CHAPTER FIVE
Summary: With the War finally won and a rapid decline in the wizarding population, drastic measures are taken in a bid to save Wizarding Britain with the introduction of a new Marriage Law. Under the law, Hermione is forced to marry at eighteen or face being exiled from the Wizarding World. She must learn to deal with her past and look forward to her future with rising Quidditch Star, Oliver Wood. Rated M for a reason.
Disclaimer: All original characters and canon events belong to J.K. Rowling. Non-canon events and characters are my own. I am not making any profit from posting this fanfic. Characters are likely to be OOC.
Updated: 16/01/19
Page count: 14
Weasley's Wizards Wheezes - Wednesday 24th June, 1998
Like Oliver had promised, he owled Hermione later that night and made plans with her for the next night. He decided that in order for their marriage to work, they should probably date first and Hermione agreed; it would likely make things easier on them both if they got to know each other before they married.
Oliver had also secretly owled the twins and asked for advice about Hermione and where he should take her on their first date, since they knew her better than anyone, or so they informed him. After a few hours of indecision, he'd finally decided on a place that he thought Hermione would appreciate. He instructed her to wear comfortable clothing and that she should be ready by eight o'clock.
When the time arrived, he stepped out of the floo in the twins' flat, dusting the soot from him blue jeans, blue button down shirt and black jacket.
Fred and George were sat on the couch playing poker and Hermione was in her bedroom changing. They greeted Oliver with a tilt of their head and Oliver himself sat down and watched as they played their hands.
"What are ye doin'?" Oliver asked intrigued.
"Kicking Fred's arse at poker," George snorted and Fred scoffed.
"At what?"
"Poker, muggle card game, Hermione taught us," Fred shrugged.
At that point Hermione stepped out of her room dressed and ready. She had her hair up in a messy bun, she was wearing black skinny jeans, white converse and an overly large grey hooded jumper and he chuckled at the sight.
"Hey, Oliver," she greeted as she crossed the room over to them.
"Hey, Are ye ready tae go?" He asked, standing.
"Yes, just give me a minute," she said, taking the cards out of Fred's hands. "Two," she said, throwing two cards down on the table. George gave her two cards from the deck and then sorted his own hand out.
"Ten flush," George said smugly, putting his cards down on the table for them all to see.
Hermione smirked and put her cards down, too. "Straight in diamonds," she spoke. George's arrogant look fell off his face, Fred laughed loudly and Oliver chuckled.
She kissed the twins on the cheek, ruffled their hair and then she followed Oliver over to the fireplace. She stepped in and he called out the address, throwing the floo powder into the grate.
"Do you think she'll like it?" George asked.
"It's Hermione," was his reply through a chuckle.
~000~000~000~
Wood Manor
Oliver stepped out of the floo and Hermione followed after him, absentmindedly brushing the soot off herself. He walked down a corridor before pushing open two large wooden doors and stepping outside.
It was still light outside given it was summer and there was a breeze in the air that tingled Hermione's skin. They walked in silence and he headed to a wooded area.
"Where are we going?" She asked curiously.
"A owled the twins fer a bit af help an' this is what a came up with. We're almost there," he answered, as they entered the woods and walked down a narrow pathway. After ten minutes of silently walking they finally reached their destination.
They stepped out of the woods and into a large grassy area with a large lake and the sun slowly beginning its decent sparkling against the water. A smile pulled at Hermione's face. She loved the outdoors; it was the only thing she enjoyed when she'd been on the run.
Oliver noticed her reaction and the corner of his mouth twitched. If he'd have brought any other girl to the lake on a date –especially if it had been someone like his teammates' partners- he could imagine them shouting and demanding that they be taken on a 'real' date and treated to the best food and wine possible. But not Hermione; Hermione, who was smiling softly as she lifted her face into the slowly setting sunlight, the warmth bathing her skin. She looked to be in her element, like he was when playing Quidditch or flying.
"Shall we?" He gestured with his hand that they move closer to the lake.
"Let's," she grinned and he chuckled at her.
