This chapter is Co-written with AngelOfMercy86

Oh…my….gosh! I am so friggin' sorry, people! Pleaaaaase forgive meeeee! I'm one of those authors that I HATE! Never updating stories! SORRRRRRYYY! I will finish this! And soon, I swear! Here's the VERY LONG awaited chapter! I noticed some of you kept me on the alert list, thanks guys!

Out of all my stories, this one has had the most hits and most reviews for such small chapters. Thank you, all!

I also acknowledge all the negative reviews, saying I was rushing things and putting the exact scenes from the movie into this story and leaving too many things out. I totally agree, thank you everyone.

Also…it's been two years since I updated this…and I just watched the movie a couple nights ago, so I'm 'refreshed!' haha!

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"Ohh, mate!" Fred said as he looked at Oliver black eye. "Looks painful."

"It's not too bad." Oliver replied.

"I have never seen Hermione act like that before." George said. "And she was at our house an awful lot growing up."

"People change, I guess." Oliver said and the three of them walked towards the Quidditch meeting.

"Ah, Wood! You're here, let's get started!" Kent said.

After thirty minutes of discussing moves for the next game, a young witch knocked on the door and popped her head in. "A fire call for Mr. Wood," she said in her thick Irish accent.

"Make it quick," Kent said.

Oliver nodded and looked into the fireplace.

"Hi, sweetie!" Hermione said.

"Um…Hermione, I'm in a meeting right now." Oliver said.

"Oh, ok…I see how it is…Um, did you bring a sweater with you today?" she asked, ignoring the fact her was in a meeting. "It's slightly chilly outside."

"Hermione," Oliver said now getting impatient," it's seventy-five degrees outside."

"Olie! I can't have you getting sick on me! What if your immune system gets low" she choked with tear, "and you die!"

She pulled her head away from the fireplace with those final words.

Oliver sighed. "Well, let's get back to the meeting!" he snapped.

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"I don't get her!" Oliver said. "One minutes, she's sexy, fun Hermione, and then the next minute, she's a lunatic!"

"Mood swings, my friend," Fred said solemnly.

"Mood swings?" Oliver repeated. "No, these aren't mood swings."

"Then what?" George asked.

"I don't know. I don't even care! I just need to let this thing go one for one more week, and I'll be free of her…her…..insanity!"

"Who's insane?" Hermione asked brightly as she walked into his office.

Fred covered his mouth to hide his snickering as Oliver gave him a glare that would even send He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named running to his mummy.

"No one, honey," Oliver said.

"Oh, okay!" She said. "Look what I got for you today," she held up an awful polka dot cloak that was black and yellow.

"Um…it's lovely…" Oliver lied.

"Isn't it?" she smiled. "Look, I got a matching scarf! And then I also got this adorable cat today," she let the small scrawny Siamese out of her carrier and it jumped onto his broom case he had laying on his desk.

Oliver's eyes widened. "It's…so--"

"Is that even a cat?" George asked.

"Of course it is!" Hermione snapped.

"It doesn't look like one," Fred insisted.

Hermione opened her mouth to snap at him again but was interrupted by the cat suddenly coughing and wheezing.

"Oh, my baby!" She said as it hacked up a large hairball.

"Oh now I understand why it's so hair-less!" Fred said smartly.

"Aww! He's a puker!" Hermione said proudly.

"Yes," Oliver agreed. "Yes he is. On my nice broom case."

"Are you mad at him?" Hermione asked angrily. "How would you feel if every time you took a shower, you were taking a risk of hacking something up?"

"No, Mione! I didn't mean it that way." Oliver said.

"Yeah, Mione!" Fred whined, making fun of Oliver.

"Fine," Hermione huffed.

"So! Oliver, tomorrow night-your place?" George asked.

"What's tomorrow night?" Hermione asked.

"Guy's night!" Fred answered.

"Ohh…Guy's night, eh?" Hermione said. "Well, I have to get to work now. Bye Olie Wolie Wolie Woo!" and she apparated out.

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The next day, Hermione thought it would be best to take a break from her mind games.

"Have you started writing your article yet?" Lavender asked.

"Yeah, I only have a little over thirty words," Hermione laughed.

"Well, that's good." Parvati snorted.

"Shut it," Hermione threw a pillow at Parvati's face.

"So what is he doing tonight?" Lavender asked.

"Guy's night," Hermione answered.

"And you aren't doing anything to him?" Parvati asked. "Guy's night is the perfect opportunity to crush him."

Hermione looked at Parvati and saw the say mischief she used to see in the Weasley twins eyes at Hogwarts.

"Perfect." Hermione repeated quietly and grinned evilly.

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"Ok, boys! What have you got?" Oliver asked.

"Nothing. I got nothing!" Fred threw his cards on the table.

"Full house," Harry grinned and flashed his cards.

"Potter, always lucky." Fred mumbled.

"Well I'm out," George sighed.

"Me too," Fred replied.

"Same here," Oliver sighed.

Harry smiled proudly as he grabbed his earnings. "Well what next?" he asked.

"How about….."

Knock, knock, knock!

"Who could that be?" Oliver asked annoyed. He got up and walked over to the door. He slowly opened it and tried his hardest not to gasp when he saw Hermione's beaming face in his.

"Olie, honey!" she squealed.

Fred, George, and Harry snickered at Oliver's tormentor. Oliver tried his best to keep a straight face, but before he could even say anything, Hermione started skipping her way into the apartment. She waltzed up to the poker table where the three men were sitting now speechless.

"Harry Potter!" she screeched louder than a Mandrake.

"Y-Y-Yes?" he stammered.

"Did you take my Oliver's money!" she demanded.

"W-Well w-we were p-playing poker…..and I w-won," he answered.

"You give him back his money right now!" she pointed her finger at him.

"Hermione," Oliver stepped in. "It's fine! It's the rules! Potter won and we lost! No big deal!"

"B-But!" she tried to argue, but he just shook his head.

"What are you doing here anyway?" he asked.

"I just wanted to come see you!" she beamed.

"Yeah, but….I told you it was just gonna be me and the guys tonight," he said.

"I know! That's why I brought snacks!" she beamed as she handed out tofu on wheat sandwiches.

The guys took them and smiled a fake smile as they took a bite.

"It's…delicious," Fred lied.

"Mione, tonight is guys night…" Oliver said.

She frowned and tears formed into her eyes. "I see how it is…..you don't wanna see me!" she gasped. "You think I'm annoying!"

"N-No," he stammered.

She looked over to the side and saw the cat fall over after drinking out of its water bowl.

"What did you give it!" she shrieked.

"Ummm……butterbeer," he answered.

"That makes animals drunk!" she gasped in horror. She ran to the cat and picked it up. "Well since you obviously hate me….I'll just leave……FOREVER!" She then stormed out of the apartment.

"Way to go," Harry said with thumbs up.

"I know how you can fix this." Fred said. "Anytime Angelina wants to break it off with me, we go to couples therapy."

"Couples--?" Oliver smiled. "Yeah! It might actually work!"

"Well go after her, idiot! She's probably already home!" George said.

"Argh…dammit!" Oliver cursed running after her.

"Hermione, wait!" he called.

She stopped and turned around. "Yes?" she asked.

"I'm….sorry," he said. "Please don't break up with me…."

"Why not?" This guy is desperate! she thought.

"Because…you're wonderful!" he said. "We--We can go to couples therapy, too!"

"You know something," she said. "That might actually work." She put her finger on her chin. "I know the perfect person. I'll set up an emergency appointment!"

"Great!" Oliver kissed her on the cheek.

"See you later," she said, turning her back to him.

"Bye, honey." Oliver grinned.

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