"Alright Granger, tell me my captain will be in perfect form for next week's game." Garrett roared.

I shake my head to clear it after being caught off guard from Oliver's comment and begin to fill in Garrett on Oliver's injuries and treatment plan. He relaxes and his eyes land in the corner where I had almost forgotten Harry and Ginny were still standing. I briefly look to the ceiling and mutter a prayer to whoever is listening that they didn't notice the earlier exchange.

"Mr. And Mrs. Potter, my apologies. I didn't see you there!" Garrett wanders over to their corner and holds out his hand. "Did you enjoy the game today?"

"Of course. You have a lovely stadium. I would have loved to play here in my day." Ginny gushes.

"Ah, you were quite the player. You and Mr. Potter are welcome to come to a practice or game any time. And if you'd ever like to practice with the team, just let me know."

"Thank you. That is very kind." Harry says genuinely.

"My apologies, but now that I know Wood is doing alright, I need to go write up my notes from the match while it's fresh in my mind." Garrett nodded at Oliver, then bowed his head and retreated to his own office located on the other side of the stadium.

Before I can say anything else, Harry is moving towards Oliver.

"Wood, it's good to see you again."

I barely register their conversation as I am still reeling from Oliver's earlier comment. He could have just been trying to get a reaction from me. Or, it's possible he meant that. And if he did, did he mean it as a friend, or as more? My heart skipped a beat at the thought of more.

Ginny interrupting the boys brought my attention back to the ongoing conversation. "Hermione is having us for dinner tonight. Why don't you join us so we can catch up properly? It's really been far too long."

She gave me a look daring me to try and get out of this one. Clearly there was something planned in that devious brain of hers.

"That'd be great!" Oliver says cheerfully. "Let me just head to the locker room first to grab a shower and change. I'll be there in a half hour."

"Lovely." I say sarcastically.

No one seems to hear as Oliver heads to the locker room and Ginny, Harry and I return to my flat. I take the vegan lasagna I had prepped earlier out of the fridge and put it into the oven and begin to prepare a salad and some crusty bread.

Harry and Ginny sit at the breakfast bar with butterbeers in hand and watch as I work. It doesn't take Ginny long to break the silence.

"So how long as this thing been going on between you and Wood?"

I feel the heat rush to my face. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Harry looked between us. "And that's my cue to leave. I am happy for whatever is going on in your personal life, but I have a feeling Ginny wants details and I am just not up for that conversation."

I was about to tell him there weren't any details, but Harry simply holds up his hand and leaves the room.

"Sooooo..." Ginny drew out the word.

"We just hang out, Gin. That's all. Nothing more than that."

She doesn't look convinced. "How often? What do you guys do?"

"I don't know, a couple times a week. We usually watch a movie or something and talk. Sometimes we cook together. He's become a really good friend."

"I saw those abs. Do you really think of him as just a friend?" She hooked her fingers at the word.

I let out a sigh and dropped the knife I had been using to chop the cucumbers. "First off, looks aren't everything and it makes me sad that you think I would fall for someone over just a bit of muscle." I hesitate, not sure how to put the rest into words. "As for the friend part, he is definitely that. We can talk for hours about all sorts of things and he is one of the few people who really understands my drive. Sometimes we will just sit here with something on in the background while he goes over plays and I read about the latest physical therapy techniques. They were supposed to have a physical therapist join the team, but he backed out and they decided I was more than competent to fill the roll so I've been doing some extra research." I don't know why I explain the last part, but it felt easier to stall then to have to tell her that my stomach is in knots every time Oliver gets close and that I want to be more than friends but I'm afraid to ruin what we have.

The distraction works because before I can go on, there's a knock at the door. "Oh! Oliver's here. I'll get that." and I rushed from the kitchen to answer the door.

Oliver was leaning casually in the door frame wearing a tight-fitting V-neck t-shirt and jeans that were quite complimentary on him. His hair was still wet and a smirk graced his face.

"Hey. Hope you don't mind if I crash your dinner party."

I smile back. "Not at all. It's Friday, after all. It's usually our night."

I want to slap myself. It sounded cheesy, but regardless his grin grew.

Ginny must have followed me to the door. "What do you mean it's your night?" She raised a questioning brow as I let Oliver in.

"She means we usually watch movies on Fridays. There's not a whole lot to do around here. We have a team potluck on Mondays and I play chess with the guys on Wednesdays, but other than that, it's pretty much all training and working out around here."

Oliver causally left out the fact that he usually spent Saturday evenings here as well. I wasn't sure what to think of that. Maybe he was trying to protect me from Ginny's inquisition?

"Oh, so the team comes over on Fridays. Like a bonding thing?" Damn. Girl knew what she was doing.

Oliver looked to me and then to Ginny, unsure of what to do. It was kind of fun to see him flustered. "Well, no. That's just me and Hermione usually. We started it as a tradition of sorts the first week she started."

I saw Ginny's surprise and that she was about to question further, but Harry came to the rescue.

"That was some save at the end of the match today. The minor league teams aren't nearly as good as your team, obviously, but they can play dirty."

Oliver relaxes a bit and we move towards the kitchen where I levitate the plates into place. "Tell me about it. A lot of the moves they pull wouldn't be tolerated in a professional match, but it's good to practice against them. It toughens us up for the real thing."

The timer went off and I took the lasagna out of the oven. My hands were shaking a bit as I felt Ginny's eyes on me. She clearly wasn't done with our conversation, but I wasn't going to give her the opportunity to bring it back up. Especially now that the subject of said conversation was sitting next to me.

The conversation ebbed and flowed, but thankfully stayed away from the topic of Oliver and myself. It was all I could do to focus on the words being spoken and not the way Oliver's leg kept brushing against mine as he animatedly reminisced with Harry about their Hogwarts Quidditch days.

We finished with dinner and I brought out a lemon cake for dessert. After we finished that, Harry and Ginny excused themselves.

"I want to get James home before bed. Mum said she would keep him, but I just don't like being away from him overnight." Harry agreed with his wife. Ginny turned to me as they prepared to leave and pointed a finger. "You owe me a girls' day." she glanced in Oliver's direction who was in the kitchen helping to clean up. "Sooner rather than later."

I promised her we would make that happen and ushered them out the door, letting out a sigh of relief as I closed it.

Oliver approached. "Do you want some alone time after all that? Seems like it's been a busy day for you."

"What? Oh, of course you can stay!" My mind was a bit on overdrive, but the last thing I wanted was for him to leave. "I'm just going to sit with a movie regardless. May as well have company."

I give my best smile and we move to the sitting room. "What should we watch tonight?"

We'd been going back and forth between movies and Friends. He had a lot to catch up on being he didn't watch his first movie until he was 28.

"Let's watch Friends. How many seasons did you say there are?"

"I think they just finished number 9 and are about to start airing their last season soon. We're only a little way into season two though."

He nodded. "Let's keep going with that then. I'm not in the mood for anything serious tonight."

I gave a small chuckle. Last weekend we watched Cast Away. I couldn't blame him for wanting something a little more upbeat.

I popped in the disc and came to join him on the couch. Oliver covered us with a blanket. I tried not to think about the fact that we were so close I could feel the heat from his skin as I pressed play.