As the group returned through the tunnel towards the tree, Sirius offered a grimace of apology. "Sorry about the bite. I imagine that stings a bit."

Ron glared at him, his face a mixture of pain and frustration. "A bit? A bit?! You nearly took my leg off!" Harry and Sirius helped Ron, doing their best to ease his discomfort.

Sirius tried to deflect with a touch of humor. "I was aiming for the rat, you know. Normally, I'm quite docile as a dog. James even suggested I make the transformation permanent once. The tail I could manage, but the fleas—well, they're unbearable."

Harry cracked a smile despite the situation, leading the group as they helped Ron and Peter out.

Once outside, they propped Ron against the tree, and the team examined his leg.

Ron winced. "You better go."

Harry shook his head. "No, I'm staying. It's fine."

Bella stepped in, determination in her voice. "You go. I'll stay."

Oliver nodded in agreement. "We'll stay. Just go."

Harry followed Sirius, leaving the others behind.

Ron groaned, glancing at his leg. "Ow. It looks really painful. So painful, they might need to chop it off."

Bella tried to reassure him. "I'm sure Madam Pomfrey will fix it in no time."

Ron shook his head, a note of despair in his voice. "It's too late. It's ruined. They'll have to amputate it."

Oliver bent down to meet Ron's gaze, his expression firm. "It won't be chopped off. I promise you, everything's going to be fine."

Hermione stepped in, gently pulling Oliver aside. "I'm going to talk to Ollie. Take care of him, girls."

Cassie and Bella nodded, taking up the task of tending to Ron's injury.

Once Oliver and Hermione were away from the group, Hermione turned to him, her expression serious. "Were you actually going to do it?"

Oliver looked puzzled. "Do what?"

Hermione's gaze was piercing. "You were determined to kill Pettigrew. I saw that look in your eyes. I'm not oblivious, you know."

Oliver sighed, rubbing his forehead with a weary hand. "I... I don't know. I was just so angry. It felt like the only way to get justice. And unless you forgot, that son of a bitch got my dad killed."

Hermione replied, "Baby, you need to let this anger go. It's eating you alive, and I can't always be there to save you from yourself."

Oliver said, "That's the thing... you always will. No matter what I do, you're there to pull me back from the edge because of how much you love me. But I wanted so much more from Pettigrew. I wanted to snap his neck, to make him suffer like I did. Five years of torture changes you. It warps your mind."

Hermione's eyes softened with concern as she gently placed her hand on his. "I understand the pain, Ollie, but vengeance won't heal the wounds. Let me help you find a way to heal, without losing yourself in the process."

Oliver asked, "Do you really understand the pain? You weren't tortured, Hermione. I was. Every single day for five years. I had to do exactly as I was told, or I'd die. And that bastard—he's the one who set it all in motion. Everything that happened to me is his fault. So, yes, I wanted to kill him."

Hermione looked into Oliver's eyes, her own filled with a mix of sadness and understanding. "I know it's hard, Ollie. But holding onto this anger—it's like drinking poison and expecting it to hurt someone else. You've been through so much, and I don't want you to let this hatred consume you."

Oliver's jaw tightened as he struggled to hold back his emotions. "It's not that simple, Hermione. You can't just erase five years of pain with a few comforting words. Every time I see Pettigrew, I remember every moment of suffering, every ounce of fear and pain. It's like a constant reminder of what he did to me, to my father."

Hermione reached out, gently taking his hand in hers. "I'm not asking you to forget what happened or to pretend it didn't hurt. I'm asking you to find a way to heal, to let go of the anger so it doesn't define you. You're not alone in this. I'm here, and I'll help you through it."

Oliver looked at their intertwined hands, feeling a flicker of comfort in her words. "I don't know if I can ever fully let go, Hermione. It's like a part of me is always trapped in that pain."

Hermione squeezed his hand reassuringly. "You don't have to let go all at once. Just take it one step at a time. And remember, you don't have to carry this burden alone. We'll face it together."

