"Here you go, love", Oliver said and handed her a drink. Erin technically wouldn't be old enough to drink for another few months, but drinking under the age limit was not very uncommon, well, anywhere really. Oliver on the other hand was very careful with what he was consuming this time.

"Thank you", she smiled, kissing him slowly. They had gone to a club downtown, so it was dark enough to display a little PDA without getting strange looks.

"Did I tell you how pretty you look tonight?" he whispered, playing with a piece of her hair.

"I don't look any different than I normally do", she blushed, wrapping one arm around his neck.

"Hmm, well you do look pretty everyday." He gently pulled her to the dancefloor.

Erin had an absolute blast. She already knew Puddlemere was a very fun team to hang out with, but they sure knew how to party. Erin was surprised at how much liquor these people could down being professional sports players. Erin was a little buzzed herself, but made sure she stayed mostly sober. She had other plans tonight.

Oliver had gone to fetch her another drink as she felt a presence behind her.

"Hello there, pretty lady." Erin didn't recognise the voice, so she took a step away before turning around. In front of her was a man only a couple years older than her, but clearly drunk out of his mind. Erin didn't respond. Why did Oliver always insist on getting her drinks?

"What are you doing here all alone?" he asked. "Need some company?"

"No, I'm fine, thank you very much", Erin said annoyed. "I'm here with friends." She spotted some of Oliver's teammates a couple yards away, which made her feel a bit safer.

"I was talking about a special kind of company", the guy smirked, taking a step closer and putting his hands on her hips.

"Would you please get your filthy hands off me?!" Erin shouted at him, roughly pushing away his hands.

"Aww, is our little princess not in the mood to dance?" Erin was getting quite sick of this pervert as he stepped closer again.

"No, I'm not. I'm here with my boyfriend if you don't mind", she hissed at him.

"Oh, well, I'm sure he won't mind sharing." His hands touched her waist again and she took a step backwards, but bumped into someone.

"I do, so you better get your paws off her", she heard Oliver say. She looked up to see that Oliver was the person she had bumped into. Thank the lord.

"A shame, I would've liked to play with you", the man smirked without taking his hands off Erin.

"I said, hands off!" Oliver got angry now as he roughly pushed the man away from her. It surprised Erin how he didn't fall down in his drunken state. Oliver protectively wrapped an arm around Erin's waist, pulling her close.

The man just now looked at Oliver and his eyes widened.

"You're the Keeper from Puddlemere", he said shocked, completely forgotten the fact that he was just harassing said Keeper's girlfriend. "I saw the game tonight. Great work."

"I suggest you kindly sod off or we're going to be in trouble, minkin' bampot." Erin would normally find it amusing when Oliver got out his Scottish slang whenever he was annoyed or angry, but she just wanted this man to go right now.

And he did. Slowly but surely, he backed off, disappearing into the crowd.

"Are you okay?" Oliver asked, looking her up and down to make sure he hadn't harmed her.

"I'm fine", she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. She would have been able to take the drunk, a simple knee in the crotch would do, but she didn't mind Oliver getting all protective over her.

"You sure? Sorry I was gone for so long." Oliver was still holding her drink.

"I'm very sure. But we do have a problem now, Captain", she smirked, pressing her body against his.

"Do we? What's the problem?" he asked, mesmerized by her deep blue eyes, softly swaying to the music.

"That was really hot. Quite a turn-on if I might say", she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Is that so?" he mumbled, his smile only growing.

"Didn't we have some unfinished business to continue last week?" she whispered in his ear. Oliver looked at her slightly shocked, but slowly a smirk appeared on his face.

"I'm suddenly totally done with this place", he grinned as his lips met her, displaying a kind of hunger that made Erin all kinds of fuzzy inside.

"I think we'll be heading out", Oliver said as they had pulled away. Erin quickly said goodbye to Benjy and some other teammates she had spoken to before Oliver pulled her outside. They had to walk quite a bit before they could apparate without risking being caught by muggles.

"Here", Oliver said and put his jacket around Erin's shoulders. She had brought her own, but the January temperatures were not very pleasant and since she was easily cold, she immediately started shivering.

