A/N: Sorry I didn't update sooner. I just wasn't getting inspired in this story at all and was just about to give up on it when I finally came up with an idea for this chapter. Reviews are always welcome.

Hermione woke to the feel of someone shaking her shoulder gently. She slowly let her eyelids flutter open. She saw Ron standing over her, scratching his neck nervously.

- Guess we fell asleep on the couch again, come on. Harry's already upstairs; we have like an hour before everyone gets up.

Hermione stood up rubbing her eyes. Completely sure her hair was matted and looked a total mess, but being her, she didn't really care.

She sleepily changed into her school uniform and put on a thick robe as she drove in head first into her feathered pillow, decided to make the most of the last hour of sleep she had left before going down for breakfast and then a double period of Charms.

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The Gryffindors chattered around their house table while having breakfast. Ron plopped down beside Hermione as soon as he spotted her and Harry followed behind him.

- So Hermione, do you still remember your dare? You have to join the team. – said Ron mockingly as the Weasley twins glanced over at them with interest.

- Granger joining the team? – said George

- We never pinned you down as a jock Hermione. – said Fred

- It's just some dumb dare Ronald and Harry came up with – answered Hermione nonchalantly.

- Well, this might just be your lucky day Granger. We heard Oliver Wood, former Quidditch captain, is coming over here for a semester to help the freshmen who want to make the cut next year. – said George as he buttered his toast.

- That might actually be a great idea Hermione. Oliver was the one who taught me almost everything I know about Quidditch. – said Harry beaming at the prospect of Oliver Wood teaching his friend how to play properly.

- Listen guys, don't get your hopes up about me learning to love Quidditch. No matter what, I will still think sports are useless. – said Hermione as she stood up and started walking away towards Charms class.

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Hermione sat on the comfiest chair near the fire at the Gryffindor common room. She had her nose buried on the heaviest and biggest book anyone had ever seen. She seemed oblivious to the girls looking at her with disbelief and mock.

- Hey Hermione! – said Harry merrily as he approached her. – You won't believe it but Oliver is already here! I already explained him our little agreement and he has gladly accepted to giving you private classes on your free time.

The girls who had previously been scorning Hermione soon forgot about her and listened to Harry intently. It was a known fact that Oliver Wood had always been one of the cutest guys of their house.

- Thanks Harry, I'm just dying of the emotion. – Hermione said sarcastically, obviously annoyed at being interrupted in the middle of her reading. – So when is my first class?

- Tomorrow at 4:00 am. – said Harry as he grinned wickedly.

- That's just not happening. I have three exams tomorrow and need my sleep.

- Well, then I suggest you go to bed now.

Hermione scoffed in faux indignation as she closed her humungous book. Sending Harry a death glare, she got up from her comfy and warm seat and retired to the girls' chambers. She was just expecting the worst.

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The next morning Hermione woke up when the sun hadn't appeared yet. She groaned as she absently put on the only pair of leggings she owned as silently as she could and cursed when she realized she almost fell right off her bed. She put on one of her muggle shirts and a thick jacket. Fifteen minutes later, she was making her way to the Quidditch fields as she fixed her chestnut hair into a messy ponytail.

She saw a muscular boy sitting next to a huge trunk. She blushed as she saw how much Oliver had grown up. He wasn't just cute anymore, but actually very handsome.

- Hello Hermione. – he said as he shot her a smile.

- Hi Oliver… you have umm, changed quite a bit. – Hermione observed.

Oliver chuckled and he got on his feet. Their training started.

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The training had been every bit as brutal as she had expected it to be. And half an hour later, she was still hurting all over her body because of the numerous falls she had suffered when trying to ride the broom although Oliver had helped her several times.

She couldn't even concentrate in the class as she tried remembering all the pointers Oliver had given her about improving her skills. She found out she really did think he was a good teacher and was glad it was him who was giving him private classes instead of one of her best friends. She appreciated the gentleness with which he treated her.