AN:
I like the colloquial approach of writting. It's easier to read, in my case that is, rather than reading something like Volitaire ish..not that i hate Volitaire..i like his Candide thanks...
As for the verb changes..im trying my best :) its hard to spot for me...and i think i just need to put up the edited ch. 1-2 up. ( i got someone to edit it for me...)
Besides from the disheatening yet still insightful review ( thanks for pointing out the verb shifting and such!) ...thanks for the reviews kiddies :)
----brooms or books chapter 4:
"What did he say?" asked Dr Lee. Hermione laughed and told Dr. Lee that he was mumbling and probable a side effect of being drugged. The nurses laughed at this, since most of the female nurses thought Oliver was cute and the two male nurses who were there, thought of how the hell the drugged Scotsman had a fit body. Of course Hermione tried to suppress her laughter when Oliver had said something about a potion being slipped in his drink, not that she didn't think Snape hasn't done that at least once before.
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Percy and Helen were sitting in the visitors lounge. It had already been an hour and half since Oliver had been brought into the OR. Helen sighed and took out the Polaroid she had in her bag. She laughed at it; Percy took the picture from her and laughed at it too. "You know, if this leaks, Oliver is going to kill us…"
"Yea…I knew that, this is for the family pictures."
"Well, I want some black mail material,"
"I'll try to duplicate it later…"
"Thanks Helen"
"Welcome Rule book"
"Ugh! Don't call me that…Hermione called me that earlier"
"Hermione?"
"Dr Granger"
"OHHHH…first name basis now huh" She winked at Percy.
"What are talking about…?"
"I saw how you were looking at her…or how Oliver was looking at her"
"What do you mean?"
"Well you both were looking at her in a peculiar way; care to give me the dirt on it?"
"Helen! Hermione Granger, creator of the new Azkaban system, witch millionaire, head girl of Hogwarts in her time, book worm extraordinaire…You should know this after all you are head of the 'reform' program at Azkaban."
"So? She sounds like your type"
"I wasn't done yet!...she got Oliver to win the Quiddtich cup in his final year, she, my brother and Harry potter brought down Voldemort…oh don't flinch…"
"Fine, now she's the girl Ollie was talking about back then huh, the one with the water repelling charm or something…wow…so what's up with you two?"
"Nothing!"
"Really? You pretty much described her in a way a guy who liked a girl would…"
"Drop it..."
"How abboouuuttt…..no"
"This is going to be a long night"
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"Hermione, stitch it up and cover it, it's done"
"Ok Dr. Lee"
After 15 minutes and 5 stitches, Oliver was being cleaned up and bandaged by the nurses, while Dr Granger and Dr Lee were washing their hands.
"Hermione"
"Yes Dr. Lee?"
"Its aunt Joan to you"
"Aunt Joan"
"You should stop by my house later; I have something from your parents."
"Huh how…"
"I was on strict orders, a little brother sure could black mail his little sister alright…and don't give me that look I wont tell you what your father blackmailed me with…"
"Oh…"
"Herm, stop beating your self up, do it for your parents, for Ron and for your dear old wrinkly Aunt"
"Fine, I try to live life"
"That's better, now, hand me that towel."
"Yes Dr Lee"
"Oh and I'm going to talk to the relatives"
"Oh ok, good"
"Care to have dinner with me and your uncle tonight?"
"I don't have a choice now do I?"
"Not unless you're going on a date with someone..."
"HEY!"
"I'll see you later 8 pm"
"Fine, you better serve some carbonara!"
"Your order has been taken in…"
Dr Lee left the scrub room and left Hermione looking through the doors that lead to the OR. "Oliver Wood," Hermione mumbled.
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Percy and Helen were now in an argument between which muggle book classic was the best of them all. Helen had been winning the argument for the past 5 minutes when someone walked in the lounge. They looked up and saw that it was Dr. Lee. She smiled at the two and sat across them.
"The operation went great Mr? And Ms?"
"Mr Weasley and Mrs Parker"
"Yes, Oliver will need a few days of bed rest then a few more weeks off Quiddtich."
"How…"
"You see my niece, she's a witch, I know of Mr Wood from her stories from her world. It wouldn't be so much of a surprise to me that he developed a cist due to the type of seat he uses in his sport. As she had already pointed out earlier, Mr Wood has to put some kind of protective pad or armour around his lower regions when playing his sport. Do you have any other questions?" The two people nodded in agreement.
