Epilogue:

10 months later….

England had made it to the World Cup finals and the team was just lining up for their grand entrance before the game, when Hermione quickly slipped beside Oliver and tugged at his wrist. Astonished to see her there by the player's entry, he turned and bent in a little, squeezing her hand for some courage to settle his nerves.

She smiled and pulled him down, kissing him square on his lips. "For good luck," she whispered when they came up for air. "Win this one for me Oliver and I'll surprise you after the match," she said, eyes all warm and caramel. He smiled then and nodded and stepped out when their team was called.

The match went on for six long hours and Hermione only saw Oliver all through it. His moves, his saves, his misses, his instructions, his dedication and she smiled, proud to know he was hers and she his. Her heart missed a beat when he almost fell off the broom and she cursed the damned game and the quaffle in one single breath. He saved enough goals that it didn't even matter if Spain's keeper caught the snitch, England would still win. And yet, England's seeker, Henry Rotter, caught the snitch and the crowd went wild. England had won! Hermione breezed down to the player's entry point to congratulate Oliver.

He only looked for her in the family box and flashed her a blinding smile when he saw her at the edge of the pitch, waiting for him excitedly. He flew to her and crushed her into him, bringing her in for a long passionate kiss as the flashes erupted all around them, both uncaring, neither noticing anything beyond the other.

"Congratulations!" she whispered.

"I won it for you. Just like you asked me to," he said and brought her into him, crushing her yet again.

They waited for all the formalities and the interviews to finish before popping into their hotel room to freshen up and change for the closing-of-the-event party. He jumped her the minute they were alone and she melted into him forgetting all about everything else but him.

"Had it not been for the entire wizarding world watching us, I'd have done this right at the stadium," he murmured throatily to her, taking her slowly, savoring every single feel of hers and storing it in his memory for posterity.

It was quite later, after all the toasts and the back slaps and yet more interviews, that Oliver was sitting at the bar, alone, drinking in everything unfurling around him, when Hermione sat beside him again.

"I can't tell you how proud I'm of you," she said.

He smiled and simply looked at her. "And you know what makes it perfect? Having you here with me, to share in my joy," he said, his tone all sincere and his eyes full of love.

She bit her lip at that. "I think I can do better," she whispered and put her entire arm in her beaded bag and pulled out a tiny soft quaffle, barely the size of his palm and a muggle marker pen.

He looked at her intrigued and she laughed. "Humor me Oliver. Here, sign this for me with today's date," and she handed both the items to him and he did just that.

"Is it a souvenir for my glass bowl?" he asked, eyeing the cute little quaffle with interest.

She shrugged. "You could keep it there for the next few months and then after a few years I guess," she replied, looking bashfully at him.

He simply stared at her and tried to figure the puzzle out when he suddenly saw the drink in her hand. Water! His gaze sharpened as he looked her all-over and felt punched. His eyes widened, "You're… We're… WHEN?" he stammered.

She laughed. "I found out last month but I didn't want to upset your routine while you were on your tour playing the knock offs, so I thought I'd wait it out. We're two months down, seven more to go. And I'm glad you'll be at home a little more now, to fulfill all my cravings and hmm…"

And he was back to kissing her, way too passionately in front of the entire international wizarding media! As soon as they came up for air and he noticed all the flashes around them, he immediately apparated them back to their room and had her lying on the bed and stripped within the blink of an eye.

"Just when I thought things couldn't get any better, you go ahead and change that! Do you even realize how much this means to me? Thank you.. thank you.. thank you…" and he kissed her, expressing his gratitude to her in a very special way for a very long time.

Finally, when they were panting in each other's arms, he lovingly stroked her hair. "Tell me about all your appointments that I've missed. And from here on out, I want to be there for every single one of them so tell me the dates and time in advance and I'll set everything from there. Oh! I still can't believe it!" he groaned and kissed her yet again.

"This little peanut here," he said, placing his big hand on her tummy, "is going to be the biggest quidditch crazy brainiac ever," he promised and kissed her all over again.

"Oh I forgot! I have something for you!" she said again and summoned her bag towards her.

"There's more? You'd tell me if we're having twins right? I'd be one proud Wood! Imagine breaking a centuries old record!" he grinned proudly at her.

She laughed. "It's too soon to know that but I promise that if it's not twins, I'm gonna make you try real hard for a second one," she said and he groaned and kissed her hard again.

"You've sworn to kill me, haven't you?" he asked, eyes shining.

"Ah.. Here.." she said and handed him a tiny toffee style wrapped gift. He just grinned as he open it. In it was a small onesie in England team's colors with tiny golden hoops above the words – I'm a keeper, just like my Da!

His eyes misted over a little at that and he looked lovingly at his wife. "That's for your glass bowl. I thought we could get the baby home from the hospital in it and then you could have it for your ….. hhmmm"

"You're just the best Hermione. I so.. so.. so.. love you, you know that!" he said between kisses.

She laughed, wrapped in his arms as he bent down on her and kept kissing her. "And you're just what I needed in my life Oliver. I so love you too!" and she returned all his kisses with as much fervor and passion….