They both moved closer to the lake with Oliver stopping them not long before they reached the edge. He removed something from his pocket, placed it on the ground, and with his wand he resized the items. There was a large and comfortable looking red blanket and a wicker picnic basket.
They sat down opposite each other and Oliver removed a chicken sandwich and handed it to her and she took it gratefully and they both began eating.
"Where are we?" She asked, before taking a bite of her sandwich.
"The grounds af Wood Manor," he replied with a slight shrug of his shoulders and she raised an eyebrow.
"You Purebloods and your manors," she said with a sigh and shake of her head, and he snorted at her.
"So a grew up in a manor in Scotland. Where did ye grow up?" He asked, hoping to break the ice and find a way to get the conversation between flowing.
"London, born and raised. We had a three bedroom house complete with a kitchen, living room, bathroom and office. It had a small garden with a drive way. It was simple and quiet," she said with a fond smile crossing her face. "It was just me and my parents, but they worked a lot so I spent a lot of time by myself. I don't have any siblings so I was always lonely. That's why I have a love for books; they were all I had to keep me company. What about you? Any siblings?"
"Naw, a'm an only child tae; except me ma didnae work when a was a child, so a was never alone. She always found somethin' fer us tae do," he said and Hermione smiled. "So, ye an' The Weasley Twins? A never saw tha' coming," he said chuckling and she laughed at him.
"I don't think anyone did," she nodded.
"They told mae their side af the story, but a don' know yers."
"The Final Battle was over and I entered the great hall to see The Weasley's crowding around Fred who was laying lifeless on the floor. When I saw the slightly twitch in his throat, I checked to see if he was breathing and he was, but barely. George and I had a struggled since he tried to pull me away from Fred, but I was able to get free and find a pulse. Once I called the healers over, they verified that Fred was alive and they rushed him to hospital."
'She saved his life,' he thought.
"For the next two weeks, I visited the hospital and stayed every night to keep George company and allow chance to sleep while I was watching over Fred. I made sure he was eating, sleeping and taken care of her, and during the day I spent my time fixing the twins' shop and restocking their shelves. Due to this, George and I spent a lot of time together and we became close and I got to know Fred through George. When Fred woke up he and George asked me to move in with them. After a full day and night of rejecting them, I couldn't take it anymore and agreed, but only because they stole my belongings and locked me in their spare room and they wouldn't let me out until I'd unpacked everything. They even stole my wand," she sighed and he chuckled; it was definitely something he could see The Weasley Twins doing. "We're pretty much inseparable now. We take care of each other and we look out for each other. I know that if I need them, they'll be there for me. It's nice knowing that they'll protect me even if I don't want them to. I've never had that before," she said, playing with her fingers as she looked down at the blanket.
"What aboot..." He didn't know if he should say their names or not.
"Harry and Ron? They left me. If they cared, truly cared, they would've either stayed or asked me if I wished to travel with them. They could've at least said goodbye in person and not left like cowards in the night. They've left me to deal with it all. They're the reason I'm the number one target for revenge. They're the reason I receive death threats. They're the reason I can't leave the shop alone. Ron, I understand because he's an arsehole with the emotional range of tea spoon." Oliver couldn't help the snort of laughter that escaped him and she smiled slightly. "He's always been mean to me and he never failed to insult me in some way. But Harry..." She sighed sadly, looking tired. "I stood by him for seven years and never once did I think of leaving. The things I've had to do for him, the things I've had to sacrifice for him... And I still can't believe he abandoned me. I've lost count of how many times I've suffered, been injured or almost died for him." She said quietly. His eyes widened and his mind filled with what that could possibly mean. He wanted to ask but he decided it could wait.
"To be honest, I'm glad I have Fred and George. They make me feel safe when Harry and Ron never did. I'm closer to Fred and George after a week of living together, than I was with Harry and Ron after seven years of friendship. Fred and George are my true best friends, my family. I don't think I'd be able to cope with all this pressure I have on me if I didn't have them to keep me afloat."