Oliver took a deep breath, nodding slowly. "Okay. I'll try. For you."

Hermione smiled softly, her eyes full of compassion. "That's all I'm asking. And remember, no matter what happens, we'll get through this together."

As they stood there, the tension between them began to ease, replaced by a shared resolve to move forward. The weight of the past was still heavy, but with Hermione's support, Oliver felt a glimmer of hope that healing, though difficult, was possible.

Oliver rested his forehead gently against Hermione's, his voice trembling with sincerity. "I need you, Hermione." With a soft, desperate longing in his eyes, he leaned in and kissed her, the connection between them deepening with the touch of their lips.

Hermione's lips responded with a mix of passion and tenderness, the kiss growing deeper as she wrapped her arms around Oliver, pulling him closer. The world around them seemed to blur and fade away, leaving only the two of them in their shared moment of vulnerability and connection.

As they finally pulled apart, Hermione looked into Oliver's eyes with a mixture of love and concern. "I'm here for you, Ollie," she whispered, her voice steady but filled with emotion. "We'll get through this together. You don't have to face it alone."

Oliver nodded, his eyes still locked on hers. "Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Hermione smiled softly, her hand gently caressing his cheek. "You don't have to worry about that. We'll find a way to heal, to move forward."

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, drawing strength from their closeness. The pain and the struggle were still there, but for now, they had each other, and that made all the difference.

A cold, mocking voice cut through the moment. "Ah... look at that... Oliver Queen has found a sliver of happiness."

Oliver and Hermione turned to see Peter Pettigrew, restrained and held by Lupin. The sight of him made Oliver's eyes flare with anger.

Oliver stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Peter with a deadly intensity. "You even think of doing anything to her, I'll make sure you never see the dementors. Do you understand?"

Peter, visibly frightened, nodded vigorously. "Yes. I understand."

Hermione quickly stepped in front of Oliver, her hands gently yet firmly pulling him back. "Ollie, remember. Let go of the anger. We can't let it consume you."

Oliver's shoulders tensed, his fists clenched as he struggled to control his rage. Hermione's presence, her voice calm and steady, helped him take a step back.

"I'm trying," Oliver muttered, his voice strained. "But it's not easy."

Hermione looked into his eyes with a mix of reassurance and resolve. "I know it's hard, but we need to keep our focus. We'll deal with him, but not like this."

Oliver took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax as Hermione held him close. The battle within him was far from over, but for now, he had her support to help keep his anger in check.

Hermione's gaze shifted to the moon, and she shouted, "Harry!"

Oliver turned to see Lupin staring intently at the moon, his face reflecting growing distress.

Sirius, his voice tinged with urgency, said, "Remus, did you take your potion tonight? You know what you are. This heart is where you truly live! This heart, right here!"

Lupin screamed in agony as he dropped his wand, his transformation beginning. Peter, seizing the opportunity, grabbed Lupin's wand. Oliver acted swiftly, casting "Expelliarmus!" to disarm Peter, who was in the midst of turning into a rat.

Oliver and Harry tried to chase after Peter, but Hermione and Cassie restrained them.

"Harry, wait!" Cassie called out, pulling him back.

"Ollie, stay with me. Listen to my voice, baby," Hermione urged, holding Oliver tightly.

Oliver stopped, his breathing heavy with frustration. Lupin's transformation was accelerating, his howls echoing through the night. Sirius, now in full panic mode, shouted, "Run! Run!"

As Lupin morphed into a werewolf, he shoved Sirius aside, causing chaos among the group. Hermione, trying to help, called out, "Wait! Wait!"

Oliver, his protective instincts surging, pulled Hermione close. "Mia!" he shouted, desperately trying to keep her safe.

Hermione, despite the danger, moved closer to Lupin, calling, "Professor... Professor Lupin?"

Lupin, now fully transformed, let out a guttural howl, making Hermione flinch. Oliver wrapped his arms around her, shielding her from the beast.

