Getting Over It
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Chapter 9
Living Arrangements
"Are you sure that you're ok with this Hermione?" Oliver asked for the fifth time as they walked up the drive lined with pink and yellow budded rose bushes to the dark wooden front door of Hermione's home. She pulled out her key and unlocked the door, walking into the still unfamiliar hallway. She looked around happily at the green painted walls with a huge bunch of white lilies sat in a huge golden vase on the shiny redwood table.
"Wow it looks amazing in here!" Oliver exclaimed looking around amazed, "You did all this so quickly."
"Thank you, I'm on my own everyday so I've had the time to get it all done. Now follow me I'll show you where you'll be staying. And before you ask me again yes I'm ok with this." She laughed as she began to climb the stairs.
She gave him a quick tour of the house before opening the door to the spare bedroom where he would sleep until his flat was repaired.
"Mummy!" Sam shrieked from his room. Hermione's face froze with panic and she ran down the hall to where her son had been staying.
"What's wrong my darling?" She asked as she burst open the door and took up her son in her arms. "Tell me where it hurts sweetheart."
"M-my head mummy! It hurts!" He wailed through his hiccups and tears.
"Let me see, let me see." Hermione said and looked at his head she rain her hands through his hair and found where it was matted with blood. "Oh Merlin! Honey how did you do this?"
"I fell of my, my br-broom!" He sobbed, "It really hurts mummy!"
Oliver walked into the young boy's room decorated with golden snitches zooming around the walls and miniature broomsticks circling the ceiling. "What's going on?" He asked Hermione.
"Sam's hurt himself I need to take him to the hospital." She told him frantically.
"It's six the Floo network will be packed, it'll take ages to get to the hospital." He told her.
"Well then I'll apperate his there." She said as her eyes filled up with tears.
"No! You're too upset I'll take him, you follow through the fireplace." He told her, taking up Sam in his arms and disapperating with a loud crack.
Hermione sat in a huddled up ball still sobbing for a further five minutes before getting up and walking into the en suite bathroom of her own bedroom. She ran the cold water for a few minutes before scooping some up in her hands and splashing it on her face. She then lent against the edges of the sink and starred into the mirror. She was so glad that Oliver had been with her, if she had been alone she would have panicked and probably splinched both herself and Sam in her hurry to get him to the doctors.
Once she felt that she would be able she too apperated to the hospital to see how Sam was doing.
"Can I help you Ma'am?" The witch behind the desk asked her.
"My son was brought in, Sam Walker; he had a head injury from falling off his broom." She told her frantically.
"Oh yeas of course, he's in room 525 go right on in." The witch told her and Hermione quickly rushed to find the room where her son was.
"Is he ok?" She asked as soon as she opened the door to the room. Oliver stood up from where he was sat by the bed Sam was lay in and offered the chair to her.
"He's had to have a couple of stitches but there's no concussion and the scar will be barely visible as soon all his hair grows back." He told her.
"They had to cut of your hair? Oh my dear baby!" Hermione cried and flung her arms around Sam in a manner that reminded Oliver of Mrs Weasley.
"I'm going to have a scar mummy!" Sam told her delighted at the fact that he'd have something to show off at school. "Can I go home now?"
"Yes of course you can." A doctor who had just walked into the room said with a smile, "all the tests are back and you're just fine Sammy boy."
"Thank you so much doctor." Hermione said gratefully as she took Sam's hand.
"You might want to stay off the broomstick for a little while Sam, you're lucky your dad got you here so quickly." The doctor said.
"Oh I'm not his father." Oliver said quickly, blushing slightly.
"I'm sorry; I presumed you were a family." The doctor said shrugging. "Anyway make sure to keep the cut clean in order for it to heal quicker."
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Once Sam was safely tucked in bed and sleeping soundly Hermione collapsed down onto the sofa and lent back against the cushions yawning loudly as Oliver placed a butter beer on the coffee table in front of her.
"Thank you so much for today Oliver I'm glad you were here."
"It's all in a days work." He smiled as he sat down beside her.
"I promise you that not every day is like this one." She smiled wearily. "We do have days where we avoid the emergency room all together." She joked.
"Good to know, I don't think I'd be able to take the drama!" He laughed.
"I supposed I better tell Mark." Hermione sighed.
And with that brief mention of her ex-husband Oliver stopped laughed and was reminded of all that his new friend had been through in the past several months. It still amazed him how strong she was being about it all. He also knew that it would be so difficult for her going through it.
"He won't be happy about it I tell you. I can hear him now you should have been watching him more carefully blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. He always had to make everything into a huge drama." She sighed and covered her face with her hands.
"Well I'm sure that can wait until the morning. Right now I think you need a drink." Oliver said and with a grin and pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses.
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The next morning Hermione woke before the alarm and smiled as she listened to the birds greeting the sunrise. She quickly click off her clock before it had chance to issue its first beep and swung her legs out of the bed and stumbled, sleepily into the bathroom. Once she had showered she wrapped herself in the knee length purple silk robe that Millie and Sam had given her for her birthday. After brushing her teeth she ambled downstairs where she turned on the radio and began cooking breakfast.
