For the next twenty-two minutes, we were engrossed in the episode. It's "The One with the Prom Video" and Oliver and I watched it intently. I can't help but think this one hits a little close to home right now. The episode ended and the disc returned to the title screen.

Oliver and I are silent for a moment. I turn to him, about to ask if he wants to watch another, when I notice him staring at me intently. My eyebrows furrow as I try to decipher what's going on in that wonderful mind of his.

He says nothing, but ever so slowly he lifted his hand and threaded his fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck. It's clear what he was intending, but he paused for a moment to give me a chance to say no.

Maybe I should have, but in the moment, there was no way I could resist what he was offering. Ever so slowly he inched closer and my eyes fluttered closed. Our noses brushed softly before his lips met mine. It only took a second for me to respond as my own hands found their way to the back of his neck to encourage him closer.

Why I had been trying to deny myself this experience, I'll never know. The kiss was short, but it completely stole my breath and made me tingle all the way to my toes.

When he pulled away, I was hesitant to open my eyes in case this was all a dream. When I did, Oliver was staring at me, a bashful expression on his face.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while now."

"Me too." I admit. "What made you decide to act now?" Perhaps it wasn't the best question to ask right now, but my curiosity needed to quelled.

He removed his hand from my hair and rubbed it nervously over the back of his neck. "I think it was that episode, honestly. Ross hid his feelings for far too long and allowed himself to be pulled into the role of friend. He let his fear of rejection hold him back from something that could have been pretty damn amazing. Obviously, I don't know what happens to them long term, but it made me realize that I didn't want to be like that. I don't want to look back and wish I would have acted sooner or worse, realize I was too late." His eyes met mine. "I like you, Hermione."

His voice was sincere and it melted my heart. "I like you too, Oliver."

He smiled and moved in to kiss me again. I gratefully accepted, smiling as our mouths moved in sync. It wasn't an intense kiss or particularly deep as we learned each other, but it set my nerve endings alight all the same.

"Where do we go from here?" I asked in a whisper when we finally broke apart.

He laughed. "We've practically been dating since you got here, but let me take you out on a proper date."

He wasn't wrong. All our nights together getting to know each other weren't that different from an official date.

"I'd like that."

He smiled wide. "Me too. Despite how much shite I'm going to get from the guys for it."

I raised a brow. "Have they been giving you a hard time about me?"

"Let's just say that our time spent together hasn't gone unnoticed by the team." He threaded my fingers with his as he spoke.

"How embarrassing! They've never said anything to me."

"It's just locker room talk." A look of horror crossed his face. "Nothing inappropriate of course! The guys just like to give me a hard time for not succumbing to the fans that throw themselves at us. I'm not sure if you've noticed but Haskle has a different girl over every week. That's never been my thing. I also get a lot of flack for turning down Rose."

Something clicks into place. "Is that why she hates me?"

Oliver looked horrified. "What has she done?"

"Nothing really. She is just really sour towards me and I can't figure out why."

He nods. "It likely has something to do with it. She has been trying quite hard to make something happen between us and there's just nothing there. I mean, really nothing there. She is a great beater, but awful at conversation. I could never end up with someone like that."

A flare of jealousy ignites in my chest. Hearing that someone else is interested in Oliver doesn't feel great, but I realize that he is a famous Quidditch star. There are women all around the country who likely stare at his photo on their wall. If I want to be with him, that's something I'm going to have to get used to. I did need to make one thing clear.

"Oliver, I have complete trust in you, but I need to say it anyways. I don't share. If you ever have the thought of being with someone else, whatever we have romantically needs to end."

A look of sadness crosses his face. "I could punch Weasley for what he did to you. Don't worry. I'm not a serial dater and I would never hurt you that way. I think that's about the lowest thing a person can do."

Oliver didn't strike me as the type of person who would ever hurt another in that way, but it felt good to hear him say it regardless.

"Good. So what now?"

"We date. Let me take you out tomorrow. We don't have to make any big proclamations; we just take it one day at a time and see where it leads us."

"That sounds fair."

"Good."

He smiles widely and pulls me closer to his side. I push play and we start another episode but I'm barely paying attention.

I'm reveling in the feel of being close to Oliver and wondering how this evening ended up the way it did. However this happened, I wouldn't trade this feeling of happiness for anything.