Ron, trying to stay calm, said, "Nice doggie, nice doggie."

Snape appeared on the scene, his presence adding to the chaos. "There you are, Potter!" he called out, spotting Harry.

As Lupin growled menacingly, Snape instinctively shielded the students with his arms. Lupin slashed at Snape, causing Oliver to shout, "No!" in alarm.

Drawing his wand, Oliver cast "Bombarda!" blasting Lupin back. He hurried to Snape's side, concern etched on his face.

"Professor, are you okay?" Oliver asked urgently.

Snape groaned, "I'm fine, Queen."

Before Oliver could respond further, Lupin, still in his wolf form, lunged at them once more. Sirius, now also transformed, intervened, engaging Lupin in a fierce battle.

Snape quickly recovered and positioned himself protectively in front of the students. The group watched as Lupin and Sirius, still in their animal forms, engaged in a fierce struggle.

Lupin inflicted injuries on Sirius, causing him to whimper. Despite the pain, Sirius rallied and clamped onto Lupin's arm, trying to restrain him.

Lupin growled menacingly, but Sirius managed to run, leading Lupin away from the group.

"Sirius!" Harry shouted, starting to run after him.

"Harry, no!" Oliver cried out, but it was too late.

Snape, restraining Cassie from following, commanded, "Come back here, Potter!"

Oliver glanced at Snape and said, "Sorry, Professor," before dashing after Harry.

Snape, frustrated, ordered, "Get back here, Ollie! Now! That's an order!"

Oliver, glancing back, shouted, "I'm sorry, Professor. I have to get Harry!" and continued down the hill.

As Oliver raced through the forest, he saw Lupin running in the opposite direction and heard Sirius, now injured, yelping before he transformed back into his human form and collapsed.

Harry was already by Sirius's side when Oliver arrived, and he called out, "Harry! Wait, damn it!" as he ran towards them.

Oliver was running through a forest and thought he had lost Harry.

Once Oliver saw a lake and saw Harry checking over Sirius, Oliver felt a wave of relief that his cousin was safe. He quickly joined Harry, starting to assess Sirius's wounds.

"Ollie?" Harry said, looking up.

"Do you have any idea what you've put me through? I've been worried sick!" Oliver scolded, his voice trembling with emotion as he tended to Sirius. "Don't ever do something like this again!"

Harry's eyes filled with tears as he muttered, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"I don't want to hear it!" Oliver interrupted, his frustration evident. "You nearly gave me a heart attack when I couldn't find you!"

Harry stared at the ground, feeling the weight of Oliver's disappointment.

Breaking the silence, Harry asked, "Is he going to make it?"

Oliver's expression was grim as he replied, "I don't know. This is serious."

As the chilling sound of the Dementors' presence reached them, Oliver and Harry saw their breaths fog up in the cold air.

"What the hell?" Oliver muttered, watching in horror as the lake began to freeze over.

Sirius, gasping for breath, staggered towards them. They looked up to see Dementors swirling ominously in the sky.

One of the Dementors descended and began to drain Sirius's soul. He gasped and groaned, struggling in vain.

Without hesitation, Oliver and Harry drew their wands.

"Expecto Patronum!" Oliver shouted, a brilliant light emanating from his wand. The Dementors that tried to attack were repelled by the powerful charm. But as Oliver lowered his wand, another Dementor swooped in, beginning to feed on his soul. Oliver screamed in agony and collapsed to his knees.

"Ollie!?" Harry cried out.

Another Dementor closed in on Harry, inflicting the same torment. He screamed in pain and fell beside Oliver.

The Dementors took turns tormenting Harry, Oliver, and Sirius. The air was filled with anguished groans.

Then, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Oliver and Harry, barely able to move, looked up to see a glowing Doe and a Wolf standing on the far side of the lake.

The animals shone with an ethereal blue light, which gradually intensified into a blinding white. Figures began to emerge behind them, their light growing even brighter. A powerful wave of energy surged across the lake, accompanied by a cacophony of distorted screeches. The Dementors recoiled and fled.

As the light began to dim, a small, shimmering ball emerged from Sirius's mouth and reentered his body. He gasped and panted, regaining his breath.

Oliver and Harry, exhausted and drained, looked towards the diminishing light. As they saw two figures standing behind the fading glow, their strength gave out, and they collapsed, succumbing to exhaustion and the aftereffects of the Dementor's attack.

As Oliver's vision blurred and darkness closed in, he barely registered Hermione's frantic cries. "No! Ollie! Baby! Can you hear me? Ollie!"

Her voice was filled with desperation, but it slowly faded into the silence that followed.

In the Hospital Wing

Oliver lay in bed, eyes closed, as Harry, Hermione, and the rest of the group waited anxiously.

Harry broke the silence, "Are you sure he's going to be okay?"

Madam Pomfrey reassured him, "I'm certain, Mr. Potter. Your cousin is just exhausted."

"But it's been a long time. Longer than I was out," Harry pressed.

Pomfrey sighed, "I know you're worried. But he will be fine." With that, she left Harry, Hermione, and the others alone.

Hermione sat by Oliver's bedside, holding his hand gently. "Ollie?" she whispered, her voice trembling with concern.

Oliver stirred, his eyes fluttering open. "I saw my dad," he murmured weakly.

Hermione gasped, "What?"

Oliver continued, "He sent the Dementors away. I swear I saw Uncle James too, across the lake."

Hermione's eyes widened. "Listen, baby, they've captured Sirius. The Dementors are about to perform the Kiss."

Oliver's eyes widened with alarm. "What?!"

"It's worse than that," Hermione explained. "They're going to suck out his soul."

The door creaked open, and Dumbledore entered the room. Hermione immediately moved towards him, desperation in her voice. "Headmaster, you have to stop them! They've got the wrong man!"

Dumbledore's gaze was stern. "I do believe you, Mrs. Queen, Miss Allen. But a group of young wizards will convince few others."

He turned to Ron, saying, "A child's voice, however honest and true, is meaningless..." He tapped Ron's foot.

Ron gasped and whimpered slightly.

Dumbledore continued, "...to those who have forgotten how to listen. Mysterious thing, time. Powerful. And when meddled with... dangerous." He turned towards the door but paused. "Sirius Black is in the topmost cell of the Dark Tower. You know the laws, Mrs. Queen. You must not be seen. You would do well to return before the last chime. If not, the consequences are too ghastly to discuss. If you succeed tonight, more than one innocent life may be spared. Three turns should do it, I think." With that, he left the room, closing the door behind him.

He stopped just outside and said, "Oh, by the way... when in doubt, retracing your steps is often a wise course of action. Good luck." He then closed the door fully.

Ron looked bewildered. "What the bloody hell was that all about?"

Hermione turned to the others. "Sorry, guys, but since Ron can't walk and I can't carry everyone..."

She pulled out a necklace and draped it around Oliver and Harry. "This will help."

Oliver frowned, "I'm confused."

Harry echoed, "Me too."

Oliver reached for the orb, but Hermione swatted his hand away. "Ow! I love you, Hermione, but you don't have to smack my hand."

Hermione said firmly, "Then maybe you shouldn't touch things that don't belong to you."

Oliver shot back, "Mean."

Harry interjected, "Seriously? Are you acting like a child?"

Oliver replied, "I didn't get a childhood. I spent the last five years being tortured. If I can act like a kid now, I will."

Harry shook his head with a smile.

Hermione began to turn the orb three times, and a clock's chime filled the air. Time seemed to rewind, and Hermione focused intently on the orb.

Oliver marveled, "This is amazing."

When the movement stopped, Hermione quickly removed the necklace from Oliver and Harry.

Harry asked, "What just happened? Where's Ron and the others?"

Hermione checked the time. "It's 7:30. Where were we at 7:30?"

