Fred looked like somebody just shoved a picture of Serverus Snape naked in his face.
George ignored him and began tapping Oliver on the arm.
"QUIDDITCH TICKETS FOR TONIGHTS GAME!! Ronniekins must've given them to her," said George.
Without another word, Oliver threw some Floo powder in the fireplace and shouted, "HERMIONE GRANGERS OFFICE!"
He didn't step in though.
Hermiones' face appeared in the flames.
"Hello, Oliver," she said brightly.
Lavender and Parvati were on the side, snickering.
"You left your purse at my apartment last night," said Oliver lazily.
"Oh, did I?" giggled Hermione.
"Yeah. It fell off my desk and I noticed you got tickets to tonight's game," said Oliver.
"I do," Hermione nodded.
"So---"
"Would you like to go to tonight's game with me?" asked Hermione.
Oliver grinned.
"Love to. I'll pick you up at 5:00." Oliver said.
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Bulgaria had 200 and the Cannons had 210.
The game has been going on for two hours.
"HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT SIGHT OF THE SNITCH!" announced Lee Jordan.
"Oliver, I'm thirsty. Can you go get me a drink?" Hermione asked.
Oliver nodded and ran very fast.
"FizzSprites. Large!" Oliver panted.
He paid and ran back to his seat.
"Ahh!!! NO! It's not DIET! Olie Wolie Wolie Wolie, pweaze!!" sounding like a baby, it was hard for Oliver to refuse.
He ran back.
"Diet FizzSprites! LARGE!" panted Oliver.
"Diet LizzArts?" the counter repeated.
"No, diet FizzSprites!" said Oliver.
"Dats wud AH ped!" the counter man said.
"Bah, whatever! JUST GIVE ME THE DRINK!" Oliver said.
By time Oliver got the drink, everybody was leaving the stadium.
Cannons won by 160 points.
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"I can't believe you did that, Hermione!" said Lavender once Hermione told her and Parvati what happened the night before.
"You know how much Oliver loves Quidditch!" Parvati sniggered.
"Exactly," said Hermione innocently.
The three girls laughed.
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"That's just EVIL!" said Fred.
"SICK!" George said.
"And just plain wrong!" Oliver added.
"What's that?" asked Fred, pointing to a cell-phone.
"Hermione told me to but one. Says it'll be easier for us to 'talk'." Oliver smirked.
Just then it rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Olie Wolie Wolie Wolie Wolie!" said Hermione.
Parvati and Lavender shoved their fists into their mouths to contain their laughter.
"Wanna have dinner again?" asked Oliver.
"My place," he added slyly.
"OH! I'd love to," said Hermione.
"Good," he said.
"Come over at 6:00, ok?" he said.
"Sure thing," she replied.
They both hung up.
"A date. HIS place," smirked Hermione.
Lavender and Parvati grinned.
"What are you gonna do?" asked Parvati.
"Reorganize," said Hermione.
"O....k..?" Lavender said.
"With girly stuff. And as for his bathroom..." Hermione grinned.
"Feminine products?" Parvati offered.
Hermione nodded and laughed.
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aaahhhh so much fun writing this! R/R!