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The man in the white coat looked rather important. And he also looked rather annoyed.

The pandemonium immediately ceased when he appeared, the security guards hurried to pull themselves upright, and the secretary was looking shamefaced. Quite rightly in Oliver's opinion, she had been screaming indignantly.

All at once Hermione, Oliver and the two burly guards opened their mouths to explain themselves. However, the man in the white coat held up his hand as if to say 'I don't want to hear it'. The hand gesture reminding Oliver of Snape, somewhat.

"On second .?docid=23581395hough, I don't think I need an explanation. In fact, if you could follow me please, Miss Granger, Mr. Wood? I'm sure we can tend to your injuries in a somewhat more dignified manner.

With that, he swept his white coat around and began to march down the corridor. Hermione and Oliver shared a very confused look, before remembering they hated each other and promptly began jogging after him.


Within ten minutes Hermione found herself in a semi-private room. It was white and clean, and smelled like sterile…if sterile had a specific smell that is. In fact it was just like all other hospitals, only magical.

A blue curtain was pulled across the middle of the room, giving her an adequate amount of privacy. Although she didn't really need it, they were only going to fix her hands. She could sense someone on the other side of the curtain, but she didn't mind much.

Her hands ached terribly, however she had almost forgotten why she was even at St. Mungo's after the fiasco in the waiting room. Too busy trying to control Oliver she supposed. She let out a frustrated sigh. Story of my life, she thought. Controlling that wretched oaf.

A young man ruffled through the curtain and pulled her from her thoughts. Hermione's jaw just about hit the floor. This wizard was gorgeous! Brown hair spilled messily onto his forehead, just skimming over blue eyes. His nose was perfectly centered and he a fantastic set of teeth behind those lovely lips of his! As the daughter of two dentists, Hermione had always found that perfect teeth were somewhat of a deal breaker for her.

"Miss Granger? Wow, it certainly is a pleasure to meet you! I'm Doctor Jacob Richards. I'd shake your hand but…well, you know!" He laughed at his own joke, and Hermione found herself smiling somewhat goofily. "Okay, let's jump right in then shall we? Let me see your hands."

He spent a while ghosting his hands over hers, feeling for damage. For him, it was clearly very professional. For Hermione, however, well…she had always had a doctor fantasy.

"Right, it seems you have multiple fractures, nothing serious, I can fix it right up no problem." He flashed that perfect smile again.

"Thank you" It was the first time she had spoken since meeting him, and she was terribly embarrassed to hear her voice wobble slightly. She mentally shook herself. She needed to stop acting like a bloody third year for Merlin's sake!

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you inflict this much damage on yourself? Fighting are we?" He looked up from her hands and sent her a wink. Hermione's blush was redder than Ronald's hair.

"Oh! No, no not at all! It's uh – umm, work related! Yes. Work related." She stammered. "I punched a door. Repeatedly, actually."

"Really? Do you punch a lot of doors in your line of work then? " He laughed. "Or is this just a Sunday thing?" Hermione couldn't help but snort.

"It's an everyday thing when you work close to Oliver Wood!"

He nodded with a look of understanding on his face. "I just saw to wood actually. He point blank refused to tell me how he had gotten in such a state. I thought it had something to do with Harry Potter actually, after seeing the paper this morning. I guess not." He looked pointedly at her hands. "Is that why you hit him? Are you two dating or something?"

"Merlin, no!" Hermione exclaimed. "Not at all what you think! I'm his publicist, basically. I'm the reason you don't see stories like that all the time!"

"Oh! Great! I-I mean, you know. That's good." It was his turn to stutter now. "Just that you're far too good of a person to be treated badly. My word, this is slightly unprofessional of me. My apologies, Miss Granger. When I'm around a beautiful woman I just can't help myself!"

Hermione felt like she was blushing from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair. Usually, men were intimidated by her. No one was ever this frank with her. It was usually Hermione having to make the first move, men just didn't like to go there with her. Now however she was in untreaded waters, and she rather liked it. He was giving her a choice, sit there and smile prettily whilst waiting for him to make the first move, or take the reigns and be in control of the situation.

Hermione couldn't remember that last time she was utterly speechless. She honestly had no idea what to say.

"Listen," Dr Richard's said. "I don't want you to think I have a habit of asking my patients to dinner, but are you terribly busy tonight? I know of a lovely Italian restaurant in muggle London."
She opened her mouth to say 'Yes! Of course!', but, to her horror, no words left her lips. And she sat there gaping like a fish.

He grinned. "Great! I'll see you there at 8 then! " He gave her the name and address of the restaurant, winked and left the room.
When she was quite sure he was not longer in hearing distance, Hermione let out a girly squeal and a giggle. Then she made a mental note to stop by Ginny's and having a mini panic attack until her friend agreed to help her get ready.

She practically skipped out of the room.

Unfortunately, Hermione had been so wrapped up in thoughts of what was sure to be the most romantic evening of her life, she failed to notice the scowling figure of Oliver Wood sitting on just the other side of the curtain.

She also failed to notice that little gleam in his eyes that, to anyone who knew him, meant that he was starting to scheme.


The first thing Oliver did upon leaving the hospital was apparate to the doorstep of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. If he was going to do this thing properly, he was going to need help.

And together, Fred and George could do pretty much anything.


A/N: Ooooh! What's gonna happen? I can't wait to write some Fred, George and Ginny. I have to say that they are my favourite Weasleys!