"Do ye think ye will fergive them if ye see them again?"
"I don't know," she sighed, pushing a fallen curl back from her face and behind her ear. "Fred and George say that I forgive people far too easily. I might be able to forgive them, but I definitely won't forget and things won't be the same." She looked up at him, seeing him looking at her with an expression on his face that she couldn't decipher. "Right, that's enough of the depressing," she said and he snorted at her. "Let's do a quick fire round," she suggested.
"What's tha'?"
"Well, we basically ask each other questions and we have to answer as quickly as possible. We have a time frame, say two minutes?"
"Okay, let's do it," he nodded in agreement.
She pulled her wand from her sleeve and set a timer. "We both have to answer the question the other poses." He nodded in understanding. "Okay, you go first...And go."
"Favourite colour?" Oliver started.
"Don't have one; it changes depending on my mood. Right now, I'd say yellow," she replied, her eyes briefly looking up at the darkening sky.
"Navy blue,"
"Puddlemere?" She said amused, knowing navy blue to be one of the three colours of his team. He nodded, and she laughed, shaking her head. "Favourite game to play as a child?"
"Quidditch," he shrugged without having to think about it, and to be honest, Hermione had suspected that would be his answer.
"Hide and seek,"
"Favourite drink?" He asked.
"Milk,"
"Pumpkin juice," he answered.
"Tea or coffee?" Hermione asked, wondering which hot beverage he preferred with his breakfast, or just in general.
"Tea,"
"Tea,"
"Favourite sandwich filling?" He questioned,
"Chicken salad,"
"Turkey and stuffing," he said and Hermione grimaced. She hated stuffing and he chuckled at her reaction.
"White or brown bread?" She asked.
"White,"
"50/50," she answered. He raised an eyebrow at her and she smiled cheekily.
"Favourite seasons?"
"Summer and winter,"
"Summer and winter,"
"Favourite professor from Hogwarts?" Hermione asked.
"Flitwick,"
"Mine's McGonagall,"
"Buns or bread?" Oliver asked.
"Depends what we're eating," she shrugged.
"Bread,"
"Favourite ghost?"
"Sir Nick," he answered.
"Peeves," she said without thought and he raised an eyebrow in surprise. They had a lot of answers to discuss after the game was up.
"What's your goal in life?" He asked.
"I've already achieved it." He cocked his head to the side, questioningly. "It was to survive the war; I suppose I'll have to find something different now."
He frowned at her answer. "Tae win the league as Captain."
"What's your patronus?" She asked curiously.
"A cannae cast one,"
"Otter...No sorry, lion," she said and he looked at her confused.
"What's yer favourite spell invented?"
"Bat Bogey Hex," she laughed. He really had to find out what that hex was.
"Summoning Charm,"
"What's your favourite item of clothing?"
"Pyjamas," he answered and it surprised her.
"The twins' Quidditch jerseys, they're so comfortable" she said sighing happily. He didn't know why, but he didn't like that answer.
"Apparition or port key?"
"Apparition short travel, port key long," she answered.
"Same," he nodded.
"What country or city you would like to visit?"
"Australia," he said and he saw a flicker of pain cross her face before it disappeared and he frowned.
"India,"
"Indoors or outdoors?" He asked, wondering if she was like him as he preferred to be outdoors.
"It depends on weather, but mainly outdoors."
"Mae tae,"
"Starter or dessert?" She asked.
"Dessert,"
"Dessert, every time," she sighed, just thinking about the chocolate cake the twins had bought for her from her favourite bakery, and it was currently waiting for her in the kitchen back at the flat.
"This one's important. What's yer favourite Quidditch team?"
"That's easy, Chudley Cannons," she said with a straight face, until she burst out laughing at his look of wide-eyed disbelief.
She fell backwards landing on her back on the blanket and she had tears swimming in her eyes as she gripped at her aching ribs. He couldn't help but laugh at her. The timer on her wand had long since alerted them that the game was over and Hermione reached over and cancelled it, before sitting up and taking deep, calming breaths and wiping at her eyes with the sleeves of her jumper.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist, but you should've seen the look on your face." Her face had flushed light pink during her outburst of laughter and he chuckled at her, shaking his head slightly.
