Disclaimer: I only own Viv and the idea behind my little Fan Fic. The rest especially the awesome people in this story are owned by JK Rowling, who I wish was my long lost madre, not that mine isnt awesome, but she isnt richer than the queen. Just saying.

A/N: This story has been started and restarted more times than I can count. Each time details change. This I feel is the best start. I have the overall story built up in my head. I dont know how many chapters it will be, but I hope you enjoy the ride. BTW: It is mature for a reason, I wasnt graphic, but there is a sex scene. So, if you are just trying to read Mature stories just to flame them, please make them good ones, I wanna be able to make smores.

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Hermione was sitting on a stone bench gazing out at the ocean. The smell of lilac and lavender washing over her mixing with the salt in the air to make the smell she associates with home. Her hands absently stroking her growing stomach when Vivian and Oliver strolled up to her. Viv was all curls and smiles as she jumped into her mothers lap. If it wasn't for the past six years she never would have thought she would be here with her soul mate and her vivacious daughter. Things ended beautifully, but they were not always this perfect. Just to think two years ago Viv and I were all alone in Germany hiding from my past. A past that you must know... I believe the writers say "Once upon a time..."

Hermione was strolling through the conference room rolling her eyes to herself. Who ever thought these surviver reunions were a good idea needed to be slapped. The only reason she dragged herself to these things was for Harry. He needed to see that everyone was still ok, and felt obligated to show his face because people would be looking for the golden boy. She knew he felt the guilt for all those who we did lose, but torturing himself at these things didn't seem to be helping either. As Hermione made her way through the crowd she bumped into someone. Literally.
"I am so sorry!" She cried as she pulled out her wand and casting a quick cleaning spell. "I stepped back to avoid the person dancing! I am just, so sorry!" She looked up when she heard a familiar laughter above her. She met eyes with the friendly eyes of Oliver Wood.
"It's nothing lass! You cleaned it up quite well. You are looking amazing Hermione if you don't mind me saying so." His vibrant hazel eyes slowly drinking in her form as a light blush creeped up her skin.
"Th...Thank you Oliver! Quiddich seems to be keeping you in shape as well." Her doe eyes keeping to his face as her right hand found its resting spot on his bicep.
"Well then lass, I do believe that we need to catch up some, say Le Petit Maison? Friday at Eight sharp?" His lips stretching to a smile that made her stomach melt.
"It's a date. I shall see you then... Til then, excuse me, I am trying to find Harry."
She flit around him and darted to the front lobby avoiding everyone on her way there. She looked back on the crowd and saw the boyishly handsome face and bright hazel eyes on her before she turned on her heel and apperated home.

The dinner went so well, it turned into another dinner, a brunchh, a pick-nick, a movie, a museum visit, and many nights just talking and laughing together. Two months into the relationship and they were still keeping their lips sealed about their relationship and their pants were equally sealed and Hermione finally felt ready to take the next step. So she sent Oliver an owl inviting him over to watch her favorite movie and to have a nice relaxing night in. She ordered Chinese and was getting ready to put the food on plates when there was a knock on the door. She went and let Oliver in, greeting him with a warm but quick kiss.
"I am just about to plate the food, unless you would rather eat it from the cartons. But do make yourself comfortable." Oliver chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist and started kissing down her neck.
"My little whirlwind, take a breath. Cartons are fine, less clean up." He nibbled playfully on her collar bone before he moved to let her go and plop down on her couch.
Hermione blushed lightly as his nibbles sent shivers down her body. She gathered the food and curled up on the couch with him. "I hope this movie isn't too girly, I figure there is just a nice overall meaning about coming to terms with life that it outweighs the romance part of the movie."
"What movie is it?" Oliver asked as he popped a bit of beef into his mouth.
"Elizabethtown." Hermione replied diving into the chicken she ordered for herself. Oliver picked up the remote and started the movie, pulling Hermione closer to him.

The movie played out unnoticed to the couple who started making out passionately once the food was put away in the kitchen. Hermione was below Oliver, with her legs wrapped around his waist and her hips rocking up to meet his, causing him to moan.
"Are you sure you want to take things this far, love?" He managed to choke out. "Cause if not, I need to leave and take a nice cold shower."
"I am ready. I think we are ready." She unbuttoned her top and let it fall to the couch. "But let us relocate to my bed, I feel that will be better than my couch."

Oliver scooped her up, kissing down her collar bone and around her chest as he walked towards her room. When he crossed into the threshold, Hermione unwrapped her legs and moved to be set down. Once she had her feet beneath her she slowly undid her skirt and letting it fall to the floor to leave her in red and gold bra and panty set.
Oliver slowly took her in, her milky skin, her soft curves that fit her frame perfectly, the orbs that sit high, naturally perky. He crossed the room to her, pulling off his shirt in the process. He reached her and pulled her into a hungry kiss, his tongue domineering over hers. He drank from her eagerly pouring his hunger and lust back into her.
His hands slid down to her hips and he pulled her into him, grinding his growing cock against her pliant body. Her hands fumbled with his belt and she finally manages to undo his pants and she pushes them down his thighs to the floor. He steps out of his pants as he reaches behind her back and undoes her bra. He leans down and eagerly kisses the slopes and working his way to her nipples. He takes one pert and rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, rolling it between his teeth, his tongue darting against it. Her moans escaping from her in a volume he has yet to see.
He lays her down on her bed and pulls off her panties, moving between her legs and teases her slit with is tongue, partially darting in before pulling back and just sliding up and down the length of her slit. Her moans grow even louder and her hips rock against his mouth begging for more. He moves up and pulls off his boxers. His cock springing free and to attention. He easily slides in between her legs and teases her opening with the tip of his cock.
"Are you positive? You know this will change everything between us." He inquired as he kissed the tip of her nose softly.
"Yes. Please Oliver, take me."
He growled at her words and slid his cock into her roughly before he regained control and he moves inside her carefully, making even shallow thrusts. Oliver started thrusting deeper, making Hermione gasp in pleasure, making Oliver thrust even deeper and faster. Oliver gave into his animalistic desires and began thrusting as hard and fast as he could, Hermione's moans spurring him on. He watched as her eyes rolled back and her body shuddered around him. He thrust a few more times before coming to his own peake and he filled her with his seed.
That night the slept curled into each other.

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Welp, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. The second one will be beaten out soonish. Much love til then!