I spent most of following day after my parents left contemplating just that. I don't know how Oliver feels about me, but maybe it's time I figured out how I feel about him. We've grown so close since I started here and he's been such a constant. Could there be more? I enjoy all the time we spend together and I look forward to seeing him. We haven't really done much outside of the potlucks or our movie night's in, but I've gotten to know him and am thankful for it. Our relationship comes so easy I never considered if there was more to it.

Obviously a person would be crazy to ignore that he is physically attractive. Not only is he well built, but he's been keeping a well-trimmed, short beard that makes him even more rugged and good looking.

Now that I had established that we got along well and I was physically attracted to him, I stopped to think about how I feel when he is around. It's definitely a different feeling than when I'm with others. His touch sends warm fuzzies across my skin and sometimes, when he looks at me a certain way, I feel my stomach do an odd flip.

In the past I've just dismissed these feelings but now, if I'm being honest with myself, I need to admit what my mother saw so clearly from just a few minutes. I had a crush on Oliver Wood.

I had to sit down as I let that statement wash over myself. Then another thought occurred to me. Just because I had this revelation didn't mean that he returned those feelings. I was so out of practice in the dating game.

Ron was a messed-up situation. I spent years pining over him and I had it in my head that he was the one without stopping to really think if we would be good together or if our relationship was healthy. Clearly it wasn't. And even the low level of connection we had took a ridiculous amount of work.

I did date Terry Boot for a bit about six months after the breakup with Ron. It lasted about a month but I was just bored. We didn't connect in a way I was happy with.

Acknowledging my feelings for Oliver was different from both situations. Being around him was effortless and just made me happy. Now that I recognized my feelings for him, it almost felt like it fell in my lap and I don't know what to do with the information.

I contemplated it all through the night and finally came to a conclusion. I would do nothing. Now, that might sound a little cowardly, but I like the way our relationship is. Why should I want to complicate it? That's not to say that if something happened I would turn away from it. No, I'm open to pursuing something. I just don't feel like I need to make a move right now. If something happens, let it.

Feeling good about my conclusion, I went about the week as normal. Realizing that maybe I needed a little girl time, I invited Harry and Ginny to the last friendly. Harry and I had exchanged a few letters since our conversation in my old flat, but I could read the underlying worry in his tone. Hopefully seeing me here would help put his mind at ease.

They arrived a few minutes before we needed to leave for the afternoon game.

"Ginny! Harry! Come on in!"

They entered the flat and took a look around.

"I might have given you a bit of a hard time about the move when I first found out, but this place is really nice!" Harry's words were genuine and while I wasn't looking for his approval, it meant a lot all the same.

"Thank you, Harry. I'm really happy here."

He smiled. "You seem like it."

Our moment was interrupted by Ginny. "I only have so much kid free time outside of work these days. When do we get to see the pitch?!"

I laughed. "Ginny, you work at Quidditch stadiums. Doesn't this feel like work?"

"Of course not! This is all fun. I can get lost in the game and not worry about commentating. This is a total treat for me."

"I'm glad! We can head over there now."

It was kind of fun getting to show my family and friends my new flat and work. I hadn't necessarily been proud of St. Mungos. That was where I was expected to end up instead of something I really chose for myself. I think that's part of growing up. When I first got approved for healing, I felt like I needed to save the world. Maybe it was a bit of residual pressure from the war, but I wasn't doing anything special. This position was both fun and I was helping people not just with injuries, but overall health. Now that I've been doing it a bit, it feels like what I was meant to do.

Ginny was really impressed. "This is a really state of the art facility. Way better than the Harpies for sure. Do you know who owns the team?"

"I've heard rumors that it's actually Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini actually."

Both men had been cleared of all charges after the war and done a lot to clear their image. Darco even apologized directly to me and there's no hard feelings. I understand better than ever what he went through.

"That explains it. They are clearly putting the money in to make sure the team can train well."

We finished the tour at my office a few minutes before game time.

Ginny began asking questions about the team. "How have they been playing?"

"I think they've been doing a decent job. They haven't lost a friendly yet and they have been training so hard."

She nods in understanding. "I heard Oliver Wood got transferred for this season. Have you had a chance to talk to him much?"

Harry's head perked up. "Wood's here? I haven't been keeping up closely on the teams lately. I wonder if he would join us for dinner?"

My face flushed and I hoped Ginny didn't notice. "Yeah, he's here. It's been nice to know someone right off the bat. There are a lot of team gatherings so I've had a chance to get to know him a bit better."

Ginny narrowed her eyes at me. "Hermione do you..."

"Oh look! The game is starting!" I knew what she was about to ask and while I did want to talk to her about it, I was hoping for a moment of privacy and not when I was about to be working.

The distraction worked and all eyes turned to the game. The game went on for several hours. When it ended, several things happened at once. Just as Haskle caught the snitch, Oliver moved to block a quaffle from the goal hoop just as a bludger was sent his way knocking into his upper arm.

I had been using my omniocculars and by the look on his face, I knew it was bad. Seeing the game was over, he flew towards my office and I readied a bed for him. Ginny and Harry moved to the side and out of the way as Oliver hopped off his broom and entered.

"Get up here." Is all I said and he complied eagerly.

Clearly he was in pain, but there was little time for sympathy and niceties. I needed to focus on what I was doing. There would be a time to scold him later.

"Doesn't he get a pain potion?" Ginny asked as I ran my initial assessment and Oliver sat with clenched teeth.

Without breaking stride or taking my attention away from Oliver as I continued to see the extent of his injuries, I responded. "Not on my watch. Pain potions are addictive. My patients can suffer through the pain for the five to ten minutes it takes me to heal the injury."

And it was true. Most of the team understood that, but some were better than others at dealing with it.

"Your shoulder is completely shattered and your humerus is fractured." I said as clinically as possible as I began to perform the complicated movements that would mend the bones.

"I suspected that to be the case when I heard and felt the snap." Oliver hissed in pain as I set the bone before healing it.

I sighed as I finished the last of the spell. "You're number one goal should be to always avoid the bludger." I scolded.

He smiled crookedly through the pain. "No, my number one priority is to save the goal. Avoiding bludgers is number two."

I shake my head at him. "Well that backwards thinking just landed you a week of physical therapy with me. You'll need to complete every session to be cleared to play in next week's game."

I stopped my head shaking and bent down to notate his chart and log his injury and treatment.

His Scottish accent was low and serious, "Spending more time with you is never a bad thing."

My eyes snapped up and his met mine with a slight quirk to his brow.

We stared at each other for several seconds as I tried to wrap my brain around what he had just said and what he meant by it. Before I could fully process my thoughts, Garrett came bursting into the room.