SORRY FOR THE DELAY!

no muse, cant write. but i wrote!..so yay! thanks for the reviews guys!

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A few days after…

The WWW was bustling with teenagers since the term just ended. Many students were loitering in Dagon Alley waiting for their parents to finish shopping, while most were in shops buying random supplies to amuse themselves this boring summer. Little did those quidditch fans know that their favorite keeper was just behind those thin walls.

Oliver Wood, as much he didn't like to be poked and randomly poked, he just had to endure it. For one thing, he liked this lady who was poking him and each day spent with her he fell for her even more. Secondly, it was under his coach's orders to do what ever the Doctor says, because as he said "It's for your own good". Lastly, this lady was Hermione Granger.

"Oliver, try this on" said Hermione as she handed him something that looked like a steel supporter.

"Whaa…what if shrinks too much again like the yesterday!" Oliver exclaimed as he threw the armor onto the floor looking at like it was poisoned.

"Put it on and it wont, I made sure the twins hadn't gotten their hands on it. Now go! I have a dinner with Cal later"

"Whose Cal?" asked Oliver as he went back into the "dressing room", rather behind-random-boxes.

"Cal? Callista is my new housemate…" Hermione said. She pulled one of the boxes and sat on it as she fiddled with a fake wand. It turned into a stuffed rabbit. She laughed, then she remembered her house mate.

-flash back 3 days ago-

The Granger house had noise all of the sudden as Hermione's new housemate liked listening to music. Her name was Callista Silverio and Hermione had met her long ago during her pre med years at Oxford. Callista was two years older than Hermione but they got along quite well especially when Callista lost her flat when she had failed to pay off the rent.

Hermione didn't mind the music, hell she was never home, but sometimes she would like some silence. A day ago Hermione had gone into the Sony store to find a present for her new housemate. A house warming gift as she would like to look at it. Or not. It was a clear blunt sign saying "Please turn down your music" as Hermione got Callista a pair of those huge studio headphones. Callista being the thick person she is, didn't get what Hermione meant, until a day later Hermione told her to turn the down music on specific hours. Most of the hours were 8pm- 8am.

Callista, or Cal to Hermione, was maybe one of the most clean freak people out there. If you thought Granger was an O.C cleaner. Heck Cal just beat her on that thing. Hermione figured, she has after lived with Cal years and years ago she could live with the music as long as Cal wasn't a pig. At least now Cal used her headphones; the problem now is that she hummed the song and Hermione could fully hear her humming at 1 am in the morning. The woman never slept and as her friend and also sometimes personal unpaid physician, Hermione had convinced her friend to take some natural medication to get her sleeping patterns back.

Callista as well had a thing for rabbits, she had bunny slippers, bunny pj's, bed sheets that had bunnies magically animated and lets not forget her real bunny.

"It fits...I am amazed"

Hermione snapped out of her thoughts as Oliver came out from the back of the boxes looking quite happy.

"Ok now we test it.."

"Wha…I thought"

"Its fine…You are healed already right?"

"Yes"

"Ok let's go then"

---------------------------------

Percy was sitting in a random coffee shop just outside of Diagon Alley. He really didn't want to be in the Ministry right now, it was hectic and he couldn't do his paper work while random wizards came into his office demanding something outrageous. The coffee shop was full of muggles, not that he minded for he knew none of them would bother him. Or he was wrong.

"Excuse me can I sit here?"

Percy looked up to see a woman standing behind a chair holding a black side bag and a binder. He noted that she looked like she was some kind of teacher since she had a dress shirt on, had those skirts that teachers usually wear and her hair was in a loose messy bun. Her messy state was somehow breath taking for Percy that he didn't even know that he had a mesmerized face.

"Uhm..can I sit here?" Percy snapped back into reality. "Yeah.." he said as he gestured to the empty chair across him. The woman smiled and sat on the chair putting down her bag on the floor and pulled out a laptop. Percy went back to his paperwork, as he was reading contracts and signing them or finding faults in them, he kept on glancing at the woman across him.

She wasn't that beautiful, he noted, but she looked very pretty. He suspected that she was of Spanish decent. She had dark brown hair that looked auburn when the light hit it, behind her lightweight glasses were a pair of brown eyes that was so dark you'd be lost in them. She didn't wear much make up, if possible she was probably not wearing any at all, but the contour of her face had created natural shades. None the less Percy was staring.

The woman looked beyond the screen of the laptop and said. "Yes? Is there something on my face?"

Percy blinked and tried to utter something but all that came out was "uhm..no..sorry.."

The woman lightly laughed and pushed down the screen of her computer. She held out her hand to Percy, which he took, and said "Callista…"

"Percy.."

"Sorry for taking up the seat, I can just go if you want me to"

"Oh no, please stay, I usually don't have the chance to have pretty ladies for company" Percy said as he put down the papers he was holding. He smiled at the woman who was across him.

"I'm flattered, and I really am sorry, there weren't any more seats and I needed to get away from my office" she said, obviously embarrassed, a slight blush was creeping into her cheeks.

"Same, my office is…well…bustling with noise"

"Hahaha I know how that feels, my office, well, I'm just trying to get away from those students. I have a two hour break and they still knock on my door.."

"So you're a teacher.."

