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A/N: Thanks to w1cked angel, Lady Pirate Nancy Kington, Ashes Kittyhawk, sarcastic, sortinghat086, data soong, Lady Norskstar, Chantal J and wyldetygress for being the wonderful people that they are and reviewing. And a big thanks to Peanuts107 for being a beta for this chapter. You should all go read her ficcys, they're excellent. Hope you enjoy this chapter, I've been re-writing itfor nearly a month now.

To Move on……From What?

Hermione was still reeling from the turn of events. She had gone to Harry's ready to beat him black and blue, but instead had ended up losing her barely started battle, and was now about to order brunch with the bane of her existence. Funny that, she'd only been back in touch with Oliver Wood for less than twenty-four hours and she already considered him nothing less than a nuisance.

She glanced around the small café he'd taken her to. It was a quaint little place and decorated like a farmhouse kitchen; cosy. She noticed the minute they stepped into the place that there wasn't anybody there except the dear old lady pottering about. Oliver had led her to a corner table and was now enthralled by the menu with hunger in his eyes. Hermione frowned as she turned back to look at Oliver.

"Okay, you've proved your point, you do listen. But why is it empty here when it's right in the middle of Diagon Alley?" Hermione asked while staring at him. She found herself liking his warm eyes, they seemed to have a joke hidden behind them. She jumped when he looked up at her; she blushed a little as she looked back down at the menu.

"This is their quiet period. They'll get busy in about an hour so I'd hurry up and order if you're so scared of crowds," Oliver teased her a little at the end of his sentence, not noticing that she was now avoiding looking at him.

"Are you ready to order, Olly?" the old lady asked from the counter as she folded the last napkin in her pile.

"I see you come here often," Hermione stated dryly as she closed her menu.

"I'll have the pancakes, Mabel, I've not had them in ages," he politely told the woman while ignoring Hermione's comment.

"And what about you, dear?" Mabel asked Hermione as she wandered over to their table.

"I'll just get some toast please," Hermione smiled sweetly at her as she put her menu back on it's holder at the side of the table.

"I can't interest you in a full English?" Mabel pushed, "You look a little thin, if you don't mind me saying." Hermione shook her head gently as she felt a pang over the motherliness Mabel was showing to her. She hadn't been to visit her parents in a while and missed them desperately, but this was the plan; stop people getting close and she won't get hurt again. However, hadn't she changed her plan just this morning? Hadn't she decided that it was time to keep her loved ones close? Yes, and she would; starting straight after her brunch.

"Actually, I'll have some pancakes too," Hermione told her, much to Mabel's relief; the girl needed some fat in her diet and there was no denying it. Mabel smiled and with a click of her fingers the food appeared in front of them.

"Let me know if you need anything else, I'll be in the kitchen, Olly," Mabel instructed them before disappearing with a point of her wand. Oliver instantly started shovelling his pancakes into his mouth while Hermione watched in amusement. It was like being back at Hogwarts and watching Ron and Harry after Quidditch practice.

Hermione began to nibble on her pancakes while Oliver ate them like they were going out of fashion. She enjoyed the silence that had passed over between them, it'd been a while since she'd welcomed someone's company that wasn't Harry and Jenny. And she's almost choked on a piece of her pancake when she realised how she felt about his company.

"So do I get to find out why the great Gryffindor bookworm has gotten so rude to people?" Oliver demanded more than asked after he'd finished his food. She jumped at the sudden sound of a voice after being so deep in her thoughts. She glanced up at him to find an expectant look on his face.

"You're a bit sure of yourself if you think I'll answer questions like that so quickly," she playfully snapped at him. It had been less than twenty-four hours since Oliver had gone over to her in the pub but she felt an ease of being with him wash over her. It was almost like she was back at Hogwarts again before everything wasn't so carefree anymore.

"Why do you keep avoiding these questions?" he smiled as he spoke. She had originally annoyed him so much that he would have been the most grateful person never to have seen her again. But now, he wanted to know everything, he hated it when things were off bounds to him.

Both Hermione and Oliver watched each other before either one spoke. They had known each other in school but didn't in another sense of the word. Oliver was Gryffindor's Quidditch captain to her and Hermione was the person who had a spell for every situation that was always by Harry's side to him.

Hermione watched him with intensity to make sure her decision was the right thing; was Oliver the person she was ready to let in first? To let him know what had made Hermione Granger like this? Why him though? She looked further to find an answer and couldn't find one; it was something inside telling her now was the time to start moving forward again.

Just as she was ready to start answering his questions Oliver had suddenly jumped up as he dropped some money on the table. She frowned, wondering what he was doing. He grinned at her before holding his hand out to her.

"Come with me, I have something I want to show you," he instructed. Without a second thought she took his hand and let him pull her up and out of the café. He pulled her through the crowds so quickly that she had no time to think on the fact that she was in the middle of her worst fear. Before she knew it they were outside the Leaky Cauldron and off down the street.

"Tell me," she huffed, "why can't we just Apparate?" Oliver shouted something over his shoulder but it was drowned out by a double Decker bus passing them. Hermione shrieked when he tugged hard on her arm around a corner and then into a building. After a stitch had started to attack at Hermione's left side, they came to a stop on the roof of the building they had entered.

