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As i promised here is some serious Oliver and Hermione action. Since i am not used to, still, writting in mature level please dont be too critical with the O/hr action. I can imply but sometimes i blush trying to write what really i see happening. What can i say, i'm an angel ;)

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chit chat done I present to you...

Chapter 14 pt 2: The night with Oliver Wood

5:30 pm

It has been an hour since Callista had left to meet Percy and Hermione was still in err to what she was to wear tonight. Oliver had called her about half an hour ago and said he was coming by to her house around 6pm to meet up with her for dinner. Hermione asked him where he wanted to eat and he just laughed and said "dress nice". Now in terms of Hermione, dress nice can mean a lot of things. Should she dress casual nice, stuck up nice, formal nice or semi formal nice. She really didn't know what to wear tonight. So she figured she'll do her make up first and see what Oliver was wearing. By the time 6 pm came she still was still in her bath rode looking through her closet. The door bell rang and Hermione had hurriedly walked to the door opening it for Wood.

"You aren't dressed yet" Oliver said as he circled Hermione in the foyer.

Hermione looked at he was wearing. Oliver was wearing a simple dark sports coat with his dark jeans and trendy dark shirt underneath. "Where are we exactly going. I don't want to be over dressed nor underdressed Oliver"

"Just wear something, nice, we're having dinner at a nice restaurant" Oliver said.

"Oh well ok then I know what to wear now" Hermione closed the door and told Oliver to wait for her for a bit as she ran up the stairs. Oliver sat on the sofa admiring its bouncy state and then looked around the living room. On various walls were portraits of Hermione's family. There was a particular wall that was filled with Hermione's pictures. Oliver stood up to examine it further and found that Hermione when she was a child had a gap between her teeth. Most of her portraits she was hugging a book or something educational. He then noticed that as the years passed by, specially the one of Hermione at Hogwarts, Hermione's face had become slightly sadder. Each year her expression became more painful in a way that was at least in his opinion. He just shrugged it off then Crookshanks had trotted in the room with his tail up high and jumped on the coffee table. Oliver then sat back down and stared at the cat. "What?" He asked the cat as the cat was looking at him quite oddly.

Upstairs Hermione had rummaged through her stuff and found that she didn't have anything she would like to wear at all. So she bounded for Cal's room. As she entered the room she found a dress hanging on the washroom door and she took it and placed in front of her whilst she faced the closet mirror. "Hah this works. Lucky me, I got a housemate who is fashionable." Hermione then took the dress to her room and put it on and admired the fit on her. "Lucky me we have the same size". She did tired her hair in a neat low pony tail and wore a nice set of chandelier earrings. She almost took them off in fear of having the same situation if it ever occurs tonight as to what happened to Callista the night before. Then again she thought that Percy had curly hair and it was bound to happen while Oliver's hair, even if its shaggy and long, was straight and her earring ever getting caught in his hair would something much more easier to untangle. After she got a pair of shoes on she headed down the stairs.

After 10 minutes she came back down wearing something nice and found that Oliver was having a small staring contest with Crookshanks and Cal's grey rabbit. Hermione snickered and this caught his attention. She was wearing a simple wrap dark blue tea length dress that had elbow length sleeves and a low v neck cut. She had nice red pumps on and was holding a hand bag that matched. Oliver stood up from where he sat and said "You look very pretty" and Hermione smiled at him and did a twirl "Is it good enough?" she asked. Oliver nodded and offered his arm to the lady and she took it. Before they headed out of the front door Hermione looked at herself at the mirror, taking a last minute to check her make up and hair, then walked out and locked the front door. They walked hand in hand down the street and got a cabon the main street. Oliver told the cab to drop them off somewhere in the wizarding district, Hermione had a distinct feeling that they were going to apparate to someplace far.

When they got to the apparition point with in the small street Oliver took her hand and said "Don't apparate justhold on to me ok?" Hermione looked at him suspiciously, well mock suspicion, but said "Ok" The next thing she knew it she felt the world around her turn and her feet were off the ground. When she opened her eyes she saw that they weren't in London anymore. She looked up at Oliver then and asked him where they were and she had a distinct feeling they had apparated to Paris as she saw those atrocious huge green crosses that was distinctly a sign of a 24 hour Parisian drugstore. Oliver just smiled at her and said "I heard that you've been here before"

Hermione nodded and said "Yea but what are we doing here?"

