1Love At Last?
Ch 1. Memories For Hermione-
Hermione Granger quickly entered her classroom at Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This was her second year to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Only twenty years old and already had a reputation of being fair, but strict. If she thought that the deduction of house points was needed or that a detention should be given she had no problemdoing so.
As her class of third years entered the room she began giving weak smilesto the students. When she saw her students she thought of her own days as a student at Hogwarts. As she looked around the classroom and saw two young boys, William Fitch and Luke Bryant, sitting together talking excitedly about Quidditch, the popular Wizarding sport, she immediately thought of her two best friends, Harry and Ron. Harry and Ron were both Aurors and were away on dangerous missions most of the time. All three of them were members of the Order of the Phoenix. But rarely did Hermione go to the Grimwauld place, her main job for the Order was to make sure everything was all right at Hogwarts.
Hermione's train of thought was broken by the sound of whispers and giggling coming from two young girl sitting in the front of the class. As Hermione looked at them she remembered two girls that were in Hermione's year in Hogwarts when she was a student. She was thinking of Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown who like Hermione's students like to talk and gossip during class. Hermione cleared her throat and said in a stern yet not unkind voice, "Miss Ryan and Miss Adams, I must insist that you stop talking so that I can begin today's lesson."
"Today Class we shall start learning about bo" Hermione was cut off by the sound of screaming coming from the Quidditch pitch. She looked at out the window in just enough time to see Madam Hooch, the flying instructor at Hogwarts, falling from thirty feet in the air. Hermione, thinking quickly, thought of a spell that would slow Madam Hooch down enough so that she would not be seriously injured from her fall.
Chapter 2- A new Quidditch teacher
"Class stay right here!" Hermione ordered her students, and with that she rushed out the door to the Quidditch pitch.
Once she got there, Hermione saw Professor Dumbledore had already been summoned, for he was magically conjuring a stretcher from Madam Hooch. "Thankfully," he softly spoke, "Professor Granger was able to slow your fall down."
"I HAVE HAD IT!" Madam Hooch barked, "I AM READY FOR MY EARLY RETIREMENT, DUMBLEDORE!"
"Very well." Dumbledore replied calmly. "I am sure we will be able to find a replacement. "Professor Granger," he said looking at Hermione, "I must thank you once again, you may now go back to your class." Hermione nodded and headed back to the castle. 'I wonder where Dumbledore will find a replacement to quickly' Hermione thought.
As Hermione entered her classroom full of third years, the bell indicating the end of class rang. "Very well, we shall continue our lesson on Bogarts tomorrow, you may leave" she told the class.
Chapter 3 Dumbledore's news
Later that night, Hermione walked down to dinner. As she sat down at her place at the staff table, she noticed an empty place next to her, and then realized that it had been Madam Hooch's. She could hear bits and pieces of conversation between the students, recalling what had happened with Madam Hooch.
"Well, I heard that someone jinxed Madam Hooch's broom," said one first year boy.
"No, no, no, that's not it at all, someone tried knocking Madam Hooch off her broom!" corrected Aaron Smith, a fifth year in Ravenclaw.
"You are both wrong," said Emily Carter, a second year hufflepuff, "her old shooting star finally gave away after all these years!"
Hermione looked away and instead started to get up, but just as she did so, Professor Dumbledore began with his announcement. "Students, I am afraid I have some bad news, Madam Hooch is retiring." Several disappointed looks appeared on the students' faces. Professor Dumbledore continued, "but, I have found a new flying teacher, everyone please welcome Professor Oliver Wood!" Just as he said this the doors to the Great Hall opened and in walked a man in his mid twenties, Mr. Oliver Wood, the Quidditch star! Dumbledore stood up and began to clap his hands with a smile on his face and twinkle in his eyes. Everyone followed his lead and they too began to clap for Oliver, everyone except for Hermione that is.