"Not really…more like a TA at the local college"

"So you're a professor then?"

"Not yet at least"

Percy smiled at her, as she smiled back at him. He reached for his cup to find it empty. He looked at her and she didn't have coffee even.

"I'll buy you coffee" offered Percy. Callista shook her head and said. "No, no, its ok, I should be the one buying you coffee.." She stood up and took his cup and sniffed it and then looked up at Percy. "Mocha Latte with a shot of espresso?"

Percy laughed while he nodded. She smiled at him as she walked towards the counter to order coffee. Percy was just watching her walk towards the counter with her clicky pointy shoes. He found himself staring at the woman again. There she stood, slightly posing, not that he thought she knew she was doing that, waiting for their coffee.

She came back with mug and a tiny cup. Her placed the tiny cup in front of her while she handed the mug to Percy who took it. "So…I'm taking you're a coffee addict?" asked Percy. Callista nodded as she carefully drank her espresso. "Yea, slightly…well I always needed coffee when I was on the field. I'm working on a different time zone still." She said.

Percy nodded, he also always needed coffee to be able to work well, he needed it in the morning, he needed it at night when he had to pull all niters. He had a gut feeling that he had heard of that name before Callista, but there were many women in the world that had that name

---------------------------------

At the pitch near London, Hermione Granger was sitting in the stands as she watched her patient make his laps round the pitch. Oliver Wood was far from being a sore sight, in fact, Oliver, in Hermione's opinion, was eye candy. Not that she'd admit it to anyone well maybe Percy. That doesn't matter. He's up there in the air enjoying his broom time while Hermione sat down in the stands with a pair of binoculars inwardly ogling at the cute guy in the air.

Every time he passed her by, Oliver would look at her and smile a smile that would melt Hermione in a second. She did try to act as normal as possible for Oliver was still under her care, though in the wizarding world there isn't such thing as patient-doctor ethics, in the muggle world it was still a huge part of her practice.

Little did she know that Oliver was also looking at her. Not that she noticed she was too busy trying not to look at him, and he fully knew when he flashed a smile at his pretty doctor her knees went weak.

"How is it!" shouted Hermione. Oliver took a turn and headed toward the stands. As he hovered in front of Hermione he said, "Like I was wearing nothing…" Hermione laughed. Oliver blushed realizing what he just said. "I mean…it fits like a glove…DAMN IT! Anything sounds like an innuendo..." Hermione laughed even more.

Oliver offered his hand, "Want to go for a ride?" Hermione instantly stopped laughing and looked at him horrified. She didn't like brooms then, she didn't like them now. Even if the history books saiy that the golden trio went and traveled by brooms to the last battle, it was partly a lie. They should've said that the two boys were on their own brooms while Hermione struggled not to look down while she shared a broom with Ron. The historian should've also said that Hermione was squirming and screaming the whole ride there that the boys had to put silencing charm on her to not get detected by anybody.

"I don't like riding brooms"

"C'mon Herms, you know you wanna?"

"What? Ride your broom?"

"Yes ride my broom! It's the best out there"

"DO you realize what…"

"YES YES…anything with brooms is an innuendo, so ride or no ride?"

"Errrr"

"A chance of a life time, a broom ride with the famous, hottest, bachelor Keeper of England!"

"Oliver.."

"Yes?"

"You have a big ego…shut up and move over"

Oliver moved over looking quite smug. Then a voice boomed. "Do you expect me to levitate to your altitude?" (A.N: do you get it…lmfao!) Oliver frowned and touched down on the stands allowing Hermione to climb on the broom. After which he pushed off and hovered, Hermione had her eyes closed, hand grasping the broom handle while she tried not to scream.

Little did the two know that Oliver's coach was sitting in his office watching everything in amusement, for Oliver finally found another woman he would let ride his precious broom.

---------------------------------

Percy was a happy man today. He just got a number. A number of a pretty lady, a lady who he could talk to because they somewhat think alike, a lady who had the prettiest straight long hair, a lady who had deep brown eyes he was mesmerized with, a lady that made him smile from cheek to cheek.

She had excused herself just a few moments ago, just after he asked for her number, which she gave with a flirty smile. Percy still had that smug face he had a few moments ago, and he highly doubt that it'll be wiped off of his face anytime today.

---------------------------------

It was 5:30 pm and Hermione was now on the broom with her eyes open and enjoying her ride. Oliver Wood was good on a broom, and she felt quite comfortable. She looked at her wristwatch and gasped. She had a dinner with Callista. Well it was at 6pm, but still she should get off the broom now.

"Oliver.."

"Yea?"

"I have to go.."

"Oh! ok wait..."

Oliver descended to the stands they both hopped off the broom.After Hermione got off she looked at oliver and thanked him for the ride, she also told him to not ride a broom till tommorow. He nodded in agreement, she smiled at him and turned away to start walking out of the pitch. Oliver watched her as she looked back and waved at him, he waved back with a goofy smile on his face. Just after she had exited the pitch, he noticed a faint light coming from his coaches office. He picked up the binocolars and looked at the window to find his coach with a pair as well, looking right back at him.

---------------------------------

AN:

YAY YAY YAY update! See…things brew in my head…cha-ha!

Hoped you enjoyed it. :)