Although she could use magic to do it she preferred cooking the Muggle way whenever possible, she was Muggleborn and liked to keep to her roots. She cracked two eggs into a frying pan and began singing along to the song that had just been announced. This was her new morning routine that Sam happily joined in with, as soon as her heard the radio click on he would leave his toys and join his mother in the kitchen to help make breakfast.
Oliver was woken by the sound of laughing and singing; he lay in bed and listened to the people below him enjoying themselves, wondering how on earth anyone could be that cheery in the mornings. After a few minutes he got up and pulled on a pair the pair of jeans that he had been wearing the previous night and pulled a t-shirt out of the bag he had neglected to unpack before trudging downstairs. He smiled at the sight he saw, Sam was sat up on one of the work surfaces while Hermione danced around the kitchen with her wand levitating various objects and making them float around her son. He laughed as she got the bowl of fruit to wiz around him and Oliver joined in with the young boy's laughter, making Hermione jump and the spell to be broken, the fruit falling to the floor.
"Oh Oliver you scared me!" She exclaimed placing her hand over her heart and let out a breathless laugh.
"Sorry Hermione." He said trying to keep the smile off his face as he bent down to help her pick up the fruit.
"Don't worry about it, now do you want to eat, I've made a cooked breakfast." She said walking over to the sizzling frying pan filled with fried eggs, bacon, sausages and tomatoes.
"That would be great." Oliver grinned and sat down at the pine table with the large bottle green fruit bowl, now refilled with fruit, sat in the middle. "The last person to cook me breakfast was my mother." He told her with a sigh as she transferred the food onto a lemon yellow plate and placed it in front of him.
"Well then you're sadly missing out." She told him as she went back to get Sam's food too. "Sam do you have any homework this weekend?" She asked him.
"No mummy." He said smiling sweetly.
"Oliver does he have any homework?" She asked him, not believing her son for one second.
"He has maths Hermione; can you pass me the ketchup?"
"Right I want that maths done before lunchtime ok?" Hermione told her son who groaned and muttered something under his breath.
As Hermione leant over the table to pass Oliver the sauce she realised how little she was wearing, pulled the dressing gown around her more tightly and stepped back against the work surface feeling embarrassed.
"I, erm, I'm going to go and get dressed, do you mind looking Sam for a few minutes?" Hermione asked as she quickly rushed out of the room to the safety of her bedroom.
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Sunday morning Hermione made sure to get dressed before going down to cook not wanting to go through the embarrassment that she had experienced the day before. This time it was Oliver's turn to be embarrassed, as Hermione came down the stairs and walked into the kitchen to find her new lodger stuffing his face straight out of one of the cupboards.
"Oliver what are you doing?" She asked, shocked at not being the first one up.
"Oh Hermione! God I'm sorry, I was starving I guess I went a little overboard though." He said looking sheepish.
"Don't worry about it; this is your home as well at the moment so you should help yourself. Now are you full or shall I make you something?" She asked as she pulled her hair up in a pink scrunchie.
"Oh yes please!" Oliver said with the eagerness of a small child. Although, unlike a small child, he watched the young woman in front of him, in her joggers and t-shirt that was so big it slipped off one of her slender shoulders, with her hair off her face he was able to see her elegant neck and almost flawless cheek bones, she looked so beautiful even without any makeup on.
"So you're looking quite gorgeous today my dear." he told her.
Hermione turned around from the cook to look at his face, trying to work out whether or not he was joking. After deciding he looked entirely sincere she blushed, smiled slightly and thanked him. she was unused to compliments off men, she couldn't remember the last time Mark had told her she looked nice or anything of that sort, so she was quite out of practise on how to deal with it all.
Oliver got up from the chair where he was sat watching her and walked over to where Hermione was stood. She turned on lent against the counter facing him and he placed his hands against the counter on either side of her. They were so close that they were almost treading on each other's feet.
Their heads drew closer and closer until their lips finally brushed each other and their eyes closed as they began to kiss. Oliver wrapped his arms around her, placing one on her hip on the other on her back pushing her into him a little more.
"Mummy!" Sam called as he came bounding down the stairs and into the kitchen, Hermione quickly pushed Oliver off her and turned to face the frying pan where she was cooking. Oliver stood in shock of being rejected for a few seconds before sitting back down at the table, determined not to take it to heart. Since he had been cheated on by Amy the only other girl he had been in a relationship with had let him down so maybe it was better that he didn't get involved with another potential disappointment.
Hermione ran her thumb over her lips, it had been a long time since her had kissed someone like that, and been kissed in response with such want and passion. But she shouldn't get involved with someone else; she told herself firmly, it wouldn't be fair on the children. They wouldn't understand. They would think that she was trying to replace their father, which she had no intention of ever doing, they just weren't ready for that yet, and neither was she. It was still too soon, she didn't think she'd be able to cope with being hurt again and she really didn't want to take the risk.