A/N: It's been absolutely forever and all I can do is apologise. I've had a bit of a dark period during the past year and I hope you lovely lot can find it in your hearts to forgive me for the absence.

Hermione could not get over the fact that she was now on a blind date with the one and only Oliver Wood – the world famous keeper for Puddlemere United. Teenage Hermione would be besides herself with joy. Smiling to herself, she realised how much she had missed his humour over the past few years. They'd not seen each other since just after the war, whereby they had become rather close.

"I can't believe how much you've grown up over the years, Hermione. Even more ravishing than I remembered," Oliver winked and took hold of her hand as they walked through muggle London. Hermione blushed, feeling heat rush from her chest to the very tips of her ears.

"Oh Oliver, I've missed your charming ways. How have you been?" She turned to grin at him as he pulled her into an art gallery. He still knew her as well as he had back then. Art galleries were always the quickest way to inspire and relax her.

"Oh this and that, other than Puddlemere, not much really. What about your gorgeous self?" He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb and smiled warmly.

Hermione rambled about everything that had been going on in her life since they last spoke, from the passing of the law for the protection of werewolves – they were now considered normal members of society and could have wolfsbane potion during their monthly period if they were registered, to the place she had bought herself, only stopping to blurt out information about a certain painting.

Oliver and Hermione spent the day catching up and talking as good friends do, until halfway through their dinner in an upmarket restaurant in Diagon Alley when Oliver simply grabbed her hand and stared intently at her face with a slight smile.

"Hermione, Mi, there's something I need to tell you," Hermione's heart skipped a beat as her fork froze halfway to her mouth. Frowning, she put down her fork and asked him if everything is okay.

"Listen, Bonnie, I've not been able to get you out of my head for years. I know we had an arrangement and I know we had to stop when we did but I miss you, I miss us. Hermione, I still love you. You ran away before I could try to explain myself but the fact of the matter is, feelings like this just don't go away and I really want the chance to prove myself to you again. Give us another chance." At this, Oliver released her hand and stroked her cheek gently with his fingers. Hermione sighed and leaned slightly into the delicate touch.

"Ollie, I'm so sorry. What we had was amazing, it really was. I just think it was getting too intense too quickly and I couldn't – can't- handle that many emotions in such a short space of time. You fell for me and it scared me. I hadn't realised it was possible for someone to love me so much, and to treat me so well and I'm so grateful for what we had," Hermione smiled sadly at her friend, "But we don't fit together. As much as younger me would be kicking me about this, it's not right for us to be together. I don't feel the way you do about me, Ollie and it's not fair on you. I love you but I'm not in love with you. You deserve a girl who would be excited to get up at 3am to travel to your next match and who would happily talk for hours on end about Quidditch instead of boring you with talk of legislation. Ollie, you are such an amazing man but I can't, not again." She took hold of his hand on her cheek and placed it back on the table, holding onto his fingers.

Hermione frowned to herself and thought how unfair it was that it had been well over a year before she had had any sort of contact, and now two handsome men were interested in her. She wasn't sure what to do, but it was unfair to Oliver that she string him along if she were to only pick Draco later.

The rest of the evening went without a glitch and Oliver walked her back to her flat. Sighing, he looked at her and smiled slightly.

"Merlin Mi, you have no idea how wonderful you are. If you ever change your mind, do not hesitate to contact me. Goodnight gorgeous girl." With that, he kissed her cheek and left. Hermione stood with her key in the door, confusion written on her face as she slowly opened the door and questioned the evening's events. She hadn't seen Oliver in a very long time, so she wasn't sure if what he was saying were true. If he were really in love with her, he would have said something about it before now, right? Huffing, she put her bag on her dining room chair and kicked off her heels before stomping into her bedroom, mumbling about how frustratingly difficult men are.

Scrambling into bed, Hermione sighed and settled down. She really hoped Oliver would move on soon. She wasn't sure she would ever feel the same way for him that he did for her. He really was a lovely man but just not what she needed. She needed the fire ignited within her. She wanted to feel passion in every fibre of her being, and she knew she wouldn't get that with Oliver.

Closing her eyes, she began to create the perfect man in her mind. Strong enough to pick her up and slam her against a wall, with her legs wrapped around his waist. Lips luscious enough that she would be left moaning when his traced hers, while his hands traced her form. Fingers nimble enough to tug at her nipples, eliciting heat to pool towards her inner thighs. Subconsciously, Hermione's own hands had begun to trace her breasts, while she imagined her mystery man. Her hands slowly slid lower and lower, tracing circles on her inner thighs as she imagined more of his features. A slight jaw pressing into her thighs while his mouth works on her. Silky blonde hair for her to run her fingers through as his hips ground into hers, pressing his groin against her. Her fingers dipped inside before she realised she had been thinking about Draco. Frowning, she removed her fingers from her dripping entrance and resolved to sort out the issue of Draco as soon as she could.