Ok, just so you know, I know it took like forever for me to post this but I was planning on just a one-shot , which is why I put so much into the first chapter, and I didn't wait for Harry and Oliver to get together because this isn't a story about them in love with each other but not doing anything until like the last chapter cuz frankly I hate those stories! There's too many of them and my god just get over it and get together already! Well those are my feelings, anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Hey, do you think Harry and Oliver should stay together? I may put in an alternate ending to this one. MAYBE!

Chapter 2:

Oliver woke up in St. Mungo's several days later. He had been hit by the Crucatius curse. Damn bastard. He tried to sit up but he ached too much. He decided to give up and just fell back into bed.

He motioned his head slightlyto the side. There were dozens of presents, balloons and flowers. He smiled to himself. No doubt his publicist told the news about this. Oliver sighed. He wondered how long he'd be stuck in this bed. He wondered how long he's already been here.

A Healer's assistant walked in. She looked at him, noticing he was awake and blushed furiously. She walked closer. Oliver tried to chuckle, but it hurt too much.

"I'm glad your awake Mr. Wood," she said. "Many people have been in and out."

"Really? Like who?"

"Your teammates, some friends, and a few fans. You're a real hero. Taking on those horrible men at the World Cup. Your famous."

"Really? What was I before?" the girl blushed more.

"Well I mean, more famous. I mean before you were just a member of a mediocre Quidditch team, well now you're a hero. They say you took out the man who held the Muggle child in the air." Oliver vaguely remembered.

"We were mediocre?" The girl grew redder.

"Well, er," Oliver smiled. "I mean, you were great, but not all your teammate were exactly good." She looked up to see Oliver trying not to laugh. "You're doing this on purpose." at that he lost it. He laughed out loud, ignoring the pain in his torso.

"No, I'm not."

"Right," the girl tried to look angry, she failed and finally just starting laughing with Oliver. After about a minute they calmed down.

"When do you think I'll be able to leave?" Oliver asked when they were quiet again.

"Probably tomorrow. You still have to heal."

"Damn."

"You know you're very lucky. I've seen people go bloody crazy when hit with that curse. Someone must really like you."

"Did they catch them? The men who did it?"

"No, they fled when they saw the Mark," the girl said in disgust. Oliver was confused.

"Mark?"

"The Dark Mark," the girl looked at him like he was crazy, then understanding dawned in her eyes. "Oh, you were already knocked out. Well, a house elf set the Dark Mark in the sky, those, er, evil men fled when they saw it." Fear grew in Oliver.

"Does that mean, that, You-Know-Who?"

"I doubt it. The house elf probably sent it out to scare off those men. Fear not Mr. Wood, You-Know-Who is dead." She gave him a warming smile, and Oliver eased back. She grabbed his hand and squeezed. She smiled.

"Hope I'm not interrupting something," came a voice behind them. The two turned around to see Hermione standing in the doorway. The girl let go of Oliver's hand.

"I should finish my rounds." She said, not daring to look at the younger girl. "Take care Mr. Wood." With that, she ran out of the ward. Hermione watched her go. When she was gone, Hermione turned back towards Wood smiling.

"I think she fancies you Wood."

"Yeah but I didn't have the heart to tell her the truth." Hermione walked closer.

"No, you never do," she said coldly. Oliver's smile faded.

"I said I was sorry."

"Do me a favor Wood, don't. Just don't." Oliver nodded.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione stared at the ceiling chuckling.

"I have no idea." she looked back at Oliver. "Really I don't."

"Well thank-you." she smiled.

"Harry's freaking out. He's really pissing me off actually. 'Do you think he's okay? Should we go visit him again? What if something happened to him!'" she chuckled lightly. Oliver smiled.

"Well, can you tell him I'm awake, and I'm okay." Hermione nodded. "Shouldn't you be in school?"

"Tomorrow. I didn't want to go without knowing how you're doing."

"You're too good of a person for your own good." he chuckled. Hermione smiled.

"Don't I know it. Well I should be going." She stood up, and leaned over him. "Promise to write?" Oliver was about to comment before she added, "to Harry," he smiled and nodded. She smiled and kissed him on the forehead.

"If only you were a man." he added jokingly.

"If only you were into women." she said seriously. Oliver stopped smiling and watched her leave. Oliver cursed to himself. There was only one woman that could makehim upset like this.

Hermione fucking Granger.

Well that was the second chapter. if you're going to flame keep in mind that this was only supposed to be a one-shot, but seven ppl told me to add more, and one told me it was lousy, im not complaining, thank you for taking the time to say something. i'll try to go faster with the rest BUT i couldn't for the life of me figure out what i was doing!