"What's it really?"
"I don't have one."
At the look on his face she started laughing again and she fell backwards. He just shook his head, not being able to help it when he laughed along with her; her laughter was so pure and joyous and infectious.
"Puddlemere United," she said after calming down and sitting herself back up. "Better?"
"Much," he nodded. "Why do ye like summer an' winter?"
"I love being outdoors in the summer. I love the smell of freshly cut grass. I love being able to sprawl out on the grass in the sun while I read and I love feeling the sun warm my skin. I love going out on day trips in the summer and having picnics, going to the beach and eating ice cream, and the long days and bright mornings, and the being able to leave the house without a coat," she said with a soft smile on her face. A smile of his own pulled at his mouth. "I love the winter because it's the exact opposite of the summer. I love seeing the first snow flake fall. I love wrapping up warm in so many layers that I can't move and if I fall over I can't get back up." He laughed at her. "I love getting snow caught in my hair and I love making snow men and snow angels, and having a snowball war and kicking everyone's arse." He snorted at her smug, pleased expression. "I love watching snow fall from a window whilst drinking hot chocolate. And I love dressing in warm pyjamas and snuggling with a blanket in front of a roaring fire with a book."
He smiled at her. "What aboot Peeves?"
"I love him. He just terrorises people without a care in the world. And you have to admit he's creative and has style. He does what he wants without caring about what people think of him. Plus, he gave Umbridge hell. Anyone who hates Umbridge is okay in my book, she was a horrid woman and luckily for you, you never have the displeasure of meeting her." She took the butter beer he offered her with a smile of thanks.
"Why did ye get confused aboot yer patronus? When did ye learn tae cast it?"
"I was fifteen when I successfully cast my patronus for the first time." His eyes widened at that. "And I was confused as my patronus used to be an otter."
"Used tae be?"
"Yes, used to be," she nodded. "Your patronus can change due to your emotional state or after something significant has occurred in your life. Like a war."
"So yers used tae be an otter? What did tha' symbolise?" He asked intrigued; he'd heard that a patronus was the embodiment of a person, of their soul. It told you a lot about them and their character, about who they were as a person.
"Otters symbolise playfulness, joy, creativity, wisdom, friendship, protection and curiosity."
He had to admit it suited her. He'd only met her not even twenty-four hours ago and even he could see that it was a perfect fit for her.
"An' now it's?"
"It's now a lion. They symbolise courage, wisdom, power, being peaceful unless challenged, self-control, nobility, fairness, patience, protectiveness, being tactical and skilful, and having wit and balance," she said. The lion suited her just as well as the otter, he realised. "I suppose you can add Gryffindor to that list, too. I can teach you to cast a patronus if you want me to?"
"Ye can? It's really complex, isnae?"
"I can, as long as you're patient; it can take a while to perfect and it's not as difficult as you may believe."
"Well if ye think ye can teach mae then a leave meself in yer capable hands. So what's this Bat Bogey Hex abo'dy keeps mentioning?"
Hermione's mouth quirked into a smirk and it made him feel nervous, especially when she began fiddling with her wand.
"I can demonstrate if you'd like," she said, her tone soft and light.
"Err... Alright then," he said anxiously.
Hermione pointed her wand at him. "Batius Bogium," she said and when the spell hit him, Oliver stood up and began running around yelling profanities as he was attacked by flying snot bats. Hermione fell backwards laughing madly and with a flick of her wand she cancelled the spell. Oliver stormed back over and he glared down at her as she laughed madly.
"Sorry," she said, slowly coming down from her laughter. "But it was hilarious, you can use it to keep your teammates in line during training," she said. His glare dropped and he imagined himself using it to do as she suggested. He'd have to get her to teach him that spell, too.
