A/N: IMPORTANT! There is a poll at the end of this chapter. Please read it and vote. Thank-you.
Chapter 10:
Oliver was still as happy as he had been at the first task. It had been two months since that time. And he still felt great about his confrontation. He and Eric couldn't be stronger and Harry was out of his life forever. And he didn't even have to put up with his mother anymore.
He and Eric were on the couch, Eric was sitting upright, and Oliver was laying on his lap. Eric was playing with his short hair. It was strange, Oliver never cuddled before. He was usually a get up get off get out, kind of guy, but Eric was different. He liked the romantic things, and quite frankly, Oliver liked that.
They had been sitting for almost two hours watching some romantic comedy. Suddenly, Eric was pushing him off. Oliver started laughing. "What's wrong?"
"I gotta use the bathroom." Oliver rolled his eyes, moving enough so his boyfriend could get up. Eric went into the bathroom, and Oliver watched his behind as he walked. He had one nice ass. Oliver lay back down and enjoyed the movie. It actually wasn't that bad. Really pretty funny.
There was a knock on the door. He sighed heavily before jumping up to open the door. He swung the door open and suddenly a pair of lips were pressed against his. He was a bit shocked, but whoever this was, all he could tell was it was a man, wasn't letting go on his own anytime soon. Oliver grabbed him by the arms and pushed back till finally his lips were, revealing the other man. Eric. He was smiling broadly.
"What, can't I get any love?" Oliver was too surprised to answer. If Eric just walked in, who was the imposter in his bathroom? Eric's smile faded. "What's wrong?" Oliver shook out of his thoughts. He didn't answer Eric. Instead he let the other man go and ran for the bathroom. He kicked the door open to see the other Eric about to take a drink of something in a black leather flask. Oliver grabbed it out of his hands and pushed him to the sink. Eric came running up, nearly screaming at the sight. Oliver couldn't really blame him.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked the pinned imposter. But all he did was struggle to get free. Oliver smelled the flask, Polyjuice Potion. So that's why he had to go to the bathroom. Well he knew he hadn't had a drink recently, so decided to use it to his advantage. He only had to wait about a minute or two, still struggling with the other man when he started yelling.
"Oliver!" He said. But it wasn't in Eric's voice. It was a woman's voice, a voice he knew well.
"Hermione?" he asked skeptically, letting her go. Eric still stood in the doorway utterly baffled. Soon the changes started taking over. There stood the mousy brown haired fourteen year old girl he knew. She looked odd in Eric's clothes.
"Woah," was all Eric could say.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Oliver asked angrily. Hermione just blushed.
"I'm sorry." She pushed past the two men and out of the apartment. Oliver ran after her, stopping to kiss Eric and tell him to stay inside. He took the steps two at a time, desperate to catch up to the girl. Finally outside he saw her only a few steps ahead.
"Hermione!" he yelled. She stopped. Slowly she turned around. Even from the distance, Oliver knew she had been crying. He stepped closer. But now that he caught her, he had no idea what he was going to say. "Why?" was all he could manage. Hermione looked like she was going to slap him.
"Why? Why? Why do you think!" Her voice was cracked, like she was holding back a sob. It bothered him more than he would have preferred to admit. "Ollie," that bothered him too, no one ever called him Ollie, except Hermione, but that was only once...
"I love you," the words rang through his mind, but he couldn't quite register it. She what?
"You what?"
"I love you! What did you think, I would just let anyone have my virginity?" Oliver looked around to see if anyone had heard. Granted what he did wasn't exactly the smartest. She was thirteen, he was seventeen, he knew he was gay, but he was curious. It wasn't horrible, even for a virgin, but it wasn't his thing. "Look at me!" Hermione yelled. Oliver looked back down at her. Her cheeks were stained with the tears she still shed. "You loved me that night, I know you did. Don't deny it."
"I wasn't going to. Mione, I wanted that to happen as much as you did, but-" never got to finish. Hermione jerked forward and pushed her lips on his, the second time that happened in one day. Again he was surprised at first, but actually got into it. When she pushed her tongue into his mouth he didn't refuse it.
Oliver pulled her closer. Normally he'd be thinking why was he doing this, he wouldn't be getting this into a kiss with a girl. He wouldn't understand what was so different with Hermione, but at this moment he wasn't thinking any of that. Just as he didn't think any of this on the night he shared with Hermione last year. Finally they came up for air. He pressed their foreheads together.
"You still love me." Hermione said seriously, in between breaths.
"I do," Oliver said. He wasn't thinking that, but he knew it was true.
Hermione looked him dead in the eye. He could see all the pain she felt. "But it will never be." And with that she ran away, leaving Oliver completely dumbfounded.
Tell me who you think Oliver should end up with. Its your decision, I'll be taking a poll, the person with the most votes will be the winner and hook up with Oliver at the end. If you don't vote, I'll pick and you might not like it. Here are your choices:
A.) Harry
B.) Eric
C.) Hermione
D.) Draco
E.) Other.
Tell me which one, granted I probably should have come up with this idea sooner, but I just thought of it now as I'm writing my author's note. Review the story and tell me who!