After Thoughts

Hermione sat in her common room thinking over her day with Oliver. The young witch couldn't help but admire him. The Quidditch player had changed a lot since there time at Hogwarts, not to say he wasn't nice looking then because truly he was, but Oliver had grown up a lot in the last few years. He was no longer the egotistical Quidditch player she had met her first year at Hogwarts. She remembered once telling him he was more concerned with winning the game than he ever was with the well being of his players. Hermione's thoughts were on the young man as she curled up on her couch and drifted off to sleep.

~*~

Oliver sat on the bleachers in the top of the Quidditch pitch. His day with Hermione had gone extremely well. They had talked a while about family and the war and then about simple little things. Hermione wasn't like a lot of the girls he knew, she was smart and funny, she didn't care about someone's background only the way they are now. She was probably one of the few girls at Hogwarts her age that didn't follow him around everywhere. Though after the way he felt today he wondered if he would mind if she did follow him.

Oliver thought back over the past year and the war. He really couldn't believe how much had changed since he had met the intelligent witch in his 5th year. From seeing her as his prodigal seekers little friend. Seeing her petrified in his 6th year by the basilisk after the chamber of secrets had been opened. Then in his 7th year when he had noticed her in the Quidditch match against hufflepuff when she help Harry to see through the rain by casting a charm on his glasses.

Even after Hogwarts he saw her at the Quidditch World Cup and read about her in the prophet. Her supposed relationship with Harry during the triwizzard tournament and her relationship with the Bulgarian seeker Victor Krum. After the tournament he had read about the trio in the Prophet and copys of the Quibbler.

He remembered her at the Battle of Hogwarts, dodging curses and healing the injured while fighting along side Harry as she always had. The fiery witch had somehow survived in fair shape compared to others. Oliver himself had a scar across his right shoulder from a curse he received while helping Alicia Spinnet fight off a particularly nasty death eater. Some hadn't even fared that well, many had lost limbs and were injured beyond repair. He would never forget taking the limp Creevey boy's body from Longbottom and taking him to the great hall to rest with the other dead until the bodies were claimed. He remembered the exuberance of the young boy during his Hogwarts days. Carrying the bodies of his friends into Hogwarts was hard on Oliver.

Oliver tried to shake the thoughts of the war out of his head. He would much rather think about how wonderful his day had been with Hermione. He looked toward the southern towers where he knew her room was located a wondered what the witch was doing at that moment.

As Oliver sat in thought a light snow began to fall covering the castle in that magical way that only snow can.