Hermione was standing outside Oliver's parents house about half an hour later.
She could see him through the windows to the kitchen, and she carefully watched him set the table and get everything ready for breakfast with his family. Her heart was pumping so hard in her chest that she was surprised that he couldn't hear it. He was wearing a black turtleneck and black khakis. He looked good and with a hurtful pang, she realised that she missed him more than she had let herself believe. She missed the feeling of his strong arms around her waist. The way he kissed her neck every morning. How he was always able to read her. She needed him back. She was sure of it.
She watched him for a couple of minutes before he finally lifted his head from the dining table and met her eyes.
As soon as he saw her, his shoulders relaxed and his mouth started to hang slightly open. They stared at each other through the kitchen window for a few seconds before he dropped everything he had been carrying and ran to the door.
A second later, Hermione saw him bolt across the snow-covered garden only to stop a few feet in front of her.
"You came," he panted.
Hermione nodded softly, "of course I came.."
His face erupted in a smile and he took a few strides over to her, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss that she happily returned. She had missed him so much.