"Uhm, can we see my little brother now?"
"Not tonight, he'll be in the recovery still. I suggest you come back early morning tomorrow to see him"
"Ok…." Percy and Helen both said. With that Dr Lee stood up and said her farewell.
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It was 7:30 and Hermione's shift was done, she already took shower and was now sitting in the female staff's locker room, putting on her jeans. A brunette sat beside her rubbing her hair in a towel. She smiled at Hermione.
"Hermiioonneee"
"What Suzy"
"I'll drag you this Friday"
"I wasn't going to say I won't come."
"OHH yay"
"Yea you owe me lunch"
"Oh tell me about the friend of 540. I heard you ate lunch with him"
"Has the whole floor suddenly taken interest in my mundane life?"
"HAHA well yea, spill it"
"Fine...Name is Percy; I went to school with him. I also spent 6 summers at his place. His little sister is Ginny; you know the one with the cute baby. His brother was Ron"
"Oh, sorry. How bout the Scotsman, Wood?"
"Oh him, I also went to school with him."
"Where's this school of yours. It seems to get a lot of hot guys, unlike my school"
"It was a private boarding school"
"Damn, my parent weren't that rich."
"Don't say that."
"True, so plans for tonight want to join and me the others for dinner?"
"Can't my Aunt is making me go with her"
"Oh well, Friday then; be sure to wear something nice and revealing you'd want to pick up some cute guy…"
"fiinneee…" Suzy jumped from the bench and took off her scrubs them headed for the showers. Hermione opened her locker and stared in the mirror. "It's not like people would like me…mundane, bookish, and worn out little old me" she thought. Her eyes strayed to the picture in her locker. One of was her and her parents while in France and the other was her, Ron, Harry and Ginny. It was taken at Bill's wedding just before the golden trio left to find Voldemort. Hermione sighed and sat back down after she had picked up the dress shirt she had hanged in the locker. She stared at her right arm. "Vine wood, Dragon Heartstring…" she muttered. With her left pointer she traced the faint scar that ran down her arm. Hermione put on her shirt then tied her still damp hair in a pony tail before she grabbed her bag and her bomber jacket out of the locker and left for the night.
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Oliver has been passed out for nearly 3 hours now. The nurses who were on the floor were cooing at how cute the Scotsman looked like when he slept. He grumbled and went back into slumber….
"Potter reaches for the snitch and he scores! Gryffindor wins the Quiddtich cup!"
Oliver was by his post still trying to breathe after he had been hit by a bludger thanks to the sour Flint. When he heard the announcer he sped up to where Harry was holding the snitch in his hands. When he reached Harry, he was half blinded by tears and engulfed the 3rd year in a hug soon to be squished by the rest of the team chanting "We've won the cup! We've won the cup". He wiped his eyes as they team descended. He caught the sour faces of Flint and Malfoy or the rest of the Slytherin for that matter; he then saw a jumping maniac of a red head he knew was Percy. Soon all of Gryffindor was on the pitch grounds with the team players being held up in the sea of Gryffindors. He looked down to see Ron and Hermione both smiling widely and laughing. He turned to his back and saw McGonagall crying while she grasped a Gryffindor flag in her hands.
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Oliver and the whole house were now in the common room celebrating. McGonagall had allowed them to have a party in the room as she was also sitting in it talking with some old man he had seen watching the game with the professors at the top box. He took a gulp of his butterbeer and saw his fan club giggling while waving at him. Being the gentleman that he is, he waved at them, but someone one stuck out of that part of the room. Though the room had been roaring this one girl was sitting by the window ledge reading a thick book while she drank her butterbeer. A cat lay by her feet, as the window sill was quite huge and could be fitted with a love seat on it. Oliver headed that way and picked up the usually grumpy snappy ginger kneazle and put it on his lap. He watched the crowd as the Weasley twins were trying out some hexes on their little brother's drink. He looked beside him and saw the girl was still reading the book intently.
"Hey..." He said and watched as a pair of brown eyes emerged from the confines of the book. She then replied.
"Hi"
"Thanks for that charm by the way, I mean last fall during the first game"
"No problem…it was the least I could do for the house team…"
"Oh…well it helped greatly."
"I guess it did. How does it feel to finally have the cup?"
"Great!"