"Why didn't we Apparate?" she panted as she bent over trying to get her breath back while Oliver's breathing was like he had simply gone for a stroll rather than half jog half ran to their destination.

"Because I like to exercise and by the looks of it, you need to exercise more often," he spoke softly as he forced her to stand straight and take deep breaths. "Feeling better?" She gave him a nod before he took her to the edge of the building. "I wanted to show you this view."

Hermione looked at what he was showing her and it was the view of London as far as the eye could see. Some would say it was breathtaking but it just didn't take hers away. She peered at Oliver to find him watching her with eagerness.

"It's a view of London, what do you want me to say?" she asked firmly but tried to keep the rudeness out of her voice. Oliver's face cracked into a smile as he moved away from the edge. She frowned at his reaction while he conjured a blanket in the middle of the roof and went to sit on it. She followed his lead and sat by him. "You're weird, you know that right?" she asked rhetorically.

"Not as weird as you," Oliver bit back. "I brought you here to check that you hadn't gone soft on me. You looked like you were getting soppy back in the café and I don't do soppy. So after your rude reaction to my favourite view, I can now safely resume my tirade of questions that you seem to always avoid."

"You're so infuriating, are you like this with everyone?" Hermione snapped, he was grating on her nerves again.

"Meh, it happens," he told her casually, "but I have a plan for us before we get into another raging argument. If we have another one people will begin to think that we're a couple and I'd rather that didn't happen, if you don't mind?"

"Not at all," Hermione confirmed for him with a smile she couldn't hide, "So what's this big plan to stop us arguing, which I doubt will work seeing as I'm rude and you're cocky and obnoxious?" Oliver shook his head in amusement before proceeding to tell her his plan.

"Right, this is it. We're going to start from the beginning. It'll be like we met today for the first time in nearly fifteen years, we'll ignore the past twenty-four hours. They're gone, they don't exist anymore," he told her excitedly. "Are you ignoring it?"

"Yes, last night and this morning are gone, never to return again," she joked along with him. She hadn't even realised that weight on her heart of missing Ron wasn't as heavy as it had been. For the first time in a year she was heartily laughing.

"Okay," Oliver held his hand out to Hermione, "Hi, I'm Oliver Wood. I don't know if you remember me but I was in Gryffindor with you, and the captain of the Quidditch team." Hermione smiled as she took his hand and shook it.

Hello, Oliver, I'm Hermione Granger and yes I do remember you. My best friend, Harry Potter was the Seeker for the Quidditch team. You taught him the rules of the game," she told him between giggles. "It's been a while, Oliver, how've you been?"

"I've been very well, Hermione, thank you for asking. I play Quidditch for a living now and I'm on the same team as your best friend, Harry Potter," Oliver himself was beginning to crack with laughing. "Now that we're formally introduced again, shall we speedily move on and find out what've we've been doing over the years?" Hermione nodded feeling more than comfortable to let a new person in on her life; she just couldn't work out why it was him. How about we alternate questions?"

"I think that's fair," Hermione concluded instantly while settling to lie on her side with her elbow propping her up.

"What did you do when you'd left Hogwarts?" he asked as he lay back with his arms behind his head.

"The very first thing I did when I graduated was go into a battle with Harry, you know the outcome on that," she told him matter-of-factly.

"Of course, who doesn't?" he asked rhetorically.

"After that I went to work at the Ministry helping the Aurors in research of better and stronger spells. I loved that job, I was learning new things everyday," she spoke fondly as she remembered the things she did. But before Oliver could ask why she left, she threw her question at him. "The last time I saw you was at that Quidditch world cup, you'd just been signed up with a Quidditch team if I remember correctly?"

"Yup, Puddlemere United reserve, I was so happy," Oliver confirmed for her.

"What happened with them?"

"I stayed on the reserve team, they never gave me a chance. It took me six years to leave them. I was always hoping they would eventually put me on the proper team, but no luck. Finally I was signed with Falmouth Falcons and played only a few games with them before I was signed with the Magpies and I've been with them for about eight and half years," he told her passionately, making it clearly obvious Quidditch had still been his number one love over the years. "Right, why did you leave the job at the Ministry if you loved it so much?" Hermione smiled, she knew he'd remember to ask that question straight away. She sighed before telling him the answer.

"Because it was doing that job that killed my fiancé," she told him with a sad smile. Oliver shot up and turned to face her with shock all over his face.

"You were-"

"Ah-ah, that would be two questions if you continued with that sentence, we're meant to do this alternately," she half joked, trying to bring back the lightness of the situation.

"You're sneaky giving me an answer like that and not telling me anymore," he grumbled as he lay back down. He looked to her waiting for his question.

"Has there been or is there anyone special since you left school?" she asked with a certainty that there would be no one but a long list of notches on his bedpost. He sat up slowly and turned so that he was sat cross legged and facing her.

"I had a fiancée who died three years ago," he told her and for the first time since she'd died, Oliver had tears in his eyes.