Chapter 2
Hermione couldn't believe who was standing a few feet from her. When Oliver had attended Hogwarts a mere four years earlier Hermione couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. She tried to deny to herself that she had feelings for him, but she found it harder and harder to do. That was until he was gone from the school for what she thought was forever. All those feelings were rushing back to her now. She was so wrapped up in her emotions that she hadn't seen Harry run over to him. Now he stood there motioning for Hermione to come over. She glanced up to catch Oliver's eyes on her. As she walked closer to him she could see them taking in every inch of her body as it moved, which sent a fiery rush from her toes to her heart. As she approached she could feel her face becoming flushed.
"Hermione you remember Oliver Wood. He was captain of the quidditch team a few years back." Hermione smiled and nodded. She couldn't help but notice that the past few years had been kind to Oliver. He was even more desirable now then he had been before. He was more built than she had remembered and the sweater he was wearing made his torso look lean and trim. She felt like running into his arms and wrapping her arms around it, but that was out of the question of course.
"Hi Hermione. How have you been?" His voice made her knees give out and her body feel like jello.
"Hello Oliver. I've been great thanks. How about yourself?" She felt so stupid exchanging simple niceties with him. What she really felt like saying was "Hey, I'm dumping my boyfriend and you're hot. Let's go out sometime." That of course was out of the question too.
"I'm great. It's nice to be back at Hogwarts." He smiled a wide smile that made Hermione feel like running up and pushing her lips to his. It was so devilish and mysterious. The next few moments were a blur. She remembered Harry talking to him for a few more moments and agreeing to catch up with him later. Before she knew it Harry was looking at her waiting for her to start walking with him to class.
"I guess I'll be seeing you around Hermione, especially if you walk by here quite often." There was that devilish grin again.
"Yeah I do, so I guess I'll be seeing a lot more of you." God that sounded so stupid, she thought.
"I'll quite enjoy that." With that he looked her up and down once more and turned his attention to his now anxious class. Hermione hadn't felt like this before. She couldn't even put into words what she was feeling. Besides feeling stupid, her whole body felt hot and shaky.
"He looked good don't you think?" Hermione looked at Harry with a smile.
"Yes, he did." The first thought that jumped into her mind was hell yes he looked amazing! She kept that to herself though. When she entered the defense against the dark arts classroom she had a newfound energy surging through her. She didn't even care that Ron was glaring at her with a look of pure disgust and jealousy in his eyes.
The day flew by after that, and by the time she went to bed. She found it hard to sleep. Thoughts of Oliver kept running through her head. She had come to terms with the fact that her previous feelings for him had returned. She knew that she liked him. That was obvious by the way she felt after talking to him. The question was what should she do about it. Obviously she could do herself a favor and get rid of Ron. Then she would be free to tell Oliver how she felt. On the other hand, she wasn't sure if he felt the same. After all, she was a few years younger than him and still in school. He had finished his schooling four years ago. What if he thought nothing of her except that she was a silly little school girl. A million thoughts rushed through her head. Finally she knew she had to get some sleep, which meant she had to put her thoughts at rest for a little while. She'd have time to think about it tomorrow. After all, she would be seeing him on her way to class at least once. The idea excited her and made her wish for morning. She fell asleep rather quickly with thoughts of Oliver running through her head.