"I could say that too, you should have seen Snape's face"
"Oh yea I saw alight…"
"It was just funny…almost-"
"-Perplexed"
"Annoyed"
"Angry"
"Ready to hex you"
"Don't say that…well, why don't you go party with the rest of the house?"
"Well I am, I just want to read this first…and I think McGonagall wants to speak with you"
"How do you know? Read it in the book?"
"Wood, very funny…she's heading towards here"
"Oh…"
McGonagall walked towards Oliver and tapped him on the shoulder. Oliver was still looking at Hermione who nodded at McGonagall as she stood up and said her good byes to Oliver. He looked up to see his head of house with the old man.
"Mr Wood"
"Professor…"
"Good job today"
"Thank you; you should also say that to the whole team"
"Oh I have already done so, I'd like you to meet Mr. Spencer he's a scout for the Pu-"
"Puddlemere United…Hello Mr Spencer" said Oliver who held out his hand to the old man who was chuckling. Mr Spencer then said "Mr Wood, today was a great game, I wonder if you would like to come at this date to try out for the reserve team" Oliver nearly dropped the bottle on the now hissing kneazle. He smiled from ear to ear as he took the offer.
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"Aunt Joan"
"In the kitchen dear"
Hermione walked into the foyer of her aunt's house which just 20 minutes from the hospital. She placed her jacket on the rack by the door and went to the kitchen. She swung the door open and found her Aunt and Uncle laughing at something. She sniffed the air and smelled some kind of pasta sauce. She smiled at her Aunt and uncle and gave them both a hug.
Her Aunt Joan is the sister of her father. She was 3 yeas younger than her father. Joan Lee, unlike her darker blonde dentist of a brother, had gone into Medicine; she was married to an architect named Theodore Lee. Joan was also the person who had helped Hermione get back on her feet as she took Hermione under her wing after the incident with her parents attacked by, at least what she knew as the, bad people of the wizarding world. Hermione, 6 and half years ago, had come back from the world she had her teens in, back from the war she and her friends had fought in. Hermione was not the same witty, happy, child she had known. This niece of her, who is standing smiling at her aunt and uncle, was half the person she really was. In a way she hates the world her niece had lived in for 7 years of her life. To Joan, that world took away the lustre of her niece's eyes; it also took away her smile.
"Uncle Teddy, Ew, stop that, use a spoon. I don't want your germs"
"Oh ever the clean freak of a doctor, goddaughter of mine" said the brunette uncle who sipped from the ladle again, although this time he got hit with a hand towel by his blonde wife. Hermione laughed and took the plates in front of her and started to set the table.
"Mia dear, can you take out the garlic bread from the oven"
"Yes Auntie".
Joan was holding the pasta in a plate when Hermione walked in the kitchen. She smiled at her uncle who just came from the wine cellar, holding two types of wine. She opened the oven and took out the long baguette and placed it on the chopping board and started cutting it into manageable pieces. After she was done, she had placed them on a plate and brought it in to find her Aunt and uncle already seated talking about the upcoming Olympics being held in Vancouver Canada. The dinner proceeded with the argument of hockey vs. football.
"Hockey is much better Joan! You should really come with me when we visit the States and Canada this winter."
"Rubbish, Manchester all the way. I don't get why those yanks call football soccer. I don't like Hockey…live with it"
"Sour puss…so Hermione what do you think hockey or football?" asked Theodore.
"Quiddtich" Hermione said as she started drinking from her wine glass.
"Ohhh so its Quiddtich now huh…don't tell me your falling for your patient….against the code of conduct, well if they are under your care that is…you'll have to wait till he is out of you care" said a satisfied looking Joan who was smirking at Hermione who was choking on her wine. Theodore raised one of his eyebrows and then asked Hermione who was still gasping for air.
"So…is it Vicky?"
"Uncle Teddy! Victor and I are still friends, though I rarely see him these days…"
"Victor eh…" Theodore teased his goddaughter.
"Seriously Uncle-" Hermione was then interrupted by Joan. "Its not Victor, Theodore, its Oliver".
The garlic bread that was in Hermione's hand, ready to be bitten suddenly fell on her plate. Hermione mouth was opening and closing like a goldfish, whilst she tried to fend offs her teasing aunt. But the comeback didn't come and her godparents burst into fits of laughter at the perplexed face of their goddaughter.
Authore's last note:
Hope you liked it. thanks for reading...
-monsterme-