The sun was beginning to set and Hermione turned around to face the lake and she laid down, Oliver watched her with a small smile before copying her movements and lying down beside her. They watched silently as the sun set and the night sky appeared, giving Hermione a perfect view of the stars.
"Are ye ever gunna tell mae aboot yer life? Fred an' George were very vague."
"Not yet," she replied quietly.
"But ye will?"
"When I'm ready for someone else to know, I'll tell you everything," she promised softly.
He nodded and looked back to the sky.
"How are you with heights?" She asked Oliver thoughtfully.
"A'm a Professional Quidditch player, a'm fine," he chuckled.
"Then how are you with high speeds?" She turned her head to look at him and he did the same so he was looking at her.
"A think a'm okay," he said, trying to figure out why she was asking him random questions.
"And how are you with loud noises and keeping the contents of your stomach, in your stomach and not on the floor?"
"A think a'm fine. Why?"
"I want to introduce you to some place special, that's all," she shrugged.
"What place?" He questioned.
"Now, why would I tell you? It's more fun to keep you guessing," she said chuckling at his scowl.
"Oh come on, ye have tae tell mae," he all but whined.
"Nope, how many days do you train?"
"Six days a week; Monday till Saturday. Ten till around one, an' then twa till aboot six. It depends on hoo much we get through an' Coach's mood. We get Sundays aff."
"Do you want to go somewhere with me on Sunday then?"
"Is it relevant tae the questions ye asked mae?"
"Very," she nodded.
"Alright then, but the suspense is gunna kill mae."
"You'll be fine. We'll say about nine in the morning. The earlier we get there, the better it is for us."
"Fine with me, where are we going?"
"Muggle World," she answered.
"Where in the Muggle World?" He asked curiously; he'd never been to the Muggle World before.
"England," she said cryptically and he scowled at her. "Have you been to the Muggle World before?"
"Naw, a havnae," he shook his head.
"Then you'll love your first visit, especially where I'm taking you." They looked back up to the star filled sky. "So why did you bring me here?" She asked him curiously.
"A talked tae the twins, they said ye hated fancy restaurants. Plus, the public would see us an' then it would be an ambush an' not a date. Here we have privacy withoot the risk as someone spotting us an' selling the information tae the press."
"Understandable," she nodded. "And the twins are right. I like the simple things; I'll take a picnic over a five star restaurant any day of the week. Instead of caviar, I'd rather have a fish finger sandwich, instead of lobster, I'd rather have a burger and instead of crème brulee, I'd rather have a chocolate biscuit."
He laughed at her. "What are fish finger sandwiches an' burgers?" He asked confused.
"Oh, come on, you haven't lived until you've had a fish finger sandwich and a burger. Just you wait; it'll change your life."
~000~000~000~
Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
Oliver floo'd into the twins' flat just after midnight and carrying a slumbering Hermione in his arms. She'd fallen asleep not long before he planned to take her home and he didn't have the heart to wake her, given he knew she didn't get much sleep. He was greeted by Fred as walked out of his bedroom and over to them, chuckling at Hermione's sleeping form.
"So, how did it go?" Fred asked.
"Yer right, definitely different from other lasses," Oliver replied and Fred chuckled. "She hexed me," he scowled.
Fred laughed. "You asked her what the Bat Bogey Hex was, didn't you?"
"Aye, a did."
"Sucker," Fred smirked. "George, Charlie and I have all fallen for that one. Rookie mistake," he chuckled. "When are you next seeing her?"
"Friday, an' then she's taking mae tae the Muggle World on Sunday. She asked mae some strange questions but won't tell mae why."
"Well then I know you're in for a treat. Hermione's very creative."
"She's planning tae feed mae a lot af muggle food. Should a be worried?" Oliver asked.
"No," Fred shook his head. "Let her, their food's amazing. The Wizarding World's missing out. We go food shopping in the Muggle Word every week, better food, more options to choose from and lower prices."
"Speaking af food, are ye sure she's putting on weight?" Oliver asked, looking down at the sleep woman in his arms. "She's far tae light."
