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So here you go peeps, a overdue update. I can't believe it was eight months ago that I started this story, I could have had a baby in that time. Well, here you go enjoy and I promise I will be updating more frequently with this one.

Meeting An Old Acquaintance

Hermione sat in a dark corner grumbling to herself while Harry and Jenny chatted to everyone in the Leaky Cauldron. As it turned out, that was the place Harry's quidditch team had decided to celebrate their latest win. She was ready to throttle Harry as he knew about this and he also knew that she hated it when there were more than ten people in a room with her. She had been like this since she stopped going out so often; she wasn't sure why it had happened, this crowd-hating, it just had. But she couldn't begrudge them shouting their news from the rooftops; they had wanted a child for a while now.

She was just mumbling a tickling curse with her wand under the table, pointed at Harry, when a familiar looking man came towards her. She immediately halted what she was doing and tried to sink back into the wall; she wasn't ready to chat to anyone other than Harry and Jenny. He was a tall, muscular, well, at least he looked muscular under his shirt, and he was dark haired. Something about his face was familiar but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"Hi," his smooth, deep voice travelled across the table to her. 'Bugger it, he saw me,' she thought to herself as she forced a smile at him. "You don't remember me, do you?" He sat himself down next to her. She could smell a sweet smelling aftershave on him.

"You seem familiar but I just don't know why," she told him politely before proceeding to stare down at her drink.

"Oliver Wood," he stuck his hand out for her to shake. She winced as his firm grip wrapped round her dainty hand, "I was Gryffindor's Quidditch team captain. I taught Harry the rules of the game when he joined the team." He finally let go of her hand as he flashed another smile at her.

"I remember you now. Now will you stop smiling at me like that, I'm not one of your love-struck fans," she snappily told him. She was annoyed at the fact that he wasn't leaving anytime soon.

"I'm sorry, it's just you looked lonely and I wanted to cheer you up," he told her in a patronising tone with his smile still plastered over his face. She looked him straight in the eye and glared.

"I'll let you stay and cheer me up if you can remember what my name was," she said smugly with a grin to match. He was thoroughly grating on her last nerve with his presence of thinking he's something bigger than what he was. However, her smugness was soon wiped away with his response.

"Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor bookworm who had the answers to everything. You gave Percy Weasley a run for his money in the knowledge department and last but not least, the one fact I will never forget; you made Harry's glasses repel water in my last year at Hogwarts during the match against Hufflepuff. We lost the match but still, it gave us hope," he glanced at her after circling the top of his glass with his thumb while he spoke, "I'll just go now, you quite clearly don't want company." He got up and left Hermione opening and shutting her mouth. She was trying to call him back but she was too stunned to do anything.

"You'll catch flies," Jenny giggled to her as she sat down next to her. Hermione snapped her mouth shut and lowered her head in shame. She had been so horrible, how could she? "What's the matter, Hermione? Do you need to go home?" Jenny started to panic that something was wrong with Hermione. They should have taken her home ages ago; she hates leaving the house. She started to get up again to get Harry but Hermione soon stopped her.

"No, I'm fine. I'm just a little ashamed of how I spoke to Oliver," she explained with a blush creeping into her cheeks.

"What did you say?" Jenny gasped, "Oliver's lovely, and you should see the girls that are after him." She giggled again. Hermione frowned thinking that she had been sneaking a drop of Fire whiskey into her pumpkin juice. She only acted like this under the influence of alcohol.

"I was just a little snappy with him. I'll go and say sorry," she scooted out of her corner and shakily made her way over to the group of six men that Oliver was stood with. She took a breath as she tapped him on the shoulder from behind. As he turned round to face her, the whole group started to eye her up. "Could I talk with you for a minute?" she asked timidly while he gave her a stony look.

"Go on then," he told her without moving away from the group he was with. She looked at him pleadingly but he was refusing to move away from the pack of men who were all starting to wink and smile at her. Her temper flared again.

"Forget it. I don't know why Jenny thinks you're lovely," she hissed at him before storming over to Harry, "I'm going, tell Jenny I said bye." Before he knew what was happening, Hermione had already apparated home. She was furious and ready for an argument. This was how she would feel when Ron and she would argue. Then the tears threatened to come at the painful realisation that he would never argue back with her.

She walked through her large flat that was in a friendly area of Wimbledon, she went through the kitchen, living room, guest bedroom, bathroom, her small library room and then finally her bedroom. It was her little ritual if she felt that she was going to start crying about Ron; it was best she prevented it otherwise she would cry for hours. She sat on her king-size bed as she looked at the photos she had on the walls. The one of Harry, Ron and herself in their first year caught her eye. Harry was rolling his eyes while Ron and Hermione argued; she laughed at the image.

Crookshanks lazily strolled into the room and jumped up on the bed next to her. He eyed her up which told her he wanted affection….now. She curled up on the bed and let him stretch out across her side; before long, she had nodded off.

Hermione jumped when her alarm clock started buzzing; she muttered some obscenities as she turned it off. She blinked away the dryness in her eyes before staring at the clock. Was today going to be like any other day where she now stayed there for hours before finally getting up or would she get up and start doing something with herself? She growled at herself for being so pathetic and wallowing in self pity.

She spent nearly an hour churning things over in her mind, making mental notes about what she should do and listing who she should visit; her parents were number one on list. Then was a loud knock at her front door which caused her to frown; who would be visiting her at this time of the morning, Harry and Jenny knew better and she didn't speak with her neighbours. She thanked the high heavens that she had fallen asleep in her clothes so that she didn't have the embarrassment of answering the door in her pyjamas. She stopped at the mirror by the front door to hastily flatten her wild hair.

"Give it up and go to a hairdresser," it scolded her when all the frizzy bits pinged back up. She growled as she grabbed a hair-band from the side table below the mirror and hastily tied it up. The person on the other side of the front door knocked loudly and quickly.

"Just wait!" she snapped at the door. Finally she was ready to answer the door and she regretted her actions the second she did.

"How dare you embarrass me in front of my team mates," Oliver hissed at her as he barged into her flat and walked straight down the hallway and into her living room.

"MY GOD, YOU'RE HUNTING ME DOWN TO ARGUE!" she shouted down the hallway as she closed the front door. She stormed down the hallway with a 'You tell him' off the mirror and slammed the living room door shut behind her. "HOW DARE YOU BARGE INTO MY HOME AND START AN ARGUMENT!"

"YOU STARTED THIS, SO I'M GOING TO FINISH IT!" he yelled back as they squared up to each other. He lowered his voice as he got closer to her, "You owe me an apology."

"I was going to give you your apology last night but you lost the right to it when you….." she couldn't finish. She felt silly saying, 'Made me speak in front of a group of strange people' it was something a child would say.

"Go on," he pushed. He looked her up and down in anger, "Are you wearing the same clothes as last night?" She blushed as he sneered at her.

"Leave my house," she demanded quietly as she sat down on her couch. He frowned at how quickly her fight disappeared; he felt so let down at not being able to have his argument.

"You're not so rude when you don't have an audience," he laughed cruelly at her. She bit her lip hard to stop herself from crying; she couldn't handle this now, she wasn't strong enough.

"You're right I need an audience to argue, so you can go now. You know where the front door is," she spoke monotonously as she stared down at small rug covering the oak floorboards. Ron had picked the tiny thing and Hermione couldn't help but let him keep it in the living room; it was the only time he had gone shopping for house things with her. Oliver frowned at her change in mood.

"I don't how Harry's stayed friends with you all these years; you're moods are too bloody erratic," he scowled at her before leaving her flat. She finally let the tears fall when she heard the resounding slam of her front door.