A/N: Well, here is the other chapter if only because of your reviews and that I want to take my mind off studies. I hope you enjoy it and don't hesitate to review. The climax is approaching…ooh, I'm dying of suspense! `Till next time!
Caroline
Chapter 13: Figuring it out
"Dobby, bring me some coffee, will you?" asked an exhausted Oliver.
"But Master Wood hates coffee," Dobby pointed out.
"Coffee!" he exclaimed, scaring the house elf.
"Right away, Master Wood," the elf bowed and retired.
Oliver buried himself in his chair. He hadn't slept at all. But last night had been so…
"Don't, don't, don't!" he told himself, pounding his head against his desk.
Simultaneously, a head pocked into the fireplace, scaring the living daylights out of the ex-Quidditch captain.
"Wake up Wood!" .
"Professor Snape? What?" Oliver inquired once the fright had subsided.
"Madame Hooch has just informed me that one of the Quidditch hoops is broken. She wanted to see if you could repair it. Since you don't have anything more to do than to hang out in your office," he said sarcastically.
"Sure."
Snape disappeared shortly. Dressed up in jeans and a gray sweater, Oliver exited from his office just when Dobby was bringing the coffee.
"Your coffee, Master Wood," the elf said.
"Ugh! Throw that away. It makes me nauseous," Oliver contradicted and went his way, leaving the house-elf quite confused.
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Oliver adjusted his cloak as the cold wind came in contact with his skin. The temperature had dropped quite a bit; due to the fact that Christmas was coming. He went to the Quidditch field, only to find that the hoops were up and standing, their features impeccable.
"What the…"
"Going somewhere?"
Oliver turned around to find Fleur leaned against one of the hoops. She looked breathtaking. She had black jeans and a magenta sweater, accompanied by her baby blue cloak. Her hair was brushed smoothly to her waist.
"But wasn't this…"
"It takes me by surprise `ow many `zings one can do wiz a twirl of one's wand," Fleur said seductively, twirling her own wand.
"You fixed it?"
"I did. Going to do somezing about it?"
"Thanks?"
"You know, I `ave learned some ozer amazing tricks wiz my wand too. Want to see?"
"Pardon me?"
"Oui, like `ze Accio summon. It allows anyzing I want to come to me. I'm really anxious to test it," Fleur smiled, staring at him.
"Wait a minute, you're not…"
"Accio Oliver!"
At Fleur's command, Oliver literally flew to her, making her land on the grass, her arms locked around his neck.
"Uh, Fleur…" Oliver stammered.
"My, my; I didn't realize it could work so well," she whispered, looking at him.
"Fleur, let go…"
"`Ad fun last night. But it was quite cold, wouldn't you say?"
"Sure, but…"
"Kind of like `ze grass beneaz me. You `zink you could do somezing about it?" she asked him seductively, passing her hand through his chest.
"Sure! No problem! I'll just stand up and then, I'll help you get up, so we can…"
"Not quite what I `ad in mind."
"Sorry?"
"Shut up and kiss me Oliver," Fleur whispered, putting her arms around his neck again to bring him closer and brushing her lips against his.
He returned the kiss instantaneously, caressing her face while the kiss deepened. He just didn't want to let go of her. Fleur didn't mind this. After all, wands had to be good for something, right?
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"Harry, would you let go?" Hermione sighed, exasperated.
"Not until we get you that antidote!" he spat back.
Harry was out of himself, taking solace only in the fact that he would beat Draco to a bloody pulp once this was over. Hermione was driving him nuts, or rather, was driving little Harry nuts. She was so seductively beautiful….No! This wasn't the
Hermione he knew and he wasn't going to rest until he had gotten his old friend back.
"Harry! And where are you two going?" Just what Harry needed; Ron intercepting them. "Hermione, just the woman I wanted to see," Ron affirmed, trying to caress her shoulder, which she got out of his grasp before his fingers got a chance to even get close to it.
