Chapter 2 – Goodbye Again

The club was already thumping out music that could be heard from the bottom of the street, but luckily as it was still quite early on and a queue had yet to form so Hermione and Oliver slipped inside quickly.

Once inside Oliver grabbed Hermione's hand and led her through the mass of bodies to a table that had a couple just getting up. As soon as their backsides were off the chairs Oliver ran for it and sat quickly before anyone else could steal the prime spot.

"That was a good spot of table stealing." Hermione praised as she joined them.

"I didn't steal it they were leaving." Oliver retorted.

"Yes but they had been waiting for longer than us." Hermione pointed over to another couple that were looking at them with annoyance while they shuffled off to find another seat.

"So milady I shall be so kind as to get the first round, what'll it be?" Oliver asked as he got up from the table.

"I'll have whatever you're having." She shouted to him over the music.

A little while later Oliver returned with two cool beers and sat down in the chair next to Hermione. He went on to tell her all about his time in the Magpies while they drank their beverages. The time passed quickly as their conversation turned from work to how Oliver was coping with all the attention he was getting from his fans.

Hermione was laughing at a story he was telling her about an obsessed fan who had collected ever picture possible of Oliver and pasted them to her bedroom wall until the whole room was covered with his face. Then the fan sent picture of the room to Oliver in a hope to impress him with her devotion.

"Oh you poor thing!" Hermione deadpanned. "It must be horrible to be loved by so many people, to be so adored and wanted. However do you cope?"

"I know it's just terrible." He smiled. "Now come and dance with me my feet are itching to show off their moves."

He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the mass of bodies out on the dance floor. They danced happily through three songs, each time drawing a little closer, before getting another drink.

This was the pattern they stuck to through the night dance then drinks then dance again then have another drink. So it wasn't long before the drunken wave of loosing all inhibitions washed over them. Their dancing became more wild and loose although they did stumble a little more. Their bodies were closer together and they were putting their arms round each other without being self-conscious.

The next round, they decided, was to be vodka shots. By the time that alcohol had added to the rest that was currently washing round their system a slow song had been put on and everyone was swaying to the music. Hermione grabbed Oliver, proclaiming in a very loud voice how she loved this song, and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. Oliver responded by placing his hands at her waist.

They looked into each other's eyes and slowly, very slowly; Oliver brought his head down to Hermione's and their lips met.

Hermione's mind was cast back to the first kiss they had shared together. It had been the first class Oliver had taught them; he had said that Hermione was disrupting the lesson and gave her a detention. She had gone to his office that evening to serve her wrongly given detention, ready to give him a piece of her mind. Knocking upon is door she started to speak as he opened it, telling him how unfair he was being but he simply grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. Once the door had shut with a soft click he took her in his arms and kissed her.

Ever since then they had spent every spare moment together. It had been a thrill for them, trying not to get caught and having a secret that just the two of them could share. Hermione remember the rush she would get when they sneaked off together and sometimes getting so very close to being seen. For once Hermione Granger wasn't the boring little goody two shoes everyone expected her to be, she was daring and fun.

"How about we go back to my place?" Hermione whispered seductively into Oliver's ear. He nodded slowly and led her out of the club.

When they got outside they slipped down a dark, deserted alley and apperated back to Hermione's flat.

Once there clothes were quickly discarded and their kisses became faster and more urgent. Hands travelled over the other's body as they both reacquainted themselves with the person they once knew.

The next morning Hermione awoke with a groan. Looking over at the clock she saw it read eleven thirty. There was a sharp throbbing in her head and parts of the night before eluded her memory. Unfortunately there was one part that she remembered and he was lay snoring next to her. She slowly sat up. Trying not to move her head at all if possible, and staggered into the bathroom where she threw up into the sink.

After clearing up her mess and scrubbing at her teeth with lots toothpaste Hermione went into her kitchen to get a large drink of water and as many painkillers as she could take in one go without it being harmful. She swallowed the two tablets and collapsed onto her sofa where she lay in silence until Oliver walking into the room disturbed her.

"Morning." He muttered wearily.

Hermione grunted a response and pointed out the painkillers to him also. He gladly popped two from the packet and downed them.

"Want anything to eat?" Hermione asked after a long pause.

"I don't think my stomach would be able to handle it." Oliver replied.

"Yeh me either." Hermione sighed and rolled away from the window that sunlight was now pouring through causing her to squint and making her headache worse.

She, instead, looked at Oliver and tried to figure out how she was going to tell him. He was still a dear friend to her and when it had ended last time it had not been on a bad note, but more of a mutual agreement. Hermione remembered it well.

It had been the last week of term and Hermione was sat on Oliver's desk swinging her legs over the edge. It had been a topic playing on her mind for quite a while but she hadn't wanted to bring it up. But finally she opened her mouth and spoke.