Oliver thought for a moment. "Going to Hagrid's?"

Hermione urged, "Come on! And we mustn't be seen!" She grabbed Oliver's hand, and they hurried out of the room.

Oliver called out, "Hermione!"

They dashed through the corridors of the school, turning sharply to the left as they made their way toward their destination.

Outside of Hogwarts

As the group raced past the courtyard, Oliver shouted, "Hermione! Hermione, wait!"

Hermione didn't stop, sprinting across the bridge. Oliver called out again, "Hermione, please tell me what we're doing?"

Reaching the end of the bridge, they saw their past selves amid a heated moment.

Oliver's eyes widened. "Never mind, I think I get the gist," he said, realizing the situation.

They heard Past Hermione shout, "You! You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!"

Harry exclaimed, "But that's us!"

Past Oliver interjected, "Mia, Cassie, no! He's not worth it."

Harry turned to Hermione. "This isn't normal."

Hermione pushed them back onto the bridge and pulled out the necklace. "This is a Time-Turner, Harry, Ollie. McGonagall gave it to me at the start of the year. It's how I've been managing my extra classes."

Harry's eyes widened. "You mean, we've gone back in time?"

Hermione nodded. "Yes. Dumbledore obviously wanted us to return to this moment. Something happened that he wants us to change."

The trio looked out and saw Past Hermione punch Malfoy in the face. Malfoy grunted, and Oliver couldn't help but comment, "Still the most sexy thing I've ever seen."

Hermione smiled, "Thanks."

They noticed Malfoy and his gang approaching, so they quickly hid. Hermione whispered, "Malfoy's coming." They ducked behind the wall beneath the bridge and waited.

Oliver's face darkened when he heard Malfoy say, "I'm gonna get that jumped-up Mudblood. You mark my words!"

Past Hermione said, "That felt good."

Past Ron chimed in, "Not good—brilliant!"

Past Oliver added, "I thought it was sexy. I love a woman who takes charge."

Tommy said, "How about we leave the lovebirds to their moment?"

The past group ran off, leaving Past Oliver and Hermione in an intimate kiss.

Harry muttered, "Why are you two taking forever? Get the kiss over with."

Oliver joked, "If we ever do this again, remind me not to kiss you for so long. Even I think this should be over with."

Hermione shot him a stern look. "Shut up. We're not interrupting this. It needs to happen. Understood?"

Oliver grinned. "Yes, Milady."

Hermione chuckled and pulled him in for a kiss. Harry groaned, "You guys are doing it here too."

They pulled apart, smirking.

Past Oliver mused, "Why does it feel like time stops whenever we're together?"

Past Hermione responded, "Maybe it's because we're so in tune with each other. We both need these moments."

Harry groaned again.

Hermione smacked Harry lightly. "Ow," he said, rubbing his face.

Oliver snickered, covering his mouth.

Past Oliver chuckled and said, "You've always had a way of making everything better. Even when I mess up, you're the one who helps me find my way."

Past Hermione leaned her forehead against Past Oliver's and said, "And you're the one who always makes me feel like I can handle anything. Even when we're facing the worst, I know I have you."

Past Oliver gently kissed her forehead. "We'll get through this, Hermione. We'll figure everything out. But right now, I want to focus on us. On being together."

Past Hermione looked up at him with a loving smile. "I'm with you, Ollie. No matter what."

The distant sounds of the castle slowly returned to focus as the sun cast a golden hue over the landscape, creating a perfect backdrop for their quiet moment.

Past Oliver squeezed Past Hermione's hand gently. "Let's go before we're missed. We can't let our troubles keep us from enjoying the little moments."

Harry said, "Finally."

Past Hermione nodded, her smile widening. "Agreed. But remember, no more fights with Malfoy. I don't want to be the cause of another detention."

Past Oliver laughed softly. "Deal. I'll focus on staying out of trouble. And you, my love, focus on enjoying every moment with me."

The trio watched as Past Oliver and Hermione hurried to Hagrid's hut.

