(Harry Potter Fanfic - Wood Series Book 2) The war is over and the good have won. But in its wake, there is a trail of destruction that must be put to rights. However, no one seems to know where to start.
Even Iris Evans isn't sure what to do with h...
The next morning, Oliver was still snoring in bed next to her when Iris woke up. She quietly crept out, letting him sleep more. She knew he was going to have one hell of a hangover when he did finally wake up, so she went to the kitchen and got a pot of coffee brewing, then ran upstairs to her chemistry set in the library, fishing out a bottle of her hangover tonic from a large case she kept there.
She smiled slightly as she looked down at the bottle, remembering the morning after the Halloween party nearly two years ago. It was the first time they had gone out as a couple. At that time, she was the one who had gotten much more drunk than intended and he had been the one helping her into bed.
Iris shook her head and looked over at the coffee pot as she walked back into the kitchen, seeing it had finished brewing. She poured herself a cup and went and sat at the kitchen table, staring out the windows at the bright day.
It was Saturday. She didn't have to be at the shop and Oliver wouldn't need to do anything for the League. As soon as he woke up, she would give him the tonic and then they were going to talk.
Maybe there was something to George's advice. She assumed he had come over and spoke with Oliver, hence the drunken confession last night.
About 20 minutes later, Iris heard shuffling in the corridor. She looked over and watched as Oliver emerged. He was showered and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and jacket with his Quidditch bag thrown over his shoulder. From the random wincing, she surmised that his head was pounding.
"Are you going out?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowed.
The look of happy expectation on her face quickly dissolved into confusion. Oliver stopped with a shocked look, as though he wasn't expecting her to be sitting there waiting on him.
"Ehm, yea. Some of the guys wanted to get in some training on the outdoor pitch before the weather gets too cold," he said, grimacing.
Iris took a deep breath and slowly let it out. He didn't remember anything from last night. Or he was very good at pretending he didn't. She looked down at the vial on the table in front of her and picked it up. She held it out to him and looked out the window again, sipping her coffee. Oliver walked over and took the vial from her hand.
"Thanks," he said. "Ye're a lifesaver."
He took a sip and relaxed, feeling the immediate effects of the tonic. He sat the bottle down on the table next to Iris.
"I'll be back before dinner," he said before kissing her on top of the head and turning to walk to the corridor.
"Alright then," she said hollowly, this time finally unable to disguise her hurt.
She heard him stop and glanced over at him, her bright green eyes holding a certain heartache. For a moment, she saw a flash of something in his before he turned and continued on.
"Have a good day!" he shouted half-heartedly trying to insert a bit of cheerfulness but failing miserably.
Once she heard the door shut behind him, Iris allowed the tears pooling in her eyes to silently fall. Of course, last night changed nothing. She pushed herself out of the chair and walked over to the French doors, coffee in hand. She stared out the window a moment before pushing the door open and walking out on the balcony, taking a deep breath of the crisp fall air. She walked over and sat her mug on the table then leaned against the railing, looking up at the bright blue sky. The tears were still silently falling down her cheeks, but she didn't care to wipe them away.
She'd let herself have a short cry and then pull herself together.
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