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Chapter 3: 'Call me Oliver'

Hermione was allowed to leave the Hospital wing in time to make dinner. She pasted by the Great Hall and saw Malfoy. She did not want to see him again after this morning, instead of going up to Gryffindor tower she went down the staircase to the dungeons. Taking a few turns here and there and finally stopping next to a portrait of a fruit bowl. She tickled the pear and stepped into the Hogwarts kitchen. 'At least the company down here is better' she thought to herself. She looked up to see Professor Wood Sitting in front of the fire.

"What can we get you, Miss Granger?" a house elf asked.

"Just a butterbeer please. Dobby."

"Miss Granger." Professor Wood greeted her.

"Sir," Hermione sat down at the other end of the fireplace.

"I see you're alright after the accident this morning."

"Everyone saw that didn't they." She worriedly asked.

"Yeah, I think they did. Call me Oliver please."

"You're my teacher."

"We were also at school together for three years."

"Fine. You win, Oliver." Hermione agreed as Dobby came back over with her Butterbeer and a tray of biscuits and cakes.

"Here you go, Miss. How's Harry Potter, Miss."

"He's good Dobby." Dobby walked away. Last year Dobby had always asked how Harry was going even if Harry was in the room. He found it easier to ask Hermione or Ron. Hermione stared in to the fire. Thinking about all that had happened in the last year. The battle at the Ministry had changed her view on life. After Sirius had died it was obvious to her that she had to make the most of thee next few years. S.P.E.W was going on hold but she loved to be down in the Kitchens with the house elf's.

"Well, I Had better be off. See you around Hermione." Oliver stood.

"Bye, Oliver." Hermione said quietly as he left the room. Hermione knew he hadn't heard. She looked back into the fire. It was probably a good time to head back to the common room before Harry and Ron began to panic.

She walked through the hallways toward The portrait of the fat lady. People were making there way back to there common rooms and to the library. Everyone turned to look at her when she walked past them. Her past quickened she was still awhile from Gryffindor common room and just wanted it to stop. She opened the door to the nearest classroom and sunk to the floor. She cried, tears rolled down her face. 'Why does everyone look at me' She thought. 'I'm exactly the same as last year I don't do anything different do I?' She didn't want to leave the room.

The door opened and she looked up. Harry stood in the doorway.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" He asked sympathetically sitting down next to her.

"How did you find me?" She wept.

"Map." He pulled a piece of parchment out of his pocket. " What's going on Hermione?"

"Something's wrong with me."

"What do you mean."

"Everyone keeps looking at me." She pulled the nite out of her pocket. "And I know it's got something to do with this." Harry took it from her.

"So you've got an admirer that's not to bad."

"No but everyone seems to be looking at me. It's sdriving me mad."

"Just ignore them. Come on. I'll walk with you back to the common room." He gave her a hand up and wiped her tears away. Hermione cast a glamour charm to stop her face looking blotchy and red. Harry opened the door and they walked out.

Gryffindor Common room was close to empty. A few First and second years were in a corner. Third years were doing homework around a table the rest of the sixth years were sitting in the chairs around the fire. Harry and Hermione walked over to them. Hermione sat down next to Rose Cartwright. They had been close in first and second year but were now only friends because they were in the same room. Harry sat down next to Parvati.

Everyone seemed too be talking about how classes had gone today. Harry and Ron had gone to Charms and Defence Against The Dark Arts and had spent the rest of the day apart from meals in the hospital Wing. To Hermione's surprise everyone had been asking about how she was doing.

Once in bed she the girls began to talk about boys and clothing.

"Who ask how I was today?" She asked

"Heaps of people. Even Malfoy." Lavender replied giggling.

"He asked me about you to." Parvati giggled as well

"And me." Rose and Sam said simultaneously.

'Why does Draco Malfoy care about me.' She thought. Falling asleep while pondering the thought.

(A/N: I hope everyone has figured out who sent the note. If not I will tell you in the next few chapters. Please Review I want to know what you think about this story.