Title: Ollie Loves Ginny
Author: Kleine Snowdrop
Pairing: Oliver/Ginny
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything in the Harry Potter Universe. Nor do I want to own the books, I think she who does is doing a wonderful job, and have nothing but respect for her works. But I repeat I am getting nothing from this, not at all.
A/N: This story is set about one year after Oliver's Luck. Reposted after it was removed.
Ollie Loves Ginny
Oliver Wood was woken at an ungodly early morning hour. 3:42 A.M. to be exact. Ginny and her brothers had arrived at the apartment they shared a half an hour earlier from a night drinking. All of her brothers had gone drinking. Fred would be getting married in exactly one week. This was a very Weasley way to celebrate.
Oliver being a professional quidditch player could sleep just about anywhere. He was not woken when the drunken clan of rambunctious Weasleys stumbled through the door. He slept through the wars that they engaged in. The furniture had been flipped and bodies tossed around. He even slept through the chortling and the start of the water fight.
It was the water fight that did him in…wait no; it was after the water fight. It was when Ginny and her older brothers stood around his bed trying not to giggle as they all pointed their squirt guns at Oliver.
"On my mark," Ginny slurred nodding at her brothers. She counted slowly to three, "Fire!!"
Seven streams of ice-cold water hit Oliver in the face. He bolted awