About a week later, Oliver got the news that he had gotten the job at Hogwarts. He apparated excitedly to visit Natasha and walked into her office.

"Hey Ollie," she smiled.

He picked her up and spun her around.

"I take it you got the job," Natasha grinned at him.

"How did you know?"

"Just a hunch."

Before she could respond to Oliver, her boss walked in frowning at them. "I thought I advised you not to continue a relationship with him."

"Oliver's going to be the father of my children soon enough."

"He's probably just using you so he can get good press."

"I'm not using Natasha, I love her with all my heart and I can't wait to be the father of her children."

"It's either your job or some stupid fling that won't last," he said.

"I'm not losing Oliver again, so goodbye," she said.

"Good riddance."

Natasha stormed out of the office.

"Do you know how attractive you are right now?" Oliver asked smirking.

She smirked back and pulled him into a kiss. They broke apart.

"What are you going to do now?"

"I have a plan, I've been working on a book for a few months now."

Oliver nodded. "What type of book?"

"It's nothing like Lockhart's books, it's a romance book about a couple getting a second chance at love with each other."

Oliver smiled. "That sounds strangely familiar."

"What do you think my inspiration was?" she chuckled.

Oliver asked. "Do you think I could read some?"

"It's not really good so far but if you insist," she smiled.

Oliver nodded and they apparated to her house.

"Oh, it's nice to see you Oliver," MaryAnne greeted her daughter's boyfriend as they walked in.

"You too, Mrs. Butler," Oliver said politely.

"Call me MaryAnne, you're going to be my son-in-law soon enough."

"I suppose so."

Natasha pulled Oliver up to her room to show him her book. They laid on her bed as Oliver read the few chapters she had written.

"Are you kidding, this is amazing!" Oliver exclaimed.

"You think so?"

"I don't think so, I know so. You're so talented," he grinned earnestly.

She blushed at his praise.

"Though, I noticed they haven't had passionate sex like the inspirations," he smirked.

"That's coming probably in the next chapter or so," she smirked back at her boyfriend.

"You're amazing," he smiled kissing her deeply.

"Ollie?"

"Yes, love?"

"Did you ever have dreams or flashbacks of our relationship before we got back together?"

Oliver nodded. "Yes, I did. Though, I admit all of them were fantasies of what I wished I could do back when we were together. They were rather sexual in nature."

"I had some explicit dreams too but I chalked it down to pregnancy hormones at the time. Though, I continued to have explicit dreams about you after my pregnancy was over."

"That must've been awkward if you ever moaned my name while you were sharing a bed with your ex," Oliver chuckled deeply in her ear.

"Even though we were engaged we hadn't shared a bed since we had conceived our daughter in February 1999. Though, we shared this bed when we visited."

Oliver nodded.

"I know we're not even engaged but I want to talk about the possibility of me delivering another child stillborn," Natasha said.

"We can always adopt or have a surrogate, love. If that turns out to be the case."

"You'd be willing to adopt or have a surrogate?" she asked shocked.

Oliver smiled. "I am."

She teared up. "You're amazing."

"No, you're amazing," he replied wiping away her tears before kissing her deeply again.

His hands slid deftly under her shirt and they were halfway up to her breasts when there was a knock on the door. They pulled apart slightly sexually frustrated.

"Come in!"

"Hey Oliver, do you want to stay for dinner?" MaryAnne asked her daughter's boyfriend.

"Sure, Mrs But- er- I mean MaryAnne," he replied.

MaryAnne smirked noticing her daughter's boyfriend's hands under her shirt. "I was going to ask if either of you wanted to help with dinner but clearly you have other plans. There's condoms in the bathroom if you need them."

Natasha blushed deeply as her mum walked out of the room.

"You know one of the fantasies I had was making love to you in my childhood bed," Natasha winked.

"You want to continue then?"

"If you don't mind," she said.

Oliver gladly obliged and continued kissing her deeply. His hands sliding under her shirt again and fondling her breast. He soon discarded her shirt and bra on the floor eyeing her naked breasts hungrily.

"I think you should take off your shirt too," she suggested coyly.

Oliver took off his trousers instead and smirked at her as he crawled on top of her.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Oliver rolled off Natasha with a pout as Milo strode into the room.

"Can't you see I'm busy, Mi," she groaned covering her naked breasts with a nearby pillow.

"Oh, hi Oliver. I didn't know you were here."

Oliver waved slightly embarrassed about being caught for the second time trying to make love to his girlfriend.

"If you want to take a break from shagging one of my best friends I have someone who I'd like you to officially meet."

Natasha groaned. "Just give us a few minutes, okay?"

"Alright," Milo said walking out of the room.

Natasha reluctantly got up and pulled on her bra and shirt as Oliver eyed her longingly.

"It's not fair, I'm still bloody horny," Oliver whined jumping off the bed.

"Clearly," she winked at his erection.

Oliver pulled on his trousers, walked over to her and squeezed her arse hard.

She stifled a moan at the contact. "Fuck, Oliver."

There was another knock on the door and they walked downstairs reluctantly.

"Natasha, this is Randall," Milo introduced his soon to be boyfriend to his younger sister.

