A/N: It was pointed out that I made kind of a big error in my later chapters, so I fixed them.

Chapter 12

It had been a few months since Hermione and Oliver decided that they would be in a relationship. They were taking things slow so that they could get to know each other more and after almost eight months, a few hundred dates and several late night kitchen visits together they finally seemed like they were in a good place in their relationship to go public.

Or more public. Of course there were already several people who knew, including a few very observant students.

Lying in bed together one lazy Sunday, Hermione and Oliver had stayed the night together enjoying each other's company (and nakedness), the Scot dropped a bomb.

"I want to take you to dinner with my sister and her family."

The essay she had been grading received a few ink spots as Hermione's hand had stopped right over the page from shock and hadn't moved. "Really?"

"Well yeah, but only if you're comfortable with it. I wouldn't force you to meet them or anything."

It took a few moments, but Hermione leaned in and placed a kiss on Oliver's swollen lips. "I would love to have dinner with them."

Suddenly the quill and parchment was out of her hand, thrown on the floor by Oliver who was already working his lips across her collar bone, the night shirt Hermione was wearing being unbuttoned simultaneously. Raking her fingers through the sandy brown hair of her boyfriend Hermione moaned.

The pair was synced together, like they had been having sex together for years and years. It seemed that Oliver knew all of Hermione's soft spots and Hermione his, both knew how to drive the other crazy with even the smallest touches. It wasn't as if either of them was unpracticed but it had been a long time (at least for Hermione) and being so knowing of each other's bodies so quickly lead to some amazing sex.

After they had finished, hair a mess and a small love bite rising on Oliver's neck they laid together holding hands and gasping for air.

Dear Margo,

How have you been? I've missed you all terribly and I'm so sorry I haven't been able to visit before now. I have so much to tell you both but first I want to tell you something truly shocking:

I've met someone. She's great and we've been seeing each other for a while. I want you to meet her, so I was wondering if we could pop by for dinner next Saturday.

Let me know.

Love you,

Oliver

Sending the letter off to his sister, Oliver shoved his hands in his robes finding a way to seem nonchalant. Nodding and saying hello to a few students he made his way to the Great Hall for breakfast.

"Good morning Hermione, Fillius." Oliver greeted warmly between Hermione and Professor Flitwick.

"I take it you've come from the owlery." Hermione grabbed a stray feather from his robes and laughed. "Sending good news?"

"The best, a letter to my sister in fact." The eggs that bad been in Hermione's mouth seemed to be trying to wrap their way around her esophagus. "Are you alright?"

Coughing Hermione nodded and took a sip of tea. "Go on."

"I was just saying that hopefully I would get a letter back from them this afternoon."

Seeing the apprehension written on Hermione's face Oliver softened his voice, "We don't have to do this if you don't want to, love."

"It's fine, just a little nervous is all. Let me know?"

With a nod Hermione grabbed the last of her toast and her mug of tea leaving to make her way back to the hospital wing. There weren't many visitors in her part of the castle unless someone was seriously injured and even then most of them were there to visit. She was lucky to be able to have days spent mostly to herself and her reading. A pot of tea sitting on her desk with a warming charm in place helped her feel calmer from Oliver's idea.

She decided to make a list so she could see things logically.

Pros

Intelligent

Funny

Makes me feel safe

Affectionate

Helpful

Handsome

Amazing in bed

Cons

There was really nothing to list for cons. Oliver really was amazing. He wasn't possessive or jealous, he didn't judge her, gave into her guilty pleasures…always finishes me off first.

Their relationship wasn't all about sex, but it did help.

With the exception being the Weasley's Hermione had never met any of her boyfriend's families. Ron wasn't exactly her boyfriend, but they had been very close to it and Hermione had met his entire family well before that even started.

But now she was scared, and for the first time Hermione thought of admitting defeat. She was sure that Oliver's family was lovely, she was just scared that they wouldn't like her. Perhaps she could take a drink of a calming potion before they left. No! You did not travel around the country for a year hiding from deatheaters and get tortured to sit here and complain about a boy wanting you to meet his parents!

"Madame Granger?" A timid voice reached her ears from the doorway and she realized she had closed he eyes to think.

"I'm so sorry dear, what's the matter?"

The young boy was holding onto his arm. "I think it's broken."

Leading him towards a bed Hermione waved her wand confirming his suspicions. "It is, but it's won't take long to fix. If you would drink this for me." Handing over a small phial of green liquid the boy downed it while Hermione mumbled a few charms. Instantly (and without pain) the boys arm was fixed, good as new. "Come see me tomorrow to make sure everything is alright but you should be okay for now."

