It was a couple days later, Oliver and Natasha were meeting up with their respective grandfathers and Natasha's grandmother.

"Hello dear," Doris greeted her granddaughter.

"Hey gran, this is Oliver or as like to call him Ollie," she grinned.

"It's nice to meet you, my husband and your grandfather are outside in the yard."

"You too, Mrs. Butler."

Natasha nodded and led Oliver to their backyard by the hand.

Before reaching their grandfathers they reluctantly dropped each other's hands.

"There you two are," Earl, Oliver's grandfather greeted.

"Hello grandpa, this is Natasha. Thanks for setting us up," he said.

Earl had identical eyes to Oliver. "It's nice to meet you, Natasha."

"You too, grandpa this is Oliver," she introduced.

"Nice to finally meet you," he said.

"You too, sir. Your granddaughter is great," he smiled.

"And your grandson is amazing, Earl," Natasha grinned her eyes twinkling mischievously.

The two older men looked confused at each other sensing some romantic tension between their grandchildren.

"Natasha, I think we should tell them," Oliver said looking at his grandfather's confused face.

"Okay, Ollie."

"How long have you been calling my grandson Ollie?"

"Since we dated at Hogwarts," she said.

"You two dated?"

"Yes, we dated secretly for my seventh year since he was terrified about what Milo would think. But Milo really wanted us together. He must get his thing for match making from you."

"Why did you two break up?"

Flashback September 24th 1996

Natasha sat on Oliver's couch writing her article for Rita Skeeter. She hated the woman but it was the only opening at the Prophet. She really wanted to work in the Sports section. She hated writing gossip columns.

A few minutes later, Oliver walked in.

"Hey Ollie," she greeted kissing him on the cheek.

He frowned. "Hey Natasha."

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

"What makes you think there's something wrong?" he asked.

"You rarely call me Natasha," she pointed out.

He sighed and sat on the couch his head in his hands.

"What's wrong?" she repeated sitting next to him resting her hand on his knee.

"I'm just frustrated, Natty," he said.

"About what?"

"I've been on the Puddlemere United reserve team for two years. I just thought I would've advanced to the actual team by now."

"You were scouted right out of Hogwarts, that's impressive!" she said.

"I don't want to be on the reserve team my whole career, Natty!"

"You just have to work hard. Good things come to those who wait, Ollie," she assured him patting his knee.

He sighed again.

"I want to talk about something else. When are we going to tell our families about us?"

"We can't. Milo isn't going to like the fact that I'm dating and shagging his baby sister on a regular basis."

She groaned and crossed her arms angrily. "I thought you would stop thinking that once I was of age but I suppose not. You still see me as an innocent little girl that needs her big strong brother's protection. I know Milo wouldn't care about us dating he might have to get used to the fact that I lost my virginity to you and that we shag on a regular basis."

Oliver looked up at her. "Maybe we should break up, I need to focus on Quidditch more."

"You can't be serious, Oliver! We can balance our relationship and our budding careers."

"If we do stay together, we still have to hide it from our families!"

"I don't want to hide it from our families anymore. This is the longest time I've kept a secret from my family. I hate keeping secrets. If you're not Gryffindor enough to tell my brother about us, then I suppose we're done. It was a mistake to even think I had a chance."

"I didn't ask you to plant one on me after the Quidditch Cup in my seventh year," he replied, crossing his arms.

She glared at him. "You're the one who kissed me a week before my seventeenth birthday!"

"No, you threw yourself at me!"

"I did nothing of the sort! You clearly enjoyed the kiss!"

"If you love me you'll keep us a secret until I have the courage to tell Milo!

"We definitely need some time apart for you to mature. I thought you'd be more mature about this since you're two years, seven months and nineteen days older than me and you always will be"

Oliver didn't say anything so she hurriedly grabbed some floo powder and floo'd home. Thankfully, nobody was home. She ran up to her room and cried.

"To conclude, I was a bloody idiot," Oliver said.

Natasha giggled. "But you're my idiot, Oliver. Gryffindors are known to be idiots."

Earl laughed. "I suppose it skips a generation."

"What do you mean?" Oliver asked.

"Your gran was a childhood friend's younger sister. He didn't go to Hogwarts. But I wasn't as scared to tell her brother like you were, Oliver."

"Milo would've given you a talking to but I'm sure he would've approved of you dating Natasha," Clarence said.

"He definitely would've."

Doris walked out to the backyard. "So, have they told you that they dated in school."

"Yes, we have gran," Natasha told her.

Doris nodded.

—

It was now time for the sleepover at Angelina's house.

"Hey Natasha," Angelina greeted.

"Hey Angelina."

"Alicia and Katie are in my room," she said.

Natasha nodded as Angelina led her up to her room.

"Natasha, truth or dare."

"Truth."

"Who was your first time unless you're still a virgin."

She laughed. "I'm definitely not a virgin."

"That seems quite personal, how about another question," Katie suggested.

"I'm willing to answer only if you three promise not to tell anyone. Especially you Ang."

"Why was your first time, George?"

She laughed. "Redheads are not my type. Though I do like quidditch players."

"Cedric Diggory?"

"No, he was attached to Chang's hip until he was murdered, poor girl."

"He was the most logical choice. I mean he played Quidditch, he's was a Hufflepuff."

"Viktor Krum?"

"Again he was preoccupied with someone else. I don't find seekers attractive."

"Marcus Flint?"

"No, he wasn't a Slytherin."

"That leaves Gryffindor or Ravenclaw."

"Oliver?" Angelina guessed recalling the way Oliver was looking at her when she was leaving the restaurant.

Natasha blushed as there was a collective gasp.

"That explains the way he was looking at you when we ran into you two at the restaurant a few months ago."

"You slept with our former Quidditch captain!"

Natasha smiled wistfully. "I did."

"I never thought there would be a girl special enough distract him from his beloved Quidditch," Angelina said.

"Just because they slept together doesn't mean they dated," Alicia said.

"We dated for all my seventh year but broke up in September 1996. I lost my virginity to him a few weeks after I finished Hogwarts."

"What happened, why did you break up?"

Natasha sighed. "We did love each other but he was rather frustrated that he was still on Puddlemere United reserve team after two years. I was frustrated that he didn't want to tell our families about our relationship since he was afraid of my brother."

"He got scouted right out of Hogwarts, that's something to be proud of," Angelina said.

"That's exactly what I told him but he's so bloody stubborn!" Natasha exclaimed.

The other three girls smirked at her.

"Oh, Merlin. I love that bloody stubborn and sexy man," Natasha sighed.

"Does he know how you feel about him?"

"He does."

"Why was he so scared of your brother?"

"Now that I think about it I can understand that he was so awkward to tell my brother that we were dating let alone shagging on a regular basis."

"When did you guys reunite?" Alicia asked.

She smiled at the memory. "I attended the first anniversary party with my fiancé at the time."

"Oh, you were engaged?"

"Yes, I was. We were engaged for about three months and I was two months pregnant when I visited. I admit was trying to make Oliver jealous when I admitted I expecting my fiancé's child in front of him."

"You were pregnant?"

"I was."

"So, you have a child?"

Natasha sighed. "I delivered my daughter stillborn right after my git of a fiancé admitted that he only proposed to get in my pants."

"That's horrible."

"It was."

"We assume Oliver knows all this?"

"He does."

They nodded.