If you recognize it, it's not mine. By the way if you have any constructive criticism that's fine tell me, but just plain criticism is mean and I honestly don't care about what you say if it's rude or mean. This is my story I will write it however I want, even if that makes Oliver into a giant and the Weasley parents dicks. Thank you for reading this far!
Hermione got out of bed and kicked the boys out so she could get ready for the day. After taking a long shower, and charming her hair into a loose plait, she started on her clothing. She ended up in a pair of high waisted black skinny jeans and a grey, long sleeve, cropped, knit sweater with a pair of red ballet flats. She decided she was ready and went downstairs for breakfast.
"Hey Hermione, are you still going to invite all the other girls over to go dress shopping or something?" Charlie asked.
"Umm, yeah I should probably do that soon, maybe I will send some letters before I leave, why?"
"Well Tonks was talking and by the sounds of things she, like you, has nobody to go with or be her matron of honor, I think she was going to ask you. She's even having Sirius walk her down the aisle."
"Speaking of walking down the aisle; I need someone to walk me. I think either Sev or Remus."
"I would really rather not, Hermione. It's not that I don't want to, but I think that's something Remus would be better for; he has been here for you longer."
"But you are more protective of her, Severus, more fatherly."
"Why don't you both do it?" Fred suggested.
"Yeah, that would work, Remus on the left, Severus on the right."
"Sounds good." Hormone said from her post by the owls, writing 6 identical letters inviting the others to go dress shopping with her. After all Tonks and Charlie would be marrying in two weeks. She sent them out just as Oliver walked into the kitchen.
"Hey Mia, are you ready?"
"Yup just let me grab my wand." She said taking a fake out of her pocket and holding her hand out in front of Sirius. He pouted but gave it back. Oliver smiled and led her to the entry room.
"Hey, do you mind if we meet my parents first? They have something they need to do later and we would probably miss them."
"Of course not, let's go." Hermione was biting her lip, a nervous habit she had that threw off the nonchalant voice she used. He smiled and put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into the floo.
"Come on and remember they don't bite... often." He smirked as he threw the floo powder and spoke their destination. "Wood Manor!"
When they stepped out on the other side they were met by two older people that she guessed were his parents. The man was almost an exact copy of Oliver, if not a little shorter, but had blond hair, he also looked about 50 or 60. The woman was much shorter than Oliver and only an inch taller than Hermione herself. She had Oliver's hair, but other than that there was almost no resemblance. So far this was going much better than her last visit to a manor.
They both seemed to be eyeing her as if she was going to grab something, turn tail, and run. Then again she was eyeing them too, just discreetly; ever since the war started, she had never been very trusting. Oliver may have gotten past her defenses, but that didn't mean his parents would.
Oliver led her over to the couch opposite the two chairs the older Woods were sitting in, and pulled her down beside him.
"Hermione these are my parents: Jeff and Carrie. Mom, Dad, this is Hermione. Despite what Rita Skeeter says, who may I remind you went to Azkaban, she is a very nice woman. That means stop glaring, and eyeing her up." Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her seat. The elder Woods seemed to take their son's word for it.
"So Hermione, what do you do for a living?" Mr. Wood asked.
"I don't have a permanent job at the moment, but I have an offer I am considering." Oh no this is not how this conversation should start!
"What do you mean permanent job?" Mrs. Wood asked.
"Well I have been working at two shops, helping my friends manage them, but after I was attacked in one of them I'm just working behind the scenes. You know making and creating products."
"What shops, and could you explain what you mean by making and creating products? Also did you say friends?" Mrs. Wood rapid fired.
"Well yes, friends, they own the two shops. One of them is Snape's Apothecaries. I help Severus make the potions so he can do research, which I sometimes help with, for new potions he's working on. The other is Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. Fred and George usually have me help make the more popular products they can't keep stocked and I help come up with, and test, some of the new joke products."
"I never pictured you as a prankster, what products have you created?" Mr. Wood and Oliver were silent knowing nobody could stop Mrs. Wood. Mr. Wood was listening trying to figure more out about her, while Oliver was hoping it would stop soon.
"Well, the Boat Horn Wake up Calls was my creation, that's how I wake Sirius and Remus in the morning. So were the Chicken makers, they aren't out yet but should be in a few days. That's how I wake Charlie up and they found it hilarious."
"Just how many people do you live with?"
"Only six, well seven starting Tuesday."
"Who do you live with?"
"Well there is Charlie, Fred, and George Weasley. Then Remus Lupin-"
"You live with a werewolf?" Mrs. Wood asked in disgust.
"Yes I do. In fact he's one of the people walking me down the aisle at the wedding. Then there is Sirius Black-"
"The mass murderer?"
"No, he isn't a mass murderer; he was proven innocent because he didn't commit murder! Siri would never hurt his friends, Peter Pettigrew would and that's who did. Finally we have Nymphadora Tonks, who is marrying Charlie in two weeks, moving in on Tuesday and of course Severus Snape."