"You'll see" Oliver hailed a cab and they entered the black Mercedes Benz telling the driver to bring them somewhere. Hermione didn't pay much attention as she trusted Oliverabout the venue of their dinner. She looked out the window discreetly watching the Parisian streets in interest. The swirls of color that came from the lights in street entranced her. She saw people in nice clothes walk down the street chatting along with their boyfriends or girlfriends. She saw a bunch of teenagers who looked like tourists run down the street. She noted that they must be North American due to the fact that they were wearing runners except for one who was in high heeled boots. They were singing out loud when the taxi passed them by and they all waved at Hermione.

Hermione remembered how much she missed this city. She hasn't been there for a while now and was actually planning to go there that summer to tag along with Callista who had a convention to go to at the Louvre.

Oliver watched her as she stared out the window they were nearing Eiffel tower and Hermione looked at him oddly. "Where are we going Oliver?" she asked. but she realize what a stupid question that was. They were headed to the Eiffel tower which only means they are eating there.

"To the restaurant up there. I made reservations yesterday." Oliver said as he took her hand into his.

"Oh…I love that restaurant my parents and I ate there in the summer of 5th year before I went to stay at the Weasleys" Hermione remembered the time and she remembered her parents. She hasn't visited neither her fathers nor Ron's grave for a long time now. She had to do it sometime and she was planning to do it soon. She had ghosts in her past that have to be settled before anything else. But she didn't want to think about that now, she was with Oliver and she was enjoying herself.

"So I've heard. Ah here we are. How much is it?" Oliver asked the cab driver who said it was around 15 euros. After Oliver paid the fare thenhe and Hermione went up to the entrance and Oliver handed the entrance tickets and they stood there for only about 15 minutes until they boarded the elevator and got off atthe second stop where the Restaurant was. There weren't much peoplesince it was a cold night.Hermione noted that there were many couples in the restaurant.

After they ordered their starters which were snails much to Oliver's dismay they got into talking about their lives. Oliver was explaininghow he got his job and such and how lucky he felt to be able to still play now. Hermione nodded in agreement if Oliver hadn't healed well he wouldn't be playing for the finals and he would most likely not play at all anymore.

"So why di dyou became a doctor?" asked Oliver. Hermione sipped a bit of her wine and started. "Before we found out that I was a witch my father had always wanted me to become a doctor. He didn't care what kind of doctor, but a doctor anyways. You see everyone in his side of the family are doctors. My Aunt Joan, or Dr. Lee to you is a doctor, my father was a dentist. Their father was a vet while their mother was a psychologist. It was just something I had liked because I was exposed to it as a young child"

"Oh like me and my sport, my dad played it all the time heck he was in the Hogwarts team back then, and it kind of rubbed onto his kids. You know my sister Helen. One of the most formidable chasers I have ever gone against and thats saying alot" Oliver said as he remembred his sister reaction when she had found out about Hermione. Course Oliver tried to play it cool and didnt say a thing but helen knew her brother a bit too well to be misled by his silent poker face.

"Really?" asked Hermione.

Oliver nodded and replied "Yea, she could've played professional but she didn't,"

"Ah I see I see" said Hermione as they watched the dishes of the entrees to be taken away by the waiter who had winked at Hermione. Hermione stifled a laugh as Oliver glared the the waiter.

"Why did you leave our world, I mean I heard that you got a good payload and such?" asked Olivre still looking at the waiter from afar.

"Sort of, see now after the war, I didn't have anything else in our World so I went back to my muggle lifestyle and pursued something I promised my father I would eventually do. You know.."

"Ah I see,"

Not long after the main course came and they had started eating randomly talking about their life goals and things in their lives. Hermione found out that Oliver didn't want to just play Quiddtich all of his life and wanted to become a coach or even work for the ministry in the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

Dinner went without a hitch and soon they found themselves standing up in the highest level of the Eiffle tower looking over Paris. "Thank you for dinner Oliver" said hermione as she walked towards the railing and looked out to stare at the L'arc de Triomph. Oliver walked towards her and said "No problem m'lady" as he hugged Hermione from behind. He felt her shiver and by instinct he rubbed her arms and hugged her tightly. As he breathed by her neck she giggled. Oliver then breathed heavier this time and she elbowed him slightly.:"Oof"

"Hey that tickles" she said and Oliver kissed the spot behind her neck and replied "Mmm really…"

Hermione smiled towards Paris and then at Oliver who was watching her gaze out to the beautiful city.

"Oliver" she said.

"hmm.."

"I had a good time tonight"

"Me too Herms" agreed Oliver.