"Oh, sorry about that," Fred said, taking Hermione from him and she sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Oliver looked down at his empty arms before shaking his head. "She's definitely putting on weight, but like I said, it's a slow process and it's not her fault. What did she eat?"
"She had a couple af sandwiches, an apple, some carrot sticks an' a couple pieces af cheese."
"She did well, definitely eating more. I better put her to bed; she opens the shop on Tuesdays and Thursdays."
"A better go anyway, let her know a'll owl her?" Oliver said.
Fred nodded and then Oliver took one last look at Hermione's sleeping form before flooing home.
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Wood Apartment
He stepped out of the floo into his apartment and headed straight to his bedroom where he readied for bed. He laid in his bed trying to get some sleep, but Hermione was playing on his mind.
She was definitely different from other witches. She hexed him for Merlin's sake...Although he did technically ask her to.
He'd learned a lot about her in the four hours they'd spent together, and he was certain he hadn't even scratched the surface with her. He wanted to know what she meant when she said she had sacrificed a lot for Harry. When she'd been injured and almost died? What had happened when she was tortured? Why did she look so hurt when he'd mentioned wanting to visit Australia? Why should he wait to ask her about her parents?
He listed the qualities he'd witnessed in her in his head. She was intelligent, The Brightest Witch. She was naturally beautiful and good with children from what he'd witnessed with Leo when at the twins' shop. He knew her to be kind and selfless, and she was handy with a wand. She was witty and funny. She was a mystery. He'd come to realise that he was jealous when she'd mentioned wearing the twins' Quidditch jerseys and he actually kind of liked having her asleep in his arms.
He liked Hermione Granger. And it had been less than a week.
'Maybe we can get this marriage thing tae work,' he mused.
~000~000~000~
Weasley's Wizard Wheezes - Sunday 28th June, 1998
Hermione finished dressing and she looked at herself in the mirror, checking over her appearance. She was wearing comfortable clothing that she could move in and that she didn't mind getting wet and dirty. She was wearing black high waisted shorts with a white spaghetti strap top and a long sleeved pale pink and yellow checkered shirt, which she wore open and she had charmed her converse pink. She threw her hair up into a messy bun and made sure she had her beaded bag and she put muggle money into it along with a jacket for later.
Being happy with herself, she headed to the kitchen and began making breakfast for the twins. The shop was closed on Sundays so the boys slept in and she would leave the food on the table for them with Stasis Charms over them.
As she was stood making breakfast she allowed her mind to wander on her previous dates with Oliver. On Friday he had taken her to another part of the grounds on Wood Manor; to a meadow filled with different types of flowers and plant life, both magical and muggle and it was beautiful. They wandered through the long grass and flowers, laughing and talking; learning more about each other and becoming comfortable with one another.
Hermione had noticed a lot about Oliver in the short time she'd known him. He was obviously very handsome and he was passionate about Quidditch. He was smarter than she'd originally thought he might be and they'd argued about facts she had learned in Hogwarts a History, and seeing as she knew the book inside and out, she'd won each argument leaving Oliver scowling and her smug. He was funny and he had a sense of humour, which would be needed when being married to her, and as a result, being tied to The Weasleys through her, especially the twins. He was just as famous as she was and he didn't let it affect him; he was humble and he handled the press well and she appreciated the fact that he knew how to handle the pressure and the press, especially since it would be needed when people found out about their soon to be marriage.
Thinking about him she realised something.
She liked Oliver Wood. It had been less than a week, they'd only been on two dates and she liked him.
She was finishing up cooking the bacon when she heard the floo roar to life. "Granger?" She heard Oliver say.
"I'm in the kitchen," she called out softly, hearing his footsteps on the ground until he entered the kitchen. Hermione turned around and smiled at him and she turned back to the oven with a blush on her cheeks.
Oliver was wearing blue jeans, white trainers, a white form fitting short sleeved t-shirt that moulded to his frame and he was carrying a black jacket in his hand. His hair fell into his eyes and was the perfect combination of neat and ruffled. When Oliver caught Hermione's blush he looked down at himself and a smirk pulled at his mouth.
