Chocolate Frog Card: (Gold) Godric Gryffindor: Challenge: Write about a Gryffindor other than Hermione, Ron or Harry.

Gringotts: Hermione/Oliver [Hermione - Pairings]

Ultimate Hermione Pairing Challenge: Hermione/Oliver Wood

February Event: 6. (plot/action) Going on a romantic date, 36. (emotion/feeling) Frisky

Word Count: 390

"Don't," Hermione hissed, slapping Oliver's hand away from her bum. "This is not the place."

"Okay, okay," he complied, pulling his hand away and returning it to the small of her back as the couple followed the waiter who was taking them to their table. If she noticed that his little finger was resting lower than it should've, she didn't say anything.

Once the two were sat at their table - private, because it was sometimes a blessing to be famous - and they'd smiled in thanks at the waiter, Hermione tried to ignore Oliver's already wandering feet.

"You're unbelievable," she breathed, shaking her head as she felt his feet twine with hers so that their legs were a mess under the table. She didn't have the space to move away.

"Did I mention how good you looked tonight?"

"Good? No," she responded. "You mentioned how I looked great enough to eat and extremely sexy and so hot that you forgot that the season was winter." He merely smirked at her, causing a faint blush to erupt on her cheeks.

"Well, that's because you do. Look edible, sexy and hot, that is," he confessed, shooting her a wink. It amazed him that, after being together for two years, he was still able to get a blush out of her with merely words.

She exhaled, fanning her cheeks. "The restaurant looks nice, doesn't it?" she asked, trying to change the subject. "They've really gone all out this Valentine's."

"They've merely added a few more candles and some hearts around."

"Makes it look more romantic," she carried on. "It's a shame that our dates can't be as romantic to match it."

He threw his head back and laughed, ignoring the dirty looks he was getting for being loud. Merlin, he loved her.

"I love you," he told her after he'd finished laughing. "And I'm really annoyed that you don't want to skip the meal."

"We have to eat," she argued.

"I was planning on eating you."

He watched as she chewed her lip in her thoughts, and pumped his mental fist in delight, knowing that she was almost swayed.

"We'll skip pudding," she conceded eventually. "I think we can create our own at home."

"Yeah," he agreed. "A Hermione sundae is on the menu. And you know how much I love a Hermione sundae."