They just stood there like that for a bit gazing into the city in each other arms taking every moment into account and enjoying it. Hermione felt comfortable around Oliver more comfortable than what she had felt when she was flirting with Percy only a week or so ago. Oliver's arms around made her feel secure and she smiled at this she didn't know that Oliver had felt the same way at the same exact time. After about 30 minutes more Hermione groaned at Oliver who was lightly kissing her neck. "not here" Hermione said as her eyelids flickered close due to the contact with his lips that were warm due to his breathing.

"Where then?" asked Oliver. Hermione turned around and she forgot he was keeping her warm as the cold air seeped into her limbs. "Home" she said.

"Whose home?" asked Oliver.

"Mine" Hermione replied and with that they decided to head down and go back to Hermione's place.

In a swift pop they were comfortably on the sofa with Oliver being pinned below by Hermione. Oliver watched the intensity in her eyes that somehow seeped into his and made the heat of his body rise second per second as they stared in each others eyes. Oliver with both of his hands took hold of the wavy locks that curtained the sides of Hermiones face and brought it up to look at the shadows of her face in the dim litted room. "Herms, I don't want to force…"

"No, you aren't…I want to" she cut him off as she leant in and kissed him fiercely. Oliver could only oblige as the woman on top of him kissed him in a way that sparked a fire within him. As he took hold of her waist and pushed her up as he sat up. She looked at him oddly at first when he took her by the waist again and turned her underneath him. "Now this is more comfortable" Oliver growled. Hermione chuckled and pulled him down for a kiss while her hands lingered down to tear off the sports coat. Oliver's actions had urged her to spread abit to allow his hips space between her legs, while his hands pushed the dress higher. Hermione kicked off her shoes and a loud thump was heard on the wood panelled floor.

Just as Oliver's lips trailed down to her bare neck line and was undoing the tie of the wrap dress a resounding sing song vioce popped in Hermione's head as she saw an imaginary Callista sing songly saying "lets get it awwwnnn" with a wink. Hermione shook it out of head just in time when Oliver went back to the northern hemisphere of her body with a trail of burning kisses on her skin. She gasped as she felt him through the thin layer of dress. She needed this, she wanted it. She wanted Oliver Wood. Hermione moaned as Oliver thrust his hips instinctively into her. Though they still had clothes on, his hardness was felt with full force in something that hasnt been pricked for a long time.

Hermione had then pulled the shirt off of him, she wanted him then and there. Oliver looked at her hungrily as she tried to unbuckle his belt. When she did unbuckle and unzip him he leant in again and kissed her fiercely as he grabbed one of the girls. "Hermione...here?"

"Just...do it.." she said and felt his hands try to pull her underwear off when a pop sounded into the whole house that had stopped both him and her from what they were doing. Hermione laid there with Oliver's earlobe in her mouth listening to see if her housemate would just go back up to her room without going through the living room. She was hoping Cal would. She really was hoping.

Oliver slowly looked up from the sofa and saw as she Callista had just chucked off her black top and when she turned he saw that she wasn't alone. Hermione slowly peered from the sofa and found that Callista had brought home Percy and they were getting alot more action done than her and Oliver. Hermione tried to supress the laughter as Oliver was snickering a bit more loudly than she did.

Without thinking, to stop Oliver from snickering any louder she took hold of his head and pushed it into her bossom. She could feel his breath from her chest and she could feel him laugh. It was tickling her and she bit her lip trying to hold in the laughter. Hermione peered again and now saw Percy pinning Cal to the wall when he then took her by the hips and carried her up to upper landing as she straddled him. Hermione then laid her head down back on the throw pillow and stopped pushing Oliver's face down. They waited for a door to click shut until they moved. Oliver gasped for air as he looked at the un dressed woman below him. He was red in face and was smiling at Hermione. "You know, closed doors would be much easier" He suggested as he placed a kiss on her bossom. Hermione giiggled and said "Yea that could be a good idea".

Oliver fixed his pants up when he sat up and gathered his clothes that were all on the floor. He looked at Hermione who didnt bother to tie up her dress and looked at her unclothed parts and he felt just like pulling her back down. She stood up and offered her hand to him and he took it as he stood up beside her. Hermione lead him up the stairway, less haphazardly compared to Cal's style and brought him to her room. As she was closing the door she asked him "do you want coffee?" and he growled. "tommorow morning" and the door slam shut.

The next morning would be funny...more amusing than they thought possible. ...

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