A/N: I don't know why I decided to make a sequel to "Boys," but I got so many great reviews, I decided to milk it. Hope you enjoy it!

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Summary: Boy love boy, but girl loves boy. Hermione is still in love with Oliver, she'll stop at nothing to separate Oliver from Harry.

Disclaimer: Harry's gay in this story, clearly I'm not J.K. Rowling.

Oliver is so beautiful. His eyes can bear into your soul. But he was with Harry. Not that she cared. She had to have him, no matter what.

Hermione sat in class, and for the first time she really didn't care about paying attention. Who cares if she failed one test? It was just one test. Besides, it was Potions.

She was writing Oliver's name for the tenth time by now. Harry, who sat next to her, smacked her arm, which made her screw up her "E." She thought about glaring at him, but then thought stabbing him might be a better use of her time. His hand had a nice little ink mark on it.

After class Hermione tried to run to her next class, but Harry stopped her. "What the hell do you think you were doing?" Hermione stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

"I'm sorry, doing? Doing what?" Harry pulled her notebook out of her hands. "Hey! That's mine!" He opened it up to the first page. It was covered in Oliver's name. Then he flipped to the second page. The same thing. "What's your point?" She asked angrily.

"He's my boyfriend!" He whispered angrily. "You shouldn't be fantasizing about him!"

"Oh please! Its not like you own him. In case you forgot, I had him before you did!" She grabbed her notebook back and ran off back to the Gryffindor common room. How dare he! Like Oliver really cares about Harry. Oliver doesn't care about anybody but himself. If he had any shred of humanity he wouldn't have led her on. But he had, and she had to pay the price. She loved him.

"Bastard!" She yelled. She threw her bag across the room. It hit a painting on the wall.

"Hey!" Yelled the person in the picture.

"Oh shut up!" She slumped into the chair closest to the fireplace. She found great calm in this chair. She never fully understood why, something about the flames dancing around always warmed her.

She had to have him. No matter what his sexual orientation was. He loved her. She knew it. It was probably one of the only times he ever told the truth. It was probably one of the only times he ever loved a woman.

"Hermione?" Hermione jerked around to see Oliver standing by the window holding his broomstick. It was night outside, she must have dosed off. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here. I could ask you the same question." She grabbed her books, planning to make a run for it.

"I came to see Harry." Hermione rolled her eyes, her fury was rising. She hated how much he affected her.

"Of course you are. You have feelings now."

"Hermione don't be like that." Hermione turned away so Oliver couldn't see her smile. He may affect her, but she got to him just as easily. She turned around fuming.

"Don't be like what? Hurt? Angry? And why not? Let's recap, shall we? You fooled me, shagged me, and then, humiliated me by telling me you're a fag! So, tell me, why shouldn't I be upset?"

"Hermione," he stepped closer. Despite the anger on her face, her heart was beating a mile a minute and her cheeks were flushed. "You know I care about you. In fact, I." He stopped. He looked at the floor. Hermione tried waiting but was unsuccessful.

"You what, Oliver." He finally met her gaze again.

"I love you. But I'm gay. I'm sorry." Damn, the plan wasn't working. Fine, she thought. Hermione grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss. And just as he suspected, he didn't pull away. In fact, he pushed further.

She was losing control of the situation. She forgot how good of a kisser Oliver was. Damn was he good. Her hand unconscious went to his belt, trying to pull it off. Meanwhile he was pulling her sweater off. What the hell am I doing? She thought.

She pushed him off. "You're gay huh? Well you have a funny way of showing it." She grabbed her things and ran up to her room. When she was inside She slammed the door shut.

A huge smile spread across her face. Her plan was working. Soon, Oliver Wood would be all hers.


Should Hermione succeed in her plan?

A. Yes!

B. No way! Oliver and Harry are met for each other!

C. No, you should make her gay!

D. Who cares?

Normally there would only be two options. But I gave you four. The poll will last ten chapters. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and I hope you enjoy the story.