With a smile the boy ran out of the room almost bumping into Oliver on the way.

"Hello there," Greeting the mediwitch Oliver recognized the same hesitant look from breakfast. "I just wanted to let you know that I got an owl back from my parents. But I can see that you're seriously rethinking going to dinner with them."

"It's not that Oliver," Sighing and sitting on the nearest bed Hermione tried to find the words to explain how she felt. "I do want to meet your parents, really. I'm just so nervous! I mean what if they don't like me? What if they think that I'm only after you because you're a world famous quidditch star or think that I'm crazy from the war and wanting to be a school healer."

"Hermione, I need you to understand something. You know how accepting the Weasley's are of people?" Brown curls nodded with a small frown on Hermione's pouted lips. "Mine are just as open of new people in their lives. All they will want is to meet you, learn about you, and see how good you are for their little boy. I promise everything will be alright and if it doesn't I understand if you want to end things."

Placing a soft kiss on her lips, Oliver stood and left the wing letting Hermione think over what he had said.

At dinner that night Hermione arrived smiling and nodding silently to Oliver as she tucked into her meal. Looking at her questioning what she meant, Hermione slipped her hand under the table and grasped at his free hand giving a squeeze.

"When are we going?"

Saturday night found Hermione standing in front of her wardrobe trying to find the perfect outfit to meet Oliver's family in. There were clothes strewn all over the place, tops that didn't look right on her, dresses that looked like she was trying too hard, and pants that were just awkward.

A knock at her door shook her from the reverie and when she let Oliver into her room with a defeated look all he could do was laugh.

"Just wear what you think is comfortable. Here, you look good in this."

He threw a pair of jeans and long sleeved shirt at her. She tugged the clothes on giving him a good look at her backside while she changed. She waved her wand and her hair flowed down her back in smooth waves and finally did some light makeup before announcing she was ready.

Walking out to Hogsmeade hand in hand and side along apparating, Hermione was happy to see that they had arrived at a cozy looking cottage surrounded by a cottage and whitewashed porch out front.

"Welcome to my home."

Oliver's sister and brother in law met them at the door giving him warm hugs before he introduced Hermione.

"Margo, Ryan, this is Hermione Granger."

"Oh Oliver, you didn't tell us you were bringing Hermione Granger to dinner." The woman looked almost like Oliver with sandy brown hair tumbling dow her shoulders, she cooed quietly to her him. "It's lovely to meet you dear." Bring the brunette in for hug the woman gave her son a knowing smile. Ryan shook her hand gently.

Dinner had been delicious and they all retreated to the sitting room afterwards with small coffee's where they set off to learn more about Hermione.

They tried their best to keep the war off of the table of conversation, but they slipped sometimes much to Oliver's chagrin. Hermione had taken it all in stride though answering all of their questions the best she could.

"Do how did you and Oliver meet?"

"Funny story that one," She started out with a laugh. "I was a healer at St. Mungo's and when Oliver was hurt I was the mediwitch in charge of his recovery. It was kind of a difficult job so I left and was offered the mediwitch position at Hogwarts. I didn't know when I accepted that Oliver would be there at the start of term, so that was a surprise. And we didn't really talk until he sent a student to me and from there it all just happened."

"Leave it to Oliver to harm a child to be able to speak with a girl."

"I didn't do it on purpose!"

"Of course not!" Hermione joked along. The rest of the night flew by with more conversation, until a yawn escaped Hermione's small mouth.

"We'd better get back to the castle," Oliver stood helping Hermione out of the chair. "It was great seeing you guys."

He almost looked sad to be leaving. It was obvious he loved and missed his family very much.

"It was a pleasure to meet you both."

"We hope you'll be back soon dear."

Walking out of the garden before waving a final good bye and apparating back to Hogsmeade, Hermione and Oliver smiled to each other.

Showing up in the village and walking hand in hand back to the castle, Oliver realized that things had gone much better than expected for Hermione. She seemed so at ease now.

"Feeling better about everything now?"

She nodded in response. "They were wonderful. But where were your nephews?"

"They really liked you. And we decided to not toss you head first into the chaos."

Reaching Hermione's portrait she wrapped her arms around Oliver's broad shoulders. Leaning back she locked lips with his gently.

"Hermione, I love you."

A/N: Well obviously this is a fluffy chapter. And I love it!