She sat in her chair stunned 'oh my gosh, I can not believe Oliver is going to teach her at Hogwarts!' In Hermione's seventh year, and before Oliver has gone to play professional Quidditch for the Puddlemere United Team, they had dated. It had gotten pretty serious, and both of them were in love. He had lived in Hogsmeade at the time, and she visited him there when the students went into the village. He had spent Christmas with her and her family. Then one night they made love for the first tim, the first for either of them. And then just when everything was perfect, reality came crashing in. Oliver got accepted as the keeper for the Puddlemere United Team, and they both knew they would never see each other enough to make it work. It had crushed her heart. It had been the first and only time she had been in love. She hadn't seen Oliver since then.
When Hermione looked up she saw that Oliver was now shaking hands with Professor Dumbledore, and then when he went to shake hands with Professor McGonagall who instead pulled him into a hug. Oliver had a surprised look in his eyes and smiled. Next her moved onto Proffessor Sprout, the Herbology teacher, and finally...
"Hermione, is that you?" Oliver asked shocked.
"Hello, Oliver" Hermione said in a barely audible tone.
They just stood there not saying anything, staring at the ground, trying to find something to say, until Hermione turned around and walked off to her tower.
Chapter 4 A visit to an old friend-
Once Hermione got to the portrait that stood in front of the tower she was almost to tears. "Password?" The Angel Fairy in the painting asked. "Regnarg" replied Hermione. As she climbed the stairs to her common room, she thought about all the fun her and Oliver had at the castle and at Hogsmeade. Oliver Had taken Hermione to the Yule Ball in her seventh year. They had spent many hours at the Hogsmeade Shops; Honeydukes (the sweet shop), The Quidditch Supply Shop (despite Hermione's numerous amount of attempts to drag Oliver away) and the Three Broomsticks, drinking their weight in butterbeer.
Once Hermione got to her common room, she collasped on the couch and let the tears that had been threatening to fall since she had heard that Oliver was a teacher, fall.
As Hermione sat there crying she wished she had a friend to talk to. There was no one on the staff that Hermione could relate to like this. Hermione sat there feeling all alone when an idea suddenly hit her! She should go visit Ginny, Harry's wife and Hermione's long time friend! She walked over to the fire place that sat along the wall, reached into the vase for some floo powder and threw it into the fire, stepped into the green flames and said, "Harry's House!" Immediately she started to spin circles, and then it suddenly stopped. Hoping she was at the right house, she stpeed out of the fire and began to dust herself off.
At once a very pregnant Ginny Potter ran over to her, and captured her in a sisterly hug! "Hermione Granger, it is so good to see you!"
"Ginny, when did this happen?" Hermione asked pointing to Ginny's stomach shocked.
"Well, let's see, Harry and I got married a month after I left school, and I found out one month after that, so I don't know around seven months ago... I am sorry we didn't tell you, but we wanted to tell you the good news, but we wanted it to be in person, and we haven't seen you since the wedding!" Ginny answered.
"This is such good news, Ginny!" Hermione said. If Oliver and I's relationship hadn't ended, he and I could be married and could be expecting our first child.' Hermione couldn't help but think.
"So, 'Mione, What brings you to our neck of the woods?" Ginny asked.
"Ginny, Oliver has gotten a teaching position at the school", Hermione answered.
Ginny, who knew how much Hermione had loved Oliver. "Hermione," just as Ginny begun to speak, the front door opened and then closed.
They couldn't see who it was, but when a very tired voice said, "Honey, I'm home."
Ginny suddenly seemed relieved. She answered "I am in here sweetheart."
A extremely worn out Harry walked through the door. When he saw Hermione his face broke out into a smile, for he hadn't seen one of his oldest friends in quite awhile.
"Hermy, it's been too long old friend!" Hermione and Harry embraced in a friendly hug, and realized how long it had been since they had seen each other. They began to explain to Harry why Hermione was there, and then Harry and Ginny tried to help Hermione with her problem. Two hours, four cups of tea, and a box of tissue later, Hermione left her friends feeling a little better. Harry and Ginny had helped Hermione see that she could make it past this.
