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Once Hermione saw the sign on the letter, she was shocked. She opened it, her hands shaking slightly.

Hermione,

How are you? I promised to write.The quidditch season has nearly finished.

Two day from now I will be in London. I thought it would be great if you, Harry and I meet somewhere. I will be free, so I will be able to conform to your schedule.

Looking forward to hearing from you,

Oliver Wood.

Hermione stunned, not knowing what to think. Oliver had mentioned to her about a meeting but she hadn't considered him being serious. At that time, she remembered Harry would be going to Nottingham for a mission, she gave a sigh of relief. She quickly grabbed some paper and started to reply to the letter.

Oliver,

I am pleased to hear from you. I am very well thank you.

I am glad that you will be in London. I would like to arrange a meeting with you but unfortunately, Harry is about to leave London for a mission along with Ron. I don't know when they will be back. I know you would like to see him, therefore we should wait for their return.

Love from,

Hermione.

Hermione attached the letter to the owl that was hooting nervously. As soon as she attached it, the owl disappeared into the darkness. Hermione was really suprised with the letter. When she ran into Oliver in the Ministry he had told her he would write, however Hermione had thought he was bluffing. In fact he hadn't forgetten about his promise furthermore he had written her now. 'That was kind' Hermione murmured to herself. She remembered what Ginny had her told about Oliver. She shifted uncomfortably. She had never thought about him after seeing him in the Ministry. She remembered that he was really good looking. Definitly attractive. He had looked Hermione in the eye carefully, Hermione had been uncomfortable about it. But she enjoyed a bit of attention. She hadn't told about that fact to Ginny of course. She would always exaggerate. Then she remembered Ron. This time, he had push the edges. Stupid stupid stupid. Always immature, always clueless.

Tap tap tap

Abruptly Hermione jerked with the noise. 'Wow! That was fast!' shethought privately. If truth be told, she wasn't expecting a reply. But she grabbed the letter swiftly and opened it.

Hermione,

I am sorry. Harry will be away.I would like to see him, but we could meet instead,

If you would like to. When Harry's back,We can arrange another meeting. So, what do you say?

Love from,

Oliver Wood.

Now Hermione was really surprised. She panicked. She hadn't considered this option. Her heart started pounding. She tensely walked around her tiny living room. She didn't know how to reply to the letter. Was it a cordial friendship invite? ( she dismissed the image of Ginny grinning devily.) or was it a way of asking a date? Hermione didn't know. Because she had never been in that position, much to her dismay. 'Where is Ginny when you need her?' She thought privately. She looked at the clock, fifteen minutes had passed and she was still in doubt. She had to reply to the mail.

What would Harry say? She thought. And Ron. She dismissed the thought. She could imagine what would he say. Hermione smiled shyly. Ron coulndn't find an excuse. He was perfect.

Oliver,

Of course, I would be pleased to meet with you.

When Harry is back, we may meet again. I think we can meet on Friday night, if it is okay with you.

Love from,

Hermione.

Hermione immediately regretted. 'What have I done?' She thought. She sat on her armchair, holding her head beetwen her hands. 'Don't panic! 'She said to herself. You haven't done a wrong thing. An old friend asked you for a date and you accepted. There is no big deal? Is there? Hermione exhaled loudly.

Tap Tap Tap.

Hermione,

I am pleased to hear that you've accepted. Friday night would be perfect. I will pick you up in front of the Ministry at eight pm. I know a restaurant called 'cloud nine' (Hermione frowned slightly, she had never heard such a place but kept reading)

Looking forward to seeing you,

Oliver.

She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. All she knew, she was going to have a date with Oliver Wood. Who is a famous quidditch player and is charming and kind, in point of fact, is interested with her. What a day! she thought. First Ron, then Oliver. For a moment, she considered to send an owl to Ginny. But almost instantly gave up. Because if she knew Ginny a little, she would try to apparate or she would send a lot of owls to understand what's going on. Hermione decided to tell her later, because it was a long day and she simply wanted to sleep.

Next day, Hermione went to the office cheerfully. When Jane saw her, she befuddled. One day crying, one day smiling. She was confused, that was clear. Hermione couldn't help but grin when she saw her face.