"Remember the last time you did that, with your cloak?" Erin laughed, remembering the moment. It was even before they started dating, on the quidditch pitch.

The quidditch pitch, where it all began.

"I especially remember the next day", Oliver chuckled. "You just ran in with a Gryffindor cloak and you didn't even realise it."

"I overslept, I hadn't thought about it."

"Really? Or did you just want to catch my attention?" Erin glared at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "Because if so, that definitely worked. I felt all kinds of things that morning. I didn't understand it back then, but I think that was the moment I fell for you."

"Only then?" Erin chuckled. "I think I fell for you in fourth year."

"Fourth year? But you didn't even know me." Erin shrugged, remembering the first time she had really noticed Oliver, during his first match as Gryffindor captain.

"Well, I just thought you were hot", she grinned.

"Thought?" Oliver pulled her into an alley where they could safely apparate.

"Correction, think." Erin pushed Oliver gently against the wall and kissed him. She wasn't cold anymore all of the sudden.

"I think we should continue this at your house", Oliver said in between kisses as he got out his wand. Erin nodded and held onto him tightly as he apparated them back home.

Erin suddenly got nervous as Oliver closed the door of her bedroom. Before Oliver, she had never even kissed anyone before. He'd be her first and although she was nervous, she wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

"What are you thinking about?" Oliver asked as he grabbed her hands and pulled her towards him. Her hands were cold, so he gently folded his around hers to keep them warm.

"Nothing important", she whispered, placing a small kiss on his hands.

"You're so cute", he chuckled.

"Cute?"

"Yeah, cute. The way you smile and the way you blush. The way you are a little nervous, but determined not to show me. It's really cute."

"Well, what if I don't feel like being cute tonight?" she said daringly, biting her lip.

"Yep, I take that back", Oliver whispered. "Not cute, just really, really sexy."

He put his hands on her waist and lifted her up. She gladly wrapped her legs around his torso and her arms around his neck as their lips connected again.

He gently laid her down on the bed without breaking apart. Erin pulled Oliver's sweater over his head to admire his body again. She had made a very good decision dating a sports player.

"Your turn", he winked as he pulled off Erin's jacket. Oliver couldn't help but stare a little as she pulled off her shirt. The only light in the room was that of the moonlight, and it made her look even more beautiful, Oliver thought. He felt like the luckiest man alive.

"How did I manage to date such a gem?" he asked, a loving smile on his lips. He gently caressed her cheek, until Erin pulled him against her, closing the gap.

Her lips moved hungrily as his hands slowly started exploring her body. He smirked in their kiss as he reached Erin's bra. There was no need for that anymore. He gently found the clasp and undid it, tossing it carelessly on the floor.

"Have you done that before?" Erin asked, confused at the ease with which he had taken it off. She suddenly got really nervous at the thought that this might not be his first time. Oliver had never talked about any other girl and the obliviousness with which he ignored Erin's obvious flirting tactics last year suggested he wasn't used to it, but he could be surprising at times.

"I have not", he whispered, pulling her close again. He gently kissed her jawline, towards her ear and then down her neck, leaving little love bites here and there. He pushed her back into the mattress again and Erin arched her back as Oliver trailed kisses down her collarbone.

"You're so beautiful", he whispered as he moved back up, claiming her lips as his. She smiled coyly as she fiddled to open his belt.

"You want to do this?" Oliver asked, slightly out of breath as he pushed Erin's hair out of her face.

"Yeah, you?" she asked.

"You don't have to ask me twice", he smirked and pressed his lips on hers again.

A/N: Hi everyone. In my previous fanfictions, people have always wanted me to write smut, but I really don't like doing so. It makes me uncomfortable and I feel like it's not very beneficial for the quality of the book. But because of the high demand, here is a little something, but I will never write more than this :') .

I'm a little sad, because this is the last official chapter of this novel ... The next one will be the epilogue, involving quite a time jump. I could find another situation that messes things up between them and then write about the second half of the year, but I feel like they're in a very good place right now and it feels right to keep it that way. So ... This is it! I hope you enjoy the epilogue.