Chapter 6 Next Morning
The Next Morning Hermione woke up in her bedroom. The room was very spacious, had a walk in closet, had wooden floors, the walls were done in white, with lilac colored curtains, and lilac colored bedding. The bathroom attached to the bedroom by French doors. The bathroom had a shower and a huge garden tub, great for soaking and thinking in. Hermione stayed in bed looking up at her ceiling and suddenly remembered she was supposed to be in the Great Hall in 20 minutes! So she ran got in the shower very quickly washed, and then dressed in jeans and a dark blue cardigan, chose robes of the same color blue, put her hair up in a tidy ponytail, her thick wavy hair now not like the mess it had been in school, put on some powder, and a nude colored lip gloss, and headed to the Great Hall.
As Hermione entered the Great Hall she noticed Oliver talking to a group of first year students, he was signing autographs, and then she suddenly wondered, 'why is Oliver here at Hogwarts? He could be doing what he as always liked best, well second best, he always liked shagging best, but, he loved Quidditch so much, so why did he come here to teach?'
As Hermione sat down in her place at the staff table, she noticed that Oliver took the seat to the right of her. The two said nothing to each other, and then, Oliver suddenly asked out of the blue "Hermione, why are you here teaching at Hogwarts? I always thought you wanted to be a healer at St. Mungo's."
Hermione in a cold tone replied "I could ask you the same thing."
Oliver said in an embarrassed way, "I was injured, and am unable to play Quidditch ever again, so I retired and was overed the position of teaching students how to fly. But, you still haven't answered my question."
Hermione then said "I took my post here at Hogwarts because Professor Dumbledore needed a teacher, and I felt as if I would be most comfortable here." Before Oliver could reply, Hermione got up, and said, "if you would excuse me, I have classes to teach."And with that she was off.
Chapter7Hermione's Class
Hermione sat at her desk while her class of first years took a test. From her desk she could see the Quiddith Pitch below. Oliver was out there showing first years how to summon the broom, and how to hold the broom while riding, he showed them a demostration, and you could tell that he was beginning to love his new job. He had a smile on his face, and that is what Hermione always liked most about Oliver's appearance, his smile. Not that the rest of him wasn't bad either, he had a good build, and muscles that you could see flexed through his robes. His forearms were the perfect shape, great for holding you in. and his arse wasn't bad either. He had beautiful eyes, deep brown, and they always shined when he found something amusing. 'You must stop thinking about him like that, Hermione!' she thought to herself.
As Hermione got deep in thought about Oliver and the way it felt to make love to him, the way it felt to have him holding her, kissing her passionately, she realized that she was in a class, and forced herself to get rid of any thoughts about Oliver. The bell rang, and as the class was leaving, they turned in their tests. Hermione was looking over them during her break, and suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Come in." Hermione said wondering who it could be. In walked Oliver, his cheeks looking slightly pink from the cold of outside.
"Hermione, I was wondering if you would, eh... like to talk about what happened whenI left last time?" Oliver said shyly.
"What do you mean, Oliver? I think you made it pretty damn clear when you left why you were leaving, and why we couldn't be together! Is there anything that we need to clear up?" Hermione said with a bitter note in her voice.
"Hermione, when I left I loved you, but I wanted to full my life's goal of being a Quidditch player! I know that we both felt the same way about eachother, but I knew that if we stayed together while I was gone it would have ended even worse than it did, we would have grown to not be able to trust each other, and I think that we ended it in a way that was the best possible way to end it!" Oliver said, in a small voice, as if he was on the verge of tears.
"I loved you too, Oliver, but I think that we could have worked it out,I wish we would have given each other that chance, but now, I think it's too late for that chance." Hermione replied, she was not on the verge of tears, the tears had already came, and they were streaming down her cheeks.
'God, I just want to kiss those tears away, I loved her then, and I think I love her now' Oliver thought. "Hermione, I don't think it is too late. I think we can give eachother one last chance, give me another chance, please?"
"What?" was all Hermione managed to say. 'Is he thinking what I think he's thinking, does he want anther date?'
"Friday night, the students have no classes, do you want to go on a date with me?" Oliver said, sounding surprised with the words coming out of his mouth.
"Oliver, you know what? I think a date is just what we need!" Hermione answered happily, a bit more happily than she felt, infact despite the fact that she was happy, she was also scared. Scared that they would fall in love again, only to have him leave again. Hermione knew that she could not handle something like that again.