"Ronald, don't you have something better to do?" she asked angrily. Suddenly she sounded like herself again.
"Is that an invitation?" Ron inquired with a twinge of excitement.
"Ron! Do yourself a favor and do not rage your hormones in front of me," Hermione responded distantly.
"We were going now. Excuse us," Harry tried to avoid him politely. He was afraid that Hermione would kill his friend anytime now.
"Where are you heading?" Ron asked casually.
"That's kind of personal," Hermione replied, taking Harry's arm.
"Snape's classroom. Antidote," Harry answered, clearing his throat and trying to get some distance between him and his bushy haired friend.
"Oh Harry, where's your sense of fun?" Hermione said seductively.
"I can take her. Snape doesn't like you very much," Ron offered while staring at Hermione intently, almost lustily, Harry would say.
"Funny. He doesn't seem to like you either," Hermione replied distantly once more.
"He likes you least of all Hermione, so don't start talking," Ron pointed
out.
"That's why I'm not going," Hermione affirmed, smiling.
"Oh yes you are! If it's the last thing I do," said a determined Harry.
"Is that really the last thing you would want to do with me? Think about it," she went back to the seductive tone.
"Oy vey," Harry protested. This was getting a little out of hand.
"I'll come…" started Ron.
"No you won't…" argued Hermione.
"What? You can't bear to see me because you're into me?" Ron asked.
"In your dreams Weasley!"
"Ron…"
Harry tried to interfere, but it only caused Ron to begin arguing with him instead, neither of them paying any attention to Hermione whatsoever. Not wasting this opportunity, Hermione tiptoed and got out of their sight.
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She didn't like when her friends argued, mind you, about her. But she was still having the time of her life, or so she thought.
She caught sight of Oliver and Fleur while heading into the hallway. It would had looked normal, if it wasn't for the tiny fact that they were never together, due to Oliver's excess nervousness around her and that they were…holding hands? And that was not all. She was resting her head on his shoulder while they smiled and talked in whispered voices.
"Hey, you two," Hermione smiled at them.
" `Ey you," Fleur greeted her, never taking her head off Oliver's shoulder.
"Herm, what's with the clothes?" Oliver asked, mildly surprised.
"Oh, I just decided to dress up," Hermione replied
"That's dressing up?" Oliver asked.
"I'll explain later," Fleur, said to her boyfriend. Her boyfriend. She liked the sound
of that .
"I'll see you guys in a while. Getting away from Harry there," Hermione grinned again.
"Are you sure `zat's what you want to do?" Fleur asked in sarcasm, but a mildly concerned tone could also be detected on the Veela's voice.
"Look who's talking. So Oliver, she finally got you?" Hermione asked mischievously.
"Go away," he smiled.
Hermione returned the gesture and went her way. As for Oliver and Fleur, they intercepted Ron and Harry, who were now arguing because Hermione had gotten away.
"Look what you did!" Harry shouted.
"I did? You were the one who…"
"Yeah right…"
"Guys!" Fleur interrupted, "Problem?"
"Hermione. She's under a spell and we don't know how to get it out of her!" Harry complained.
"Amonrae?" Fleur asked. Harry nodded.
"What's that?" asked Oliver, estranged.
.
" `Arry, let's talk," Fleur instructed
"If it's about Hermione, I want to hear it," Ron protested.
"Excuse us `oney," Fleur requested to a confused-looking Oliver.
"Fine, but only because I have a Quidditch book I want to read," Oliver answered. Fleur put her arms around his neck and got closer to him. Only this time he wasn't so nervous. She gave her a breathtaking kiss and smiled.
"I'll catch you later," she whispered.
"Can't wait," he answered, gave her another kiss and left, taking Ron with him, who was muttering protests.
"Come wiz me," Fleur eyed Harry without a twinge of amusement on her face as they made their way toward the Gryffindor Tower.
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