"Oliver, in a week I shall have left school and you shall be returning to The Magpies to play. I guess it's time we end this. It would be silly to try to keep it going. You will be travelling all over the world and I want to try and get my book published."

"You're right." Oliver sighed, "As usual, of course. I do not want it to end badly though, I mean if we see each other on the street I still want us to be able to talk without feeling uncomfortable."

"Yes I would like that too." Hermione said with a smile.

"Now get over here and kiss me, we still have a week to enjoy ourselves."

The next week they had parted with a hug and a smile, no bitter feelings and very little hurt.

But now a year later would Hermione just be able to bring up the subject again and would Oliver be just as happy to be dumped?

"Oliver?" She asked cautiously.

"Yes Hermione?" He turned to face her and saw the expression playing on her face "Ah I see, well don't feel too bad because I agree with you."

"You do?" Hermione asked with a smile.

"Yes I do, the Magpies are starting a new season I'm going to be training every day. And you, you have your second book to be writing and all the interviews and publicity events of the first."

"Neither of us needs a relationship right now; it would be unfair on the other."

"See you and I think so much alike." Oliver said with a grin and pulled her into a hug. "So I better leave I guess. Well Hermione Granger it was great seeing you again, you are even more beautiful than I remembered. I hope I see you again soon, if our schedule allows it, of course."

With that he gave her one last kiss and disapperated with a 'pop' leaving Hermione stood in the middle of her flat all alone. She sighed and walked over to her desk and pulled out her laptop. She turned it on and pulled up the file that contained her second book, after flexing out her fingers she set to typing. That was a good thing about being muggle born, she thought, you still had modern technology.

The first book she had written had been entirely by hand and had taken her such a long time to do, as every time she changed her mind she would have to cross a lot of it out, but with this one she could simply delete it with a push of a button.

Her first book had been a huge best seller and reached the number one in the selling list in just a week from when it was released. It had been a fictionalised version of what had gone on in their first year at Hogwarts. Her second book would be about the second year and so on until she covered all seven years.

Of course for the books she needed Harry and Ron's help for the parts when she was not there to experience it first hand. Such as in their second year what had happened in the chamber of secrets as she had been in the hospital wing, petrified.

She grabbed the pages of notes she had and quickly read through them before continuing with the next chapter.

Once the words had started flowing out of her she lost all awareness of the goings on around her. Once the chapter was complete she looked up to see that three hours had passed. It was now three thirty and she was expected at The Burrow at four thirty for dinner.

She saved her document and backed it up on a floppy disk before shutting down the laptop and stepping into the shower. She quickly lathered shampoo into her hair before washing it out then followed with conditioner. Grabbing a towel she wrapped it around her body and sat at her dresser. She sat at her dresser and combed through her hair before reaching for her wand. She muttered a spell that dried her hair and turned towards her wardrobe.

She pulled out a brown skirt that went to three inches above her knee and a hot pink v-neck sleeveless t-shirt. She looked at the clock and saw it was already quarter past four. She quickly did her make-up and apperated to The Burrow.

She knocked upon the door and was greeted with a hug.

"Hermione my dear please do come in!" Mrs Weasly said warmly as she let Hermione out of her arms.

"Hello Mrs Weasly." Hermione smiled.

"Oh please do call me Molly dear." She instructed as she moved to let Hermione past.

Hermione went into the living room where Harry, Ron and Ginny were sat.

"Hermione!" Ginny smiled as she saw her friend walk in "I'm so sorry about leaving you alone yesterday, we'll go clubbing next Friday for sure I'll pay to make up for us not going this week."

"Oh but I did go." Hermione said with a smile.

"What? Alone?" Ginny asked looking shocked.

"No of course not, that would have been a terrible bore! No, I bumped into Oliver in the Three Broomsticks and he came with me."

"Oliver? Oliver Wood?" Ginny squealed. As Hermione's best friends Ginny, Harry and Ron had been told of Hermione's relationship with Oliver. But only once it had ended so there was no way Hermione could have gotten in trouble.

"Well did you have a good time?" Ginny asked with a sly smile.

"He seemed happy enough when he left this morning." Hermione laughed as Ginny took in the news with a delighted scream.

"Well we really don't need to hear this." Ron grumbled as he and Harry walked out into the back garden.

"Finally you have a boyfriend! Mum will be pleased." Ginny said hugging her friend.

"Oh no, I'm not going to date him now!" Hermione corrected her friend.

"What? Why not?" Ginny asked, scandalized.

"I've told you I'm not in a place in my life where I want a relationship. Why is that so very hard for you to take in?"

"So what you're just giving up on men?" Ginny asked, bewildered.

"No! I'm just not going to get into a relationship with any of them, but that doesn't mean I can't have some fun!" Hermione said with a laugh.

"So you're just scared of commitment then?" Ginny accused.

"No I just want to concentrate on my work for now and I can't do that if I am tied down by a man. This was I can up and leave to promote my book where ever I want."

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