A/N: I finished another story, so I'm gonna work on this one and Return of
Ginny Weasley now.
Sorry it's been a while since I updated!
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Hermione told Oliver that their next date was going to be seeing a movie at a Muggle theatre.
She decided to see a movie he would probably like so she could disrupt his movie watching.
She sighed then tilted her head, a small smile on her face but she had her lips together and slightly out.
"You look happy," said Ginny Weasley, sitting down.
"Oh, I am," said Hermione.
"Let's see, T3 has nudity, violence and language... Everything a guy wants in a move. That's it!" murmured Hermione.
"What?" asked Ginny.
"Nothing. Just another thing I'm going to do to little Olie Wolie!" said Hermione.
Ginny laughed.
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"You look beautiful," said Oliver as Hermione walked out of the hotel doors.
"Thank you," she said.
She was wearing cream colored Capri pants and a blue net shirt over a white tank with white and pink flip-flops.
It only took five minutes to get to the theatre and once they were seated and the movie was in starting up, Hermione started repeating "Oliver," again and again and again.
"Ooooollliiivvveeerrr,,,," she "whispered".
"Oliver," she said again.
"I'm watching the movie, sweetie," he said, looking at the screen and not her.
"Oliver," she muttered.
No reply.
"OLIVER!" she screamed.
"Shut your woman up!" shouted a large man behind them.
"You shut up!" yelled Hermione.
Oliver looked uneasy.
"Oh yeah!?" the large man yelled.
"MY BOYFRIEND CAN KICK YOUR ARSE!" yelled Hermione.
"OH!?" shouted the large man, standing up.
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Five minutes later, Oliver had a black eye and was leaning against the wall outside the theatre.
"Honey, I am so, so, so SORRY!" said Hermione.
She really was NOT sorry.
"It's okay, I'm fine," he lied.
"No you are not!" she said.
"I really am," he insisted.
"NO YOU ARE NOT!" she shout-hissed.
"I am, honestly," he said, looking at her with puppy eyes, though she couldn't see his chocolate eyes due to the purple swelling around his left eye.
"It's all my fault! I opened m-my b-b-big mouth, when he's a big boy and you're still a little boy," she said, fake-sobbing.
'Little?' Oliver's mind repeated.
"Don't cry, sweetie," said Oliver cautiously.
"Don't tell me to NOT cry!" she sobbed angrily, standing up and apperating out.
As soon as she got in her apartment, once again, she laughed her arse off.
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It's so short, you know? R/R if ya want to,
Sorry it's been a while since I updated!
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Hermione told Oliver that their next date was going to be seeing a movie at a Muggle theatre.
She decided to see a movie he would probably like so she could disrupt his movie watching.
She sighed then tilted her head, a small smile on her face but she had her lips together and slightly out.
"You look happy," said Ginny Weasley, sitting down.
"Oh, I am," said Hermione.
"Let's see, T3 has nudity, violence and language... Everything a guy wants in a move. That's it!" murmured Hermione.
"What?" asked Ginny.
"Nothing. Just another thing I'm going to do to little Olie Wolie!" said Hermione.
Ginny laughed.
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"You look beautiful," said Oliver as Hermione walked out of the hotel doors.
"Thank you," she said.
She was wearing cream colored Capri pants and a blue net shirt over a white tank with white and pink flip-flops.
It only took five minutes to get to the theatre and once they were seated and the movie was in starting up, Hermione started repeating "Oliver," again and again and again.
"Ooooollliiivvveeerrr,,,," she "whispered".
"Oliver," she said again.
"I'm watching the movie, sweetie," he said, looking at the screen and not her.
"Oliver," she muttered.
No reply.
"OLIVER!" she screamed.
"Shut your woman up!" shouted a large man behind them.
"You shut up!" yelled Hermione.
Oliver looked uneasy.
"Oh yeah!?" the large man yelled.
"MY BOYFRIEND CAN KICK YOUR ARSE!" yelled Hermione.
"OH!?" shouted the large man, standing up.
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Five minutes later, Oliver had a black eye and was leaning against the wall outside the theatre.
"Honey, I am so, so, so SORRY!" said Hermione.
She really was NOT sorry.
"It's okay, I'm fine," he lied.
"No you are not!" she said.
"I really am," he insisted.
"NO YOU ARE NOT!" she shout-hissed.
"I am, honestly," he said, looking at her with puppy eyes, though she couldn't see his chocolate eyes due to the purple swelling around his left eye.
"It's all my fault! I opened m-my b-b-big mouth, when he's a big boy and you're still a little boy," she said, fake-sobbing.
'Little?' Oliver's mind repeated.
"Don't cry, sweetie," said Oliver cautiously.
"Don't tell me to NOT cry!" she sobbed angrily, standing up and apperating out.
As soon as she got in her apartment, once again, she laughed her arse off.
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It's so short, you know? R/R if ya want to,