"It's nice to meet you, this is my boyfriend Oliver," she smiled as Oliver wrapped his arm around her waist.

"You too."

"It's time for dinner!"

The group sat down at the table and started to eat.

"So, where did you two meet?" Silas asked his son.

"At a bar. Natasha helped me pick him up and she got some attention from a few girls."

Oliver smiled at Natasha. "I don't blame them, you're gorgeous."

"I'm far from gorgeous, Ollie," she argued.

MaryAnne changed the subject. "So, what do you do?"

"I'm a mid-healer," Randall replied.

"So, you deliver babies?"

"I do. I know it's not a masculine job but I really enjoy it."

"This is delicious, MaryAnne," Oliver complimented his girlfriend's mum's cooking.

"Thank you Oliver."

After dinner Silas and Oliver began talking on the porch while everyone else was getting the dessert ready.

"You and my daughter are rather serious, aren't you?" Silas asked.

Oliver smiled. "We are. Your daughter is amazing."

"I always thought so. Though, she can be rather naive sometimes."

"She's told me everything that happened with her ex, I would never do anything like that to her I've loved her for too long."

"Five and a half months?"

Oliver chuckled. "Actually, we dated secretly in her seventh year."

"You did?"

"We did," Oliver confirmed with a smile as he saw Natasha walking towards them with two plates of treacle tart.

"Hey you two, everything okay?" she asked as Oliver greeted her with a kiss on the cheek before leading her to sit down practically on his lap.

"I just wanted to make sure you weren't rushing your relationship. I don't want to see my baby girl like that again," Silas said.

Natasha smiled. "Don't worry about that daddy, Ollie is nothing like Aaron. He worships the ground I walk on."

Silas nodded. "You have my blessing whenever the time comes that you want to propose."

"That's good to know, Mr. Butler," Oliver smiled.

"Call me Silas," he said getting up and walked away.

Oliver nodded as they started eating their treacle tart.

"This is bloody delicious," Oliver said gobbling up the last trace of pastry on his plate.

"It is, I can never get it right when I make it," she sighed.

Oliver put down the plate and took Natasha's hand as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"It's a beautiful night," Natasha smiled.

"Not as nearly as beautiful as you, " Oliver smiled.

The couple sat outside for a while. Natasha fell asleep on Oliver's shoulder.

"I wouldn't wake her up if I were you," Milo warned.

Oliver smiled and leaned over to kiss her forehead.

"Hey Ollie, how long have I been asleep?" Natasha asked, smiling at him.

"Maybe fifteen minutes or so."

Natasha replied . "I suppose that means I should go to bed."

"Okay, I should get going then unless I can join you," he winked cheekily.

Natasha giggled. "As tempting as that sounds, I think we should hold off."

Oliver kissed her goodbye and left. She walked back into her house with a huge smile on her face.

A few days later, Natasha was moving into Oliver's flat with the help of Silas, Craig and Milo.

"Did we carry everything in?"

"Just about."

"What's left?"

Natasha saw Oliver wink at his dad and she looked at her dad and brother confused. Oliver just came over and picked her up.

"Ollie, put me down," Natasha giggled.

He didn't respond, he just smirked and carried her over the threshold.

"I said put me down, Oliver Sebastian Wood!"

He gave her a kiss and put her down.

"Why did you do that?"

"I thought I'd carry you over the threshold."

"You'll have to do it again when we get married," Natasha smiled.

"Gladly," He smiled capturing her lips in another kiss.

The kiss deepened considerably. Oliver's arms just above her arse and her hands were tangled in his hair. Their tongues explored each other's mouths. Natasha moaned softly against Oliver's lips as she felt Oliver grin as she moaned.

"You two save that for later," Milo teased his sister and her boyfriend.

It was now later that night, Oliver and Natasha were getting ready for bed.

"Hurry up, I'm incredibly horny," Oliver complained.

"I'm coming, Mr. Insatiable," Natasha giggled.

"Not fast enough."

Natasha walked out of the bathroom in a sheer nightgown and kissed Oliver deeply. He pulled her down into his lap and deepened the kiss.

"Bloody hell, I love you," Oliver said resting his girlfriend on their bed.

"I love you too."

Oliver pulled up her nightgown, saw that she wasn't wearing any knickers and smirked.

"I knew there would be no question about us not shagging tonight."

Oliver asked. "I'm that predictable?"

"Maybe just a bit, Ollie," she smiled up at him.

"But I don't expect you to give into my desires all the time, love."

"I know, Ollie."

The brown haired man said. "As long as we understand each other but I'm still going to shag you until dawn or until you scream my name."

"What are you waiting for?"

Oliver smirked again, took his boxers and trousers off in one swift motion. Natasha eyed his practically throbbing erection.

"This is all for you my love."

"It better stay that way," she groaned as he got in position to ravish her.

"Of course it will," Oliver said as he entered her slowly.

Natasha clutched the bed sheets in anticipation for pleasure. A few seconds later, he had hit her sensitive spot and she let out a loud moan.

"That is almost as good as your laugh," he smiled.

"Oh, Ollie." she moaned bucking her hips.

They continued making love and then cuddled.