A/N: This is my first Oliver/Hermione fic even though I absolutely love the pairing. Hopefully you all like it!

Chapter 1

It was a slow day at the Weasley Wizard's Wheezes which was absolutely unheard of. Hermione lounged behind the counter as a couple of younger kids, too young to be in Hogwarts dragged their parents into the store. Maybe that's why it's slow. Hermione thought. She sat with her foot leaning against the counter, covered in her running shoes. Thank Merlin I can work in comfortable clothes here. She said standing and stretching making sure to fix her low-riding jeans and grey fitted tee-shirt after doing so.

"Hey George," She called to the back room, "What day is it?"

"September first." He replied followed by a loud bang. "I'm alright."

Hermione chewed on her thumb nail. Everyone's off to Hogwarts, meaning it'll be slow until the hols. "Excuse me miss," someone interrupted her thoughts. "I was wondering if you have any more of these." A young woman said holding out a skiving snackbox. "I want to send some to my brother at Hogwarts." The girls giggled.

"I'll check in the back for you." Hermione got up and walked into the back room which was filled with a deep blue smoke. "I'm not even going to ask." She said coughing. "Are there any snackboxes back here, apparently that shelf has been cleaned out."

"Yeah they're to your left." George said. Hermione opened a box making sure it was the right one and took it out to the front desk.

"How many did you want?" She asked the girl, holding out three which she took. After the witch went back to look for more goodies, Hermione took the box and restocked the shelf. It was the first to empty when all the students came back, knowing it was their only chance at missing out on homework assignments and have a reason to do so.

Hearing the bell ring signaling someone entering the store, Hermione heard Fred's laughter. He had gone to get lunch for the three of them an hour ago. Turning around she noticed he was talking to someone who looked vaguely familiar. "I hope you've brought lunch with you," Hermione said smirking and setting a hand on her hip. "I'm starving."

Fred held up the large brown bag filled with muggle Chinese food, something the boys had been turned on to after hiring the former bookworm turned prankster. "George in the backroom?" Hermione nodded returning to her stocking duties.

"Could it be the one and only Hermione Granger is working for the Weasley twins," The boy Fred had brought with him said idling up to her grinning. "At their joke shop?"

The boy was tall, built, and tan with what seemed to be a Scottish accent. He had a great smile which the daughter or dentists would notice first, but it was her eyes that enticed her. The green-blue color was simply wonderful and she felt herself smile.

"I guess that's what I ended up doing after school." She shrugged trying not to blush.

"And here we all thought you would become the Mistress of Magic someday." He picked up a jar containing plastic eyes that were charmed to blink. "What changed your mind?"

Hermione shrugged taking the last of the merchandise out of the cardboard box and making it disappear. "I guess I got bored with everything after the war, I didn't want to go out looking for death eaters and didn't want to do anything with the ministry." Walking back up to the front desk to ring people up she noticed the Scottish boy followed her.

"I guess I'm just surprised seeing you work in a joke shop is all," he confessed. "I mean, you hated the twins' pranks in school. You thought they were juvenile."

"They were." She corrected giving the customer their change. "They've had a few years to perfect them and sell them in an actual store instead of out of their bags."

George threw open the curtains separating the store from the back room. "Ladies and gentlemen: Oliver Wood!" The boys embraced and laughed.

That's how I know him! Hermione smiled. The famous Oliver Wood, known to be more obsessed with quidditch than school or even girls.

"What are you doing here; I thought you were playing for Puddlemere?"George asked perching himself on the counter.

Fred rejoined the group still holding the bag filled with lunch and set it out handing Hermione her food. "I asked the same thing, said he wouldn't talk until he'd seen both of us."

Oliver nodded. "Well, you might've heard about that nasty fall I took at the end of last season. Bludger to the back; fell off my broom and landed on the ground. I was unconscious for about a week." The boys nodded. "Well, it shattered my shoulder and the team healer said even with skele-grow it wouldn't be the same again. It hurts sometimes if I don't stretch it." The man now looked upset. "So, I retired from the sport and moved back to England. Thought I might come see two of my favorite beaters in the mean while and maybe ask for a part-time job to keep rent money coming in." He looked hopefully at the twins.

"OF COURSE!" They both yelled together.

"This calls for a celebration," Fred said. "We'll all go to the pub tonight for some drinks."

"On us." George said. "This includes you Mione."

She rolled her eyes and grabbed some more general tso's chicken with her chopsticks. "Of course it does anything to bring Hermione out and get her drunk. You'll just make fun of me like you did last time." Oliver sent her a confused look. "Last time we went out to celebrate they took me to a muggle club in downtown London and bought drink after drink. I ended up being carried back here and they left me on their couch so the next morning when they both woke up to make breakfast they started clanging the pots and pans together. Eventually," She gave them both a pointed look. "They took mercy on me and gave me pepper up potion."

The twins were laughing as she recanted the story. "Ah, but you didn't tell him the best part Mia." Fred said using the nickname he bestowed upon her.

"They tried hooking me up with this forty-something bachelor with a toupee and insisted he take me out for fast-food." She finished the story by reaching in the bag and pulling out a soda. "He was into the idea until he puked all over my shoes."

"Good thing we all know magic or you would have smelled really bad for the rest of the night." The boys all laughed this time. "Hey Mia, can you go owl mum and let her know that we'll be bringing a guest to dinner tonight?" Fred asked.

Walking up the stairs to the twin's flat, Hermione knew she didn't have to write a letter at all. Fred had probably flooed his mother after arriving and was just looking for a way to get her out of the room. Setting her food down she picked up a piece of parchment and jotted down a note and sent it off with one of the three owls they had.

Something tells me the twins have something up their sleeves.