She will be loved

Hermione/Oliver

Adventure/Romance

Short Summary:

Four years after the defeat of the dark lord Voldemort, twenty-one year old Hermione Granger is an employee for the ministry of magic in the magical law enforcement department. When arrives the big international Quidditch Cup tournament, she is sent over to help the aurors and to make sure that the law is respected. That's when she meets up with the old Gryffindor Quidditch captain, Oliver Wood…

Disclaimer:

I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters nor anything that has something to do with the world J.K. Rowling created.

Rating:

PG13 for language, violence and further mature scenes. No worries, I will warn you when they come!


Chapter one: The new assignment

'Miss Granger, Mr. Vidcount would like to see you in his office.'

Hermione looked up at the old lady standing in the doorway of her office. Why on earth would the head of her department want to see her; had she done anything wrong? Or was it something she hadn't done? Suddenly jumping to the worst conclusions, she began to panic.

'All right, thank you Miss Polaski.'

She smiled politely to the aged witch and closed the document she was studying, appearing very calm on the outside. She stood up and made her way towards her boss's office, which wasn't very far way. When she knocked on his door, a young man in his late twenties looked up at her and grinned.

'Ah, Hermione, please come in and make yourself comfortable.' He stood up and reached her at the doorway. 'I'll be with you in just a moment.'

Hermione couldn't help but blush lightly as he grinned at her and nodded quickly, yet lightly as he walked by her and exited his office. Since the first day that she had started working for the ministry, since the first moment that she had set eyes on her new boss, Hermione knew that she had been captured by love at first sight. Wes Vidcount was a very charming young man, very polite, smart and caring, plus very good-looking. He was the kind of man that every woman fell for. She walked over to the living chair placed in front of Wes's desk and sat down. She placed her hands together, bit her bottom lip nervously and waited for her boss to come back; which didn't take very long. He walked back in two minutes later and sat down behind hid desk.

'So, how are you today Hermione?' He asked her very casually.

'I'm fine, thanks. You?' She answered awkwardly.

'Good, very good thank you. Tell me, have you got anything planned for Friday night?'

This question shocked Hermione.

'Well, no sir. Why, is there an empty space and you want me to fill in?'

That could be the only reasonable reason. That's what she thought, until she heard him laugh.

'No, that is not the case. I was thinking of something much more pleasant.'

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

'I was wondering if you'd want to join me to dinner.'

Hermione's jaw literally dropped, taken by complete shock. He, Wes Vidcount, head of her department and most charming man in the building, was asking her out for dinner. She couldn't see there any logic what-so-ever!

'Bu-but sir-'

'I insist and it will be my treat.'

'Sir, I can't-'

'And will you please stop calling me sir? It makes me feel old. Call me Wes.'

'Ok, but-'

'So we're settled for Friday then?'

'Well I-'

'Perfect! I'll be picking you up at seven pm. Thank you for your time Hermione you may return to your office now.'

Wes looked back down at his papers on his desk and started working. Hermione stood up slowly and uncertainly walked out of his office. "What the bloody hell just happened?" was all she could think. She sat down behind her own desk and just stared down at it. There, beneath a plastic sheet, laid about a dozen pictures. She looked at the one with Ginny and Harry on it and smiled weakly. Ginny had her hands placed over her over-grown belly and Harry was behind with his arms wrapped around her. They hadn't been married for a year yet and they were expecting their first child in exactly two months. Hermione envied them. Her eyes then drifted towards another picture of herself and a red-head. Her eyes watered lightly. Four years ago, she had lost her best friend, her soul mate and lover all at once. He had been her first and only true love, and he was one of the unfortunate people to die during the war of the dark lord. She hadn't loved anyone since. She had liked, but not loved. She smiled sadly as Ron and she kissed in the picture and looked up, sighing deeply. She really had to stop thinking about it. Ron would want her to live on happily. She took the document she was about to read before being interrupted and opened it. "Oh right, the Quidditch world Cup is just next month!" She remembered. She gently tossed the picture cut from the daily prophet and read what was written on the page under it. After reading it over very quickly, a smile instantly came back on her face. Her next assignment was to go to the Quidditch world Cup and to make sure that the law was respected. She would have a great tent set up for her and free great seats to actually watch the matches. How could it get any better? So little did she know…


Ok, so it's a bit short! This is the first post, they'll get longer with time!!

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