'So a do affect her, good tae know,' he thought smugly.
He wasn't sure if she was attracted to him since she didn't throw herself at him or simper whenever he was nearby. She treated him like a normal person and it had him worried since he knew he liked her. And that feeling had been cemented after their second date, which went just as perfect as their first date had. He was nervous for this date; Hermione had planned it and he didn't know any of the details. All he knew was that it was in the Muggle World and he had never been there before, so naturally he was nervous to be taken out of his comfort zone, but according to the twins, whatever Hermione had planned would be worth the trip out.
He sat down at the table still feeling smug. "So, hoo do a look?" He couldn't help but ask with a smirk.
"Like a muggle, you'll fit in perfectly," she complimented with a smile and he puffed his chest out at the tone of pride in her voice.
When she began putting the food onto the plates he took in her appearance. He cocked his head to the side and stared at her tanned and shapely legs as she used the toe of her shoe to scratch the back of her other leg. Even though she was a good eight inches shorter than him, her legs seemed to go on forever. He noticed that she always looked good, whether it be wearing an oversized hooded jumper or her work robes. Her hair was the perfect combination of messy and just right and her fashion sense wasn't bad either, even though he could tell she was wearing muggle clothing and he couldn't blame her. Despite her being a Muggleborn, they were also far comfier and less stuffy than wizard made clothing.
He knew she would shake things up with the Quidditch wives and girlfriends, who always wore horrendously tight, revealing and expensive clothing, whereas Hermione looked comfortable and smart casual. But one thing he had noticed was that she always covered her arms and it had him curious as to what she was hiding.
"So, what's on the agenda?" He asked.
"Nice try," she chuckled, placing Stasis Charms over the food. "But it's a surprise." He scowled at her. "Have you eaten?"
"Aye, a have," he nodded.
"You didn't eat anything too heavy did you? I'm going to throw you in the deep end when we get there"
"Get where?"
"I'm still not telling you. You don't mind getting wet do you?" He raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "What about allergies? You're not allergic to anything are you?"
"Naw, not tha' a'm aware af. Are ye?" He asked curiously, as she put the plates on the table along with the extra plate of bacon, Fred's coffee and George's tea, and he looked at the food on the plates strangely.
"I'm allergic to nuts and coconut," she said with a tone of sadness. "Shame really, I used love coconut milk."
She shook her head and the then she sat down at the table and waved her wand, summoning a muggle note book and looked at the lined parchment that wasn't parchment and the weird quill in her hand.
"What's tha'?" He asked confused and Hermione chuckled.
"Muggle note book and pen, they're so much easier to write with. Muggle pens are a lot smoother to write with, they don't require you to dip them in ink since they have it stored inside of them and they don't break as easily," she said shrugging.
"An' what is tha'?" He asked gesturing to the twins' breakfast.
"Sweet waffles with maple syrup, banana pancakes and bacon," she answered.
"Why is there bacon with sweet foods?"
Hermione laughed. "The twins swear that they can't survive without bacon, so I always make a side plate of bacon every morning. I make them different breakfast foods each day so they don't get bored and they'll have bacon with it no matter what I cook," she told him as he pen scratched away at the note book.
Boys,
I've gone to the Muggle World with Oliver. I don't know what time we'll be back, but I might not make it in time for dinner.
Don't get into too much trouble and tell your mum that I'm sorry if I miss dinner.
-H
She finished writing her note and put her pen down. Oliver caught sight of the note and he wasn't surprised to see that her handwriting was elegant and it flowed across the page beautifully.
"Right, I'm ready, are you?"
"Aye, Let's go," he nodded.
Hermione stood from the table and walked into the living room and he followed her.
"Do you trust me?" She asked.
"Why?" He asked suspiciously, and she smirked and held out her hand in offering. He reluctantly took a hold of it and he took note of the way her hand fit perfectly into his.
Hermione pulled her wand and apparated them away.