"Thanks for helping me yesterday, Jane. That was really thoughtful. You can leave early today. I will be here for the rest of the day."

Jane's face ligthened.

"Thank you, Miss Granger."

When Hermione finished half of her job she sent a letter to Ginny.

Ginny,

Why don't you come over for dinner?

I am not promising any feast, but there will be loads of butterbeers.

It's my turn to consol you seeing that Harry has gone. Wink wink…

Anyways, waiting…

Love,

Hermione

Ginny arrived at Hermione's home at eight o'clock.

"Helloo…" Ginny's cheerful voice echoed through the hole.

"I am up in the kitchen!" Hermione called..

"Hi, Dear!" Ginny pecked her on the cheek.

"Mmm.. Smells delicious. What's that?"

"A special of my mothers!" Hermione explaned briefly. "Everything is ready. Let's take them to the living room." Hermione said, grabbing the plates. As they settled around the little table, Hermione regarded Ginny suspiciously.

"Why are you so happy tonight? Shouldn't you be crying now? Harry, Harry…" Hermione said in a mocked tone.

Ginny threw her a pillow. "Ha ha! Hermione. I am not sixteen any longer, for your information." she said indifferently.

"Now you tell me. Why- are – you-so –happy tonight?" Ginny asked smiling knowingly.

"Because Ron has gone!" Hermione joked. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Hermione!"

"All right, I am explaining." She licked her finger as she swallowed the last bit of her meal.

She cleared her throat. "Yesterday night, when I came home, I saw an owl waiting for me."

"Ron!" Ginny blurted out impatiently.

"Nooo!"

"Harry!"

"Nope" Hermione said. Ginny's eyes narrowed.

"Victor?"

"Gırr" Hermione merely growled.

"Are you trying to kill me? Ginny started to lose her patience.

"Let me explain then!"

Oliver Wood!"

"Oh- my- god!"

"I knew it, I knew it!" Ginny started dancing like crazy in the middle of the living room. Hermione watched her enthusiastically.

"I remember somebody telling me something about age sixteen! How mature you are!" she raised a serious eyebrow at her.

Ginny stopped suddenly and aired her chin. "Oh, yeah sure, still valid!" she coughed mockingly. Hermione laughed, shaking her head. "What does he want?" Ginny asked, trying to sound casual.

"He wanted to meet. I told him Harry was gone for a mission. And guess what?"

"What?"

"He proposed to go out for dinner, just the two of us." She said emphasizing the last two words.

"Oh my god!"

"Oh yeah!" Hermione nodded grinning.

"And the owl was waiting for a reply and - " she stopped for a dramatic effect, seeing Ginny jumping in her seat. "and I said all right!" Ginny's eyes grew in amusement.

"I knew it. I knew it. It was too obvious. Three of us should meet. Even pig can understand that was a trick. " Ginny said her laughing hysterically.

"When are you going to meet? What will you wear? Where will he take you?" Ginny asked out of breath.

"Ginny, breath please." Hermione said while munching on her meal. But Ginny didn't stop talking.

"We should go shopping and buy something attractive. I don't want any objection. You should seem gorgeous. You know there is a lot of woman around him. I have no doubt you are far different from them but a bit of care doesn't hurt does it?All right?" she said shaking Hermione her finger. Hermione knew it was too late to object to anything.

They ate rest of their meal with joy. When Ginny was around, Hermione would never feel abandoned. She enjoyed the night. She made Hermione laugh and made her excited.

The next day, as Ginny pledged her to agree, they met in Diagon Alley after work. They found a lot of clothes to buy, but Ginny just couldn't find any good enough for the date. At last, they agreed on a white dress which was very plain, but very attractive at the same time. And then they bought a pair of shoes, matching the dress. At the end of the day, Ginny bought a pearl necklace and put it in Hermione's sack secretly, knowing that Hermione would object without doubt.

When eventually Friday arrived, it felt like eternity for Hermione. A sick feeling went through her stomach. She was very nervous. She would have a wonderful night, she knew it. But she thought about Ron the whole day. She wasn't suppose to be thinking about him now. But there was only one thought on her mind. 'Ron'