"You live with Severus Snape? I could handle you working for him from time to time, but living with him as well as five other men? No I can't accept that."
"Well you are just going to have to get used to it; he's the other person walking me down the aisle."
"No, absolutely not! How do we know you aren't sleeping with them all? Add that to the fact that you're living with oh let's see: Two pranksters, a mass murderer, a dangerous creature, and a death eater! This is not acceptable!"
"SHUT UP! Now I'm sorry to yell and I will apologize now for snapping at you, but you deserve it! These people are my friends; we have all saved one another in one way or another.
"That 'mass murderer' is the man who saved my life in third year from thousands of dementors. He is Harry's godfather and my friend.
"The two pranksters saved me from having a nervous breakdown in fifth year before my OWLs and I saved one of them from certain death and the other from a life of depression without his twin.
"The 'dangerous creature' is the kindest man I know. He risked his life time and time again, coming back almost dead each time, trying to get the werewolves on our side of the war! He has been ostracized his whole life and can't keep a job, he NEEDS to live with Sirius because he can't afford anything, including clothing!
"Then there is Charlie who you seemed to have missed. He is kind and patient, he is like my older brother. He was the person I latched onto after all the dust settled because he was there.
"Finally Severus, sure he started as a death eater, but he joined our side one month in after his childhood friend was murdered, even though he begged Voldemort not to kill her. He killed Dumbledore because of an unbreakable vow with said man who gave the orders for him to do it. He was already dying. He saved me and Charlie's life while I was saving his from a snake bite.
"You don't get to judge them. I became closer to them in two weeks of living together than I did in 7 years with Harry and Ron, who I can't even speak to anymore without a marriage proposal. You don't get to judge them because you got the easy job in the war, sit back until the final battle, we were fighting all along.
"This is my family you're talking about and you should know I won't sleep with them because I don't want to, in fact I'm still a virgin. These are the men that get no sleep because as soon as they fall asleep I wake them with my nightmares and they stay up the rest of the night making sure I sleep." Hermione's temper was flared and, sure, she ranted to and insulted her future in laws but hey, they deserved it. She hoped they learned their lesson.
"What would you have experienced to have nightmares?" Mrs. Wood scoffed, Oliver groaned, and Hermione smiled at him to let him know she wasn't angry with him.
"Well let's see shall we? In fact why don't we go by years in the wizarding world?
"First year: attacked by troll, almost died. Attacked by three headed dog named Fluffy; attacked and almost killed by flying keys; played a life sized game of wizarding chess as one of the pieces, watching as one of my friends at the time was almost killed sacrificing himself. And those are just the worst of it.
"Second year: attacked and petrified by a basilisk. Do you know what it's like to be petrified? Muggles call it locked in syndrome, you can think and feel, but you can't move or talk. It's terrifying.
"Third year: attacked by dementors several times and then attacked by a werewolf without his wolvesbane. Then by a fucking lying rat named Peter Pettigrew, who killed thirteen muggles, framed Sirius for his death, and betrayed Lily and James Potter.
"Fourth year was spent running around trying to keep Harry alive and then my friend Cedric was killed in the tournament. The tournament that Dumbledore the great idiot decided would be a good idea even though he knew Harry's name would likely be put into the cup.
"Fifth year we had the toad running around and scarring people with a blood quill. Have you ever written with a blood quill? No, well it fucking hurts. 'I will respect my betters' is now scarred into my hand. Then I almost died in the department of mysteries when Antonin Dolohov sent an unknown curse at me.
"Sixth year I spent grieving for my lost parents, whom I had to Obliviate all memories of me from to keep them safe, only to have them die in a plane crash on the way to Australia. And also consoling Harry after Sirius almost died.
"Then finally what was supposed to be my seventh year was spent with little or no food, camping on the forest of dean, killing little pieces of Voldemort's soul. Did you know he had horcruxes? Yeah by the look on your face I would say no, well he had seven. I helped kill and find them all. As well as the final battle where all the people I love almost died several times over.
"Still not enough? Well I guess there was also the time I was tortured in the drawing room of Malfoy Manor by Bellatrix. Yeah about 40 minutes under her cruciatus curse, almost raped by Greyback and three others, only to be saved by Lucius Malfoy, and handed back to good old Bella, who by the way carved this into my arm and stabbed me twice. Harry and Ron didn't even notice the wounds, they only know about the cruciatus. Add to that breaking into Gringotts and flying out on a dragon and jumping off, when you're terrified of heights.
"So yeah, I don't trust easily and trust me any chance for you being trusted has been lost. You need to show trust to earn it. As you can see I do have plenty of nightmare material, now I'm sure I should say nice to meet you and leave gracefully, but I'm not a big enough person. Thus my goodbye, I hope you have a terrible day, and I will see you at the wedding, if you decide to come with all the scum around." Hermione rose gracefully and took Oliver's offered hand. They walked to the floo and went to the Wood Summer Home.