It was a few nights later, Oliver and Natasha were going on their first real date. Natasha was getting ready for said date when Oliver arrived.

"I'll be right down. Ollie!" she yelled.

"Okay!"

She really hoped the third degree wasn't too harsh.

"You look beautiful, love," Oliver smiled at her as she walked towards him.

She smiled. "You look quite handsome as well, Oliver."

He grinned and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"What are you plans with my daughter tonight?" Silas asked.

"I'm afraid that's a surprise, Mr. Butler," Oliver smiled.

"Will you have her back at a reasonable time?" he asked.

"Dad, I'm 22. I don't need a curfew."

"I'll have her back at a proper time."

Silas nodded and Milo said. "Alright, you two. Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"We won't."

The two of them left.

"I'm surprised my dad didn't scare you off, Ollie," she teased.

Oliver joked puffing out his chest. "Nothing scares me, Natty. I'm a big brave Gryffindor."

"I'm sure something scares you."

"Only the thought of losing you again scares me," he admitted tightening his grip around her waist.

She looked lovingly into his brown eyes. "Same here."

They reached their first destination and walked in.

"The Wood party of two," the host said a few minutes later.

"Yes," Oliver said.

The host led them to a table and they sat down.

"How did you manage to get a reservation here? This is one of the most exclusive restaurants in the Wizarding World."

Oliver said. "Let's just say Flint owed me a favor."

Before Natasha could ask who 'Flint' was a black haired man walked up to the table. "Hello Wood."

"Hello Flint."

"So, is this the lucky lady that you made these reservations for?"

Oliver smiled. "This is Natasha Butler."

Natasha smiled shyly at him.

"I don't remember a Butler in your year, you robbing the cradle Wood?" he teased.

"I was a couple years below Oliver and a Hufflepuff."

"I've always had a soft spot for Hufflepuffs. My best friend was a Hufflepuff, she never thought of Slytherin as bad," Marcus smiled.

Natasha smiled back. "I have a Slytherin best friend too."

Before Marcus could respond the waiter delivered their drinks.

"I'll leave you two alone now."

The two of them nodded.

"So, what are you thinking of getting?"

"I'm not really sure, I've never been here."

Oliver remembered how anxious Natasha would get at new places. "I'll order for you, if you'd like."

"Just this once, Ollie."

Oliver nodded and ordered the food. Natasha leaned over and took Oliver's hand and began drawing hearts.

"I hope you don't mind the calluses on my hand," he said.

She smiled. "I think they're sexy. It shows how dedicated you are to Quidditch."

"You know Madame Hooch has been trying to recruit me ever since Hogwarts reopened to be the new flying coach," Oliver mentioned.

"She has?"

"Yeah, do you think I should take her up on the offer?"

"I think so."

Oliver nodded. "I'll finish the season and then take her up on the offer."

"It's a good thing you only teach first years. I don't have to worry about any of the seventh year girls trying to make a move on you," Natasha teased.

"You know I've only had eyes for you since my seventh year, Natty."

"Same here, Ollie," she smiled as Oliver leaned over and kissed her.

The food was delivered and they ate and blatantly flirted. After they finished they paid and walked out of the restaurant.

"I'm so full!" Oliver exclaimed as they walked out of the restaurant.

"That's what you get for gorging yourself," she teased poking him.

Oliver smiled. "I remember whenever I ate too much you would rub my stomach."

"You sneaky little lion."

Oliver smiled, opened his door and threw himself on the couch as she sat next to him. She began rubbing circles on his stomach.

"My stomach is feeling so much better," Oliver smiled up her.

"This will teach you to not eat so much," she teased.

Oliver chuckled and fell asleep. It couldn't get better than this.

—

The next morning Natasha woke up with Oliver's head still resting on her lap. She smiled down at him he looked so cute. She carefully put a pillow under his head and got up. She decided to send a patronus to her family.

"How long has your patronus been a rooster?" Oliver asked walking into the room greeting her with a kiss on the cheek.

"Since my seventh year, what's your patronus?"

"I couldn't cast one at first but I can now. It's a cute but very fierce bottlenose dolphin."

"You know patronuses are known to change when you fall in love," Natasha smiled at him.

"That makes sense, I was finally able to cast a patronus around my 20th birthday and that's while we were together."

Natasha smiled and gave him a kiss. He immediately deepened the kiss as she tangled her hands in his already tousled hair.

"You must remember that I don't put out after one date, Mr. Wood," Natasha teased.

"I remember, Miss Butler," he teased back as he pulled away.

Natasha smiled. "I should get back home."

"Alright, Natty."

She kissed him goodbye as he tried to swat her arse.

"Hands to yourself Mr. Wood," she scolded.

He groaned.

—

Natasha and Oliver have been back together for a few weeks now. Natasha was getting ready to go meet his family. She was incredibly anxious.

"The rest of my family will love you, Natty," Oliver assured her.

"I hope you're right, Ollie," she sighed.

Oliver knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer the door.

"Hello sweetie," a blonde woman greeted.

Oliver wasn't expecting to see his Aunt Wera. "Hey Aunt Wera."

"It's so nice to see you, this must be Natasha," she smiled at her nephew's girlfriend.

"Yes, this is Natasha," Oliver grinned.

"It's nice to meet you, Natasha. I'm Oliver's aunt Wera."

"It's nice to meet you too," Natasha said as Oliver led her into the house.

"Oliver!" a younger brunette girl exclaimed running towards him.

"Hey Em," he greeted lovingly.

"It's nice to finally meet you, I'm Emma, Oliver's sister."

"You too. I don't remember you going to Hogwarts."

Emma said. "I was a Ravenclaw but I was in Ginny Weasley's year."

"Okay."

Oliver led her to the living room where the rest of his family was situated.

"Hey cuz," his cousin Michael greeted.

"Hey Mike. This is my girlfriend, Natasha," Oliver introduced grinning.

"It's nice to meet you."

Oliver continued the introductions to his family. The couple sat down hand in hand.

"So, Oliver mentioned that you work for the Prophet in the Sports section?"

"I do."

"So, you and Oliver have been together for a few weeks?"

The couple shared a look. "Yes, but this isn't the first time we've been together."

"It isn't?"

"No, we dated all my seventh year but broke up in September 1996," Natasha explained.

"What happened?"

Oliver sighed. "It was my fault, I was very scared to tell Natasha's older brother Milo that we were dating. Even though she insisted he wouldn't care."

"Which he didn't," Natasha said.

They continued talking.

"So, what do your parents do?"

"My dad is a retired unspeakable, my mum is a stay at mum."

Sharon nodded.