It was a couple days later, Natasha was visiting her paternal grandparents.
"Hey sweetie," her grandfather Clarence greeted her.
"Hey grandpa."
"How have you been, dear?" he asked inviting her in.
"I've been well."
Her grandma Doris got up from the couch to greet her granddaughter.
"So, how's the Prophet?"
"My work is going well. I really enjoy it."
Doris nodded.
"So, I want some great grandkids to spoil. I know you delivered a daughter stillborn."
She sighed. "I did. The father of the child only proposed so I would sleep with him."
"That bastard!" her grandma swore. You would expect her grandpa to have the mouth but Doris was the mouthy one.
"I know you're only twenty two but I want some great grandkids to spoil, I can set you up with a friend of mine's grandson. I think his name is Oliver."
Natasha suppressed a smirk. "What's his last name?"
"Wood. He seems like a nice lad."
"I'd be willing to give him a shot," she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
"I'll contact Ralph," he said walking away.
Doris noticed the look in her granddaughter's eye. "What are you hiding?"
"I've known Oliver since Hogwarts. He was in Milo's year and a Gryffindor. We dated in my seventh year and I lost my virginity to him."
"Let your grandfather have this," she told her granddaughter.
"Okay, gran," she giggled.
Her grandma chuckled along with her granddaughter.
"What are you two laughing about?" he asked walking back in the room and looking at his wife and granddaughter.
"Nothing that concerns you, dear," Doris said.
Clarence nodded still confused.
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It was a couple days later, Natasha was waiting for Oliver to arrive at their date that their grandfathers set up.
"Hey Natty," he greeted kissing her cheek.
"Hey Ollie," she smiled.
They sat down.
"So, did you tell your grandfather that we already know each other let alone dated and shagged?"
"I didn't have the heart, he was too tickled that I actually agreed to the set up."
"My grandfather was the same but my gran knows," she said.
Oliver nodded.
"My grandfather really wants great grandchildren to spoil."
"So, does my grandfather."
She sighed. "I really want kids but I had a traumatic experience while giving birth."
Oliver leaned over and took her hand.
"I delivered my daughter stillborn after Aaron revealed that he only proposed to get in my knickers," she sighed.
"That bastard!" Oliver swore loudly getting the attention of the other patrons of the restaurant.
"I was devastated because I actually cared about that bastard and our child. I felt so stupid for falling for him."
"You're not stupid, Natty. If I remember correctly you were one of the smartest in your year."
"I was, wasn't I?"
"You were. You just have bad interpersonal skills," he laughed standing up and pulling her into a hug.
"Like you're much better, Mr. Quidditch-is-my-life," she teased poking his chest.
Oliver sighed. "I suppose we can work on them together."
"We can."
He sighed. "I wish none of that happened to you, Natty."
"Me too."
Oliver promised "You'll never feel that way again, Natty."
She sniffled. "Thanks Ollie."
"No problem, Natty."
She sighed against his chest. "I love the way my nickname sounds with your Scottish brogue."
"I'm going over to the Weasleys in a few weeks. Would you like to come with me?"
"Aren't you really close with them?"
"Yes, I am. Especially Percy and George."
Natasha nodded against his chest again. "I'd love to go. I hope they like me."
"They will," he assured her resting his chin on her head.
The two of them separated from the hug and went their separate ways.