Last year I wanted to write a story about Hermione and Oliver but did not have enough time (or inspiration) for it. Anyway, I now I sort of do, so here is my try. By the way, I took some liberties with canon for this. So, Oliver is just two years older than Hermione so he's Fred and George's mate (same year). Sorry I had to do this, but it will help later on. So, have fun reading!

Prologue

Oliver knew about Hermione Granger. Or at least he had heard about her from the Weasley twins. Apparently she was this huge bookworm with no personality that liked to sleep in the library.

She was the oddest First Year Gryffindor this year. Fred and George liked to keep a record of these things.

'She's quite boring. Oh and she hates Quidditch, to top it off.'

Oliver shrugged his shoulders. He still couldn't understand how anyone could hate Quidditch. It was such a liberating sport. It was such a free-spirited experience. Everything went smoothly in Quidditch. It was a thrilling flight of beauty.

People who detested this game and labeled it as stupid were simply too blind to see.

And this Hermione Granger was no different.

He thought he would never hear of her again, that she would just fade into anonymity. He did not expect to encounter her many times. Not in his crowd, not in his life.

And certainly not on the Quidditch field.

But that year, during the first Quidditch match of the year, she set Professor Snape's robes on fire.

Without any warning, that puny, bushy-haired little girl had gone up and burnt a professor's robes.

The flames that swallowed the dark robes rose high into the air. In those crucial moments, Oliver was distracted by the golden tongues reaching towards the sky and he failed to defend the circles three times in a row.

That had never happened to him before. Three times in a row, never.

It was all because of that girl that he had never talked to.

The Gryffindors still managed to win the game thanks to newcomer Harry Potter's skills as a Seeker. He caught the Snitch just in time for his team to win.

Still, Oliver couldn't possibly be pleased or happy. Even though a Quidditch team was comprised of many people, when he played a Keeper, he felt as if he was the only one on that entire field and that he mattered so much more.

And his failing to keep his promise to the team hurt him in a way he had never known was possible. Because for him Quidditch was art and he had failed as an artist for the first time. Perfection was his obsession. Now, his perfect score was ruined.

Hermione Granger supposedly hated Quidditch.

From that moment on, he started disliking Hermione Granger. A lot.

I'd appreciate some reviews or opinions, just to see if I'm getting this right. You can also give suggestions. So, review away!