I wrote this for fun one day, I suppose I'll finish it if I get enough reviews hint hint Anyway enjoy.

Liz aka L'eau Goddess

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter stories nor the characters therein...J.K. Rowling does.

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FLASHBACK

"Oliver, I love you."

"I love you too Hermione," he uttered sincerely, completely misunderstanding what I meant.

"No, Oliver, I'm in love with you," I said barely above a whisper. His eyes widened and his jaw opened just the tiniest bit. "I know we've been best friends forever, and I know you think of me as your sister, but I can't help it. One day, it wasn't Oliver Wood, my best friend standing up for me, it was Oliver Wood, Quidditch Captain extrodinaire and very handsome man. You've grown up Ollie." He opened his mouth as if to speak, so I quickly continued. I needed to let him hear this with no interruptions. "I couldn't help that my feelings grew along with you. I'm sorry to put this on you right before you leave, but I needed to tell you. I couldn't let another day, much less another year, go by without telling you." My eyes darted around the room, to the long velvet drapes adorning the window, the thick crimson carpet, anywhere but his chocolate eyes. I could feel myself blushing in my telltale sign of embarrassment and nervousness, but all he said was,

"Oh boy."

"Oliver, please say something, anything." I pleaded. Even if it was negative, I needed to know that he didn't hate me.

"Hermione, I...I have absolutely no idea what to say. I feel like I've just been hit with a two ton bludger in the stomach." At any other time, I would have smiled at his adorable expression, but now was definitely not the time to smile.

"You don't...don't hate me do you?" I questioned, bringing up my worst fear, tears welling in my eyes. Oliver looked me straight in the eyes as he answered.

"Of course not! I could never hate you Hermia, I just, I'm very confused. I've never thought of you as more than just a little sister to protect and look after. This is all completely new for me." I felt the bile rising in my throat as my lips formed the words that would change my life forever.

END FLASHBACK

Here I am, Hermione Jane Granger, thirty years old, working at Flourish and Blotts, and single. I never conceived that I would be nearly middle aged without a husband or a family, but that seems to be the way life has worked out.

TBC...If the readers want it...

P.S. The story needs a title, any ideas?