A/N: I dont own plot, characters, etc. so dont sue!
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1It was Thursday evening, and Hermione was curled up on the couch in her common room. She sat there thinking about the date her and Oliver were going on. She could hardly believe it. Hermione hadn't gone out on a date in over a year. She had dated a few men after her and Oliver called it quits, but nothing serious. She hadn't slept with anyone since Oliver. Then suddenly panicked as the thoughts 'what will I wear?' came into her mind.
'What have I gotten myself into?' Oliver thought. Sure, he loved Hermione, he had never stopped loving her, it had been just as hard on him as it had on her, he didn't want to have to break up with her, but he wasn't sure then if he would have been able to handle training, traveling, and his love life. He was only twenty two dammit when he had to make that decision!
As Hermione looked into her closet, she became more and more frantic. She wasn't sure if anything she had was suitable for a date. It seemed as if all the clothes she had were better for teaching than anything. She didn't want to look like an innocent little school girl, she wanted to be sexy, but subtle. Her date was tomorrow, and Oliver said that she was to meet him in front of the Great Hall at seven o'clock tomorrow night. She gave up, and decided that she would continue her search for the perfect outfit tomorrow.
Hermione was really anticipating her date with Oliver. She decided on going to the kitchens and getting some hot cocoa, that should help her nerves. Hermione slipped her robes over her pajamas, put some shoes on and headed to the corridor. As she was walking along she saw a shadow up ahead. Thinking that it was a student up after hours, Hermione was getting read to take house points away, but as she got closer, she heard a voice say
"Hermione?" She would know that Scottish accent anywhere.
"Oliver, what are you doing up this late?"
Oliver replied, "Couldn't sleep, thought I would walk around a bit, before heading back to my tower. What were YOU doing walking around this time of night?"
"Well, I was going off to the kitchens for some Hot Cocoa, care to join me?" Hermione asked.
"Sure" was the answer she got from Oliver. As Hermione and Oliver walked down to the kitchens. They began to talk about what had happened in the past two years since they had seen each other. Hermione told Oliver about Harry and Ginny marrying and how Ginny was pregnant. Hermione also spoke of not getting to see her friends enough. Oliver talked about playing Quidditch, until he noticed the look of hurt on Hermione's face.
"Hermione?" He asked, "what's wrong?"
"Oliver, it is just the joy that's on your face when you talk about Quidditch, well, it makes me feel guilty when I tried to keep you from you from playing." Hermione answered.
Oliver couldn't think of anything to say, so he just put his arm around Hermione's shoulder in a comforting way.
When they reached the kitchens, Hermione tickled the pear, and they walked into the large Hogwarts Kitchens. Several House elves surrounded Hermione and Oliver, ready to tend to their every need. After Oliver and
Hermione were given two hot cocoas, they sat down on stools and began to drink and talk. After about half an hour of this, Oliver suggested that they take their cocoa with them and head back.
They made their way back to Oliver's tower, and he suggested that they go to his common room to talk. Hermione agreed and they walked up to his room.
When they reached his common room, Hermione liked the vibes the room gave off. It had a warm feeling to it with Cream colored walls and cherry hard wood floors. It had an impressive mantel with many photographs of Oliver and his family, Oliver holding up the Quidditch World Cup. Hermione turned around to see Oliver sitting on the couch. Hermione sat next to him and they just sat there not saying anything. It wasn't an awkward silence, no, more peaceful than anything.
Hermione began to think of nights like this sitting and being comfortable with each other.
'I remember the first night we had sex.' Oliver thought. 'Both of us had been virgins up to that point, and were very inexperienced, but it was amazing, it was so natural.'
Thirty minutes later Hermione was leaning against Oliver's shoulder. They were talking about the time Gryfindor had won the Quidditch Cup in Hermione's third year.
Then it happened. Oliver leaned up and kissed Hermione. At first the kissed surprised Hermione. Then, it pleased her. He nibbled on her bottom lip until she opened her mouth, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. At times the kisses were soft and sweet, other times fierce and passionate! Hermione loved it, but she didn't want things to go too far, too soon.
"Oliver," she said breaking away from him. "Oliver, I have to go." Just as Oliver was about to protest, Hermione said, "I will see you tomorrow." And with one quick kiss, she headed back to the tower.