Chapter 2


Hermione sat in the hospital waiting room shaking. They had three months of summer break, and she had only been there for two weeks, and her grandmother had a heart attack. She was so distraught, she apparated them to the doors of the nearest hospital.

"Miss Granger?" a doctor asked looking around the waiting room with wonder.

"Yes?" Hermione asked as she slowly got up and walked over to her.

"Sweetheart, your grandmother didn't survive. I am so sorry. Is there anywhere else for you to stay?" she asked. "Wait, your grandmother's last name was Thomas…right?"

"Yes." Hermione said gingerly.

"Then, you are Miss Hermione Granger…you go to Hogwarts?" the doctor asked quietly.

"Yes." Hermione said quietly.

"Oh, well, owl your family, you may stay with me and my family…we are your grandmother's neighbor. Oliver Wood is my step son." she said.

"O-Oliver?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, he still lives with us as well. Oh wouldn't that be a marvelous surprise for him! One of his Gryffindor friends!" she said.

"Uhm…Doc, we weren't actually, close friends or anything." Hermione said.

"Oh, still, he's mentioned you before. Brightest witch to ever come to Hogwarts. The Boy Who Lived's best friend…and girlfriend." she said with a wink.

"G-girlfriend?" Hermione stuttered.

"Oh, no?" she said.

"No…just friends." Hermione said uneasily.

"Still, would you like to stay with us?" the doctor asked.

"Yes." Hermione said.

"Then just wait until my shift is over, which is in ten minutes, then I will apparate us to get your things, then we will head over to my house." she said as she walked away. Hermione sighed and sat down in one of the chairs.


Hermione looked around Wood Manor. It was HUGE!

"Guys! Come down here! There's someone here I want you guys to meet!" Lillian Humphrey-Wood shouted. There were loud footsteps and three people were standing before her.

"Honey? Who is this?" a man asked. Lillian smiled and told them everything, without telling them who she was, "So, who is this?"

"Oh, this is Hermione Granger." Lillian said with a smile.

"Hermione?" one of the guys said.

"Yes Oliver. Hermione, dear, this is my husband Austin; my daughter Sora; and my step-son, Oliver." Lillian said.

"Hello." Hermione said gingerly.

"Hermione?" Oliver said once again.

"Yes Oliver, is that all you can say?" Hermione asked looking at him with wonder. He smiled slightly and nodded a little, "Yeah sorry. So…you're staying here…the whole summer?" he asked.

"Unless I go to the Weasleys." Hermione said.

"You and Ron finally together?" Oliver questioned.

"What! Oh god no. Never in a million years, he may wish. But, nope, never." Hermione said.

"Oh, sorry. I just knew he liked you, I just figured you might feel the same, the way you two act. Sorry." he said uneasily.

"Listen, Oliver, how about you take her to the guestroom, her things are already in there." Lillian and Austin said. Oliver nodded, and gestured for Hermione to follow him up the stairs. She waved bye to the others and followed after him.

"So, how have you been since you left Hogwarts?" she asked him.

"Fine, I play for…"

"Puddlemere United." Hermione said.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Oliver asked quizzically.

"Uhm…Fred and George told me." Hermione lied, her voice a little shaky. She couldn't tell him that she'd been crushing on him since her first night at Hogwarts right after she had been sorted. She couldn't tell him that she went to almost all of his games.

"Ah, yeah they've been a few times. I gave them tickets for all of our games…season passes. They both took girls; I always got to meet George's but never Fred's. But they did say that it was the same girl every time, and that I knew her. But I never really tried my hardest to find out who it was." Oliver said with a shrug as he stepped onto a landing. He turned and headed down the hall.

"Uhm, this is my room, this is Sara's room, and this is your room." he said. He opened the door and showed a room, the walls were a dark blue. She had a large queen sized bed, and the sheets looked like the night sky, and the pillow cases and blankets were black.

"Wow…thanks Oliver." she said as she stepped in.

"Do you want help unpacking, or some time to yourself?" he asked.

"I'd like some alone time." she said quietly.

"Okay. I'll be in my room if you need me." he said as he walked out of her room.


Author's Note:

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