First I want to thank everyone for reading my story and reviewing. Second I want to apologize for not writing for so long, but a lot of things have happened. Christmas, New Year, vacation to Barcelona and a lot of sleep over's. I will try to update as fast as possible next time. Again sorry for the wait but here is the next chapter!

Oliver raised an eyebrow when he saw Hermione's white and shocked face.
"What?" asked Oliver. Hermione looked at him with big eyes and stood up.
'We have to go, now." Oliver looked confused at Hermione. He didn't get her rush.
"Where and why?" Hermione rolled her eyes. She took one of his hands and before Oliver could protest they apparated. Oliver could feel the sick feeling go through him. When they arrived he nearly fell over.
"What was that for?" he asked angrily. Hermione sighed.
"I have something I need to show you."
"Ok, show me." Hermione nodded and took his hand. Oliver just noticed that they were in a bookstore, the same bookstore where Hermione worked. Hermione led them in to the back. There was a pile of books laying there. "Why are we here?" asked Oliver impatiently. Hermione was about to answer when a voice interrupted them. "Well, well. The pretty lady has returned. I'm down here."
Hermione bend down and picked the book up. Adrian's face stared up to them.
"Hello. Good to see…" he stopped when he saw Oliver. They both stared at each other with their mouths open. Hermione stood awkwardly between them.
"Oliver, could you please say something."Hermione asked. Adrian's eyes grew big.
"Is your name Oliver Wood? Are you 24 years old? Is your mothers name Annabeth?" asked Adrian.
Oliver nodded at all the questions but still didn't say anything and looked blank. Adrian on the other hand was grinning from ear to ear.
"I found you, my son! How I missed you. You've grown so much since I last saw you!"
"What do you expect? It has been 23 years." Replied Oliver cool. Hermione winched at his voice. It was so cold and emotionless. "Oliver, don't be so mean. He is your father."
Oliver turned towards Hermione and he glared at her. Hermione felt uncomfortable. She didn't know this side of Oliver Wood.
"Do you know why he was turned into a book?" Oliver asked. Hermione shook her head. Oliver turned towards Adrian's face.
"Why don't you tell her, father? Mother already told me." Adrian's face fell.
"Oliver," said Adrian but Oliver cut him off.
"Tell her how you left mom with a 1 year old! Tell her that you left my on my birthday! Tell her how you got drunk in a bar! Tell her how you got into a fight! Tell her that you were turned into a book over a seat! Tell her dad!" yelled Oliver. Adrian's face looked sad. Hermione couldn't say anything and just stared at Oliver. She didn't know he could yell like that. In Hogwarts he was calm. He could get carried away but he was never angry. Oliver sighed and looked at Hermione's face. She looked a bit scared at him. Oliver shook his head.
"I'm sorry, Hermione. I think I should leave."
"No, you can't leave." Hermione said. Oliver shook his head and turned around. Hermione grabbed his arm.
"Please don't leave. Your father needs you." Oliver glanced coldly at Hermione.
"I don't need him." He pulled from Hermione's grip and walked away, leaving Hermione with Adrian stuck in a book.
"I think I'd better tell you why I was turned into a book." Adrian suggested. Hermione nodded.
"I think so too."