Harry said, "I love how you two care for each other, but that took way too long."

Hermione shot back, "Shut up. We saw how you looked at Cassie when we were in the tree trunk."

Harry's face turned red. "W-what?"

Oliver grinned. "It's okay to like her."

Harry stammered, "I-I don't like her. Can we just go?"

Oliver replied, "We can't. Past Hermione and I are still in front of Hagrid's door for at least five more minutes."

Harry groaned. "You two need to learn to keep your hands to yourselves."

Hermione smirked. "Not gonna happen."

As the trio huddled to the hill behind the pillars, watching their past selves head toward Hagrid's hut, Harry broke the silence with a smirk. "Look. Buckbeak's still alive."

Hermione replied. "Of course. Remember what Dumbledore said? If we succeed, more than one innocent life could be spared."

Harry smirked. "So, do you think Past Oliver and Hermione are going to make out for the entire five minutes?"

Oliver chuckled. "From the looks of it, they're in no rush to get inside. Maybe they're trying to set a record."

Hermione rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling. "It's not like we can blame them. Those two are pretty wrapped up in each other."

Harry nudged Oliver. "Bet you wish you could have a redo with Hermione now, huh?"

Oliver grinned. "Oh, absolutely. But I think I'd skip the whole waiting-to-enter-Hagrid's-hut part. Maybe just the kiss."

Hermione elbowed him lightly. "Well, for your information, I wasn't the only one holding up the entrance. You seemed quite eager yourself."

Oliver raised his hands in mock surrender. "Guilty as charged. But hey, I was just trying to make the most of the moment."

Harry laughed. "You two really do have a way of making everything complicated. Honestly, I'm just glad you're not as dramatic now."

Hermione smirked. "Oh, come on. You can't tell me you haven't had your share of dramatic moments. Remember when you tried to catch the Golden Snitch with your bare hands?"

Harry winced at the memory. "That was a disaster. But at least I wasn't making out in front of a hut while the fate of Sirius hung in the balance."

Oliver raised an eyebrow. "I'm just glad I wasn't there to witness that. I'd have been tempted to intervene and maybe... offer some advice."

Hermione shook her head. "Advice, or just showing off?"

Oliver grinned. "A little bit of both, I think."

Harry nudged Hermione. "You know, I'm starting to think you and Oliver were always meant to be the dramatic duo. Just look at them now."

Hermione laughed. "We definitely have a flair for the dramatic. But let's focus on the mission. We'll leave the show for later."

Oliver glanced at their past selves, who were still lingering outside Hagrid's hut. "Yeah, let's just hope they finish their moment soon. I'm getting impatient here."

Harry grinned. "I think we all are. And maybe, just maybe, we'll get to see them go inside before the sun sets."

Hermione gave them both a playful glare. "Alright, let's stay focused. But thanks for making this waiting game a bit more bearable."

Oliver winked. "Anytime. Just remember, next time we're doing this, I'm bringing popcorn."

They all laughed, their spirits lifted as they waited for their past selves to finally move inside Hagrid's hut.

Harry glanced at his watch and said, "I think this is way past five minutes, guys."

Oliver looked around, feigning innocence. "I swear, it was just five minutes ago."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "I'm starting to think Oliver's timekeeping skills are a bit off. Harry's right—it's been way beyond five minutes."

Oliver shrugged with a grin. "Maybe we should've brought Cassie along. That way, while I'm busy kissing you, those two could have kept each other entertained."

Harry's face turned a shade of red, and he stammered, "W-wait, what?"

Oliver smirked. "Oh, come on. I could tell you were thinking about it."

Hermione shook her head, smiling. "Well, maybe I could have fit one more person in the mix, but I didn't expect us to be watching our past selves making out."

Oliver winked. "Sorry about that. If you want to switch places, you're more than welcome."

Hermione pulled Oliver close, her eyes sparkling. "I'm not blaming you. I hate the blame game—I'm just as guilty."

She leaned in and kissed him deeply, Oliver responding with equal intensity. As they kissed, Oliver gently lifted Hermione, pressing her against the pillar while he cradled her face.

Harry, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but smile, happy to see his friends so content.

Amazed by the passionate display, Harry muttered under his breath, "Damn."

The scene continued with Harry watching as Oliver and Hermione shared a moment of connection, feeling both touched and a bit out of place in their current situation.

As Oliver and Hermione finally pulled away from their kiss, their faces were flushed, and their breathing was slightly uneven. They shared a tender smile before Hermione glanced back at Harry.

Hermione chuckled softly. "Sorry for the interruption, Harry. We might've gotten a little carried away."

Harry shrugged, still blushing. "It's fine. Just... try not to set any records while we're here, okay?"

Oliver laughed, giving Harry a playful nudge. "You're just jealous of our passionate time-turner escapades."

Harry shook his head, a grin breaking through his embarrassment. "Yeah, right. Let's just focus on getting Sirius out of there before we're caught."

Hermione nodded, her tone turning serious. "We're running out of time. Let's hope our past selves don't take much longer."

Oliver smirked. "I'd love to stay and watch, but I'm more interested in rescuing Sirius."

Harry added, "And I'd rather not spend more time in the past than we need to."

As Oliver, Hermione, and Harry continued to watch their past selves on the hill, Harry broke the silence with a grin. "So, you two are quite the passionate couple, aren't you?"

Oliver chuckled, "Well, I didn't expect to see us being so... intense. Did I really get that carried away?"

Hermione nudged Oliver with a smirk. "You're not exactly the shy type when it comes to kissing. At least you were consistent."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "And here I thought you two were always so focused on saving the world."

Hermione laughed softly. "Well, even heroes need their moments. I guess we just got caught up in the moment."

Oliver shrugged playfully. "Who can blame us? It's not every day you get to watch yourself in action. Plus, it's kind of nice to see how far we've come."

Harry sighed, looking at the kissing pair. "True. But as much as I'm enjoying this little show, I think we should get moving soon."

Hermione glanced at Harry and then back at the past versions of themselves. "Agreed. But it's hard to leave when you're watching something so... endearing."

Oliver grinned. "Yeah, I didn't realize watching ourselves kiss could be so entertaining."

Harry shook his head, laughing. "You two are unbelievable. Can't you just get it over with? I'm starting to feel like a third wheel here."

Hermione turned to Harry with a teasing smile. "Oh, come on, Harry. Don't act like you're not enjoying this."

Harry blushed slightly. "Well, I'm not exactly used to being a spectator in our own love lives."

Oliver elbowed Harry playfully. "Don't worry, cousin. It's all part of the adventure. And besides, you've got your own moments to look forward to."

Hermione looked at Oliver with a knowing smile. "And I'm sure those moments will be just as... memorable."

Harry groaned, "Alright, alright. Let's get back to the task at hand before our past selves decide to stay in that kiss forever."

Oliver nodded, still grinning. "Yeah, let's get going. But I'm going to miss this view."

Hermione shook her head with a smile. "We'll have to settle for less dramatic moments in the future."

Harry pointed at Hagrid's hut with excitement. "Look! They're going inside!"

The trio watched as Hagrid ushered Past Oliver and Hermione into his home.

"Yes! Finally!" Harry exclaimed, sprinting down the hill as he saw their past selves step into the hut.

Oliver turned to Hermione with a playful grin. "Maybe next time, we should cut our kisses short if it leads to this kind of delay."

Hermione smirked, shaking her head. "No way. I'm not giving up those moments."

Oliver leaned in to kiss her, but Hermione stopped him with a gentle hand. "No, we need to catch up with Harry. Now."

Oliver sighed but quickly followed after Harry.

Hermione watched Oliver hurry after his cousin, a smile playing on her lips. "I'm so in love with him," she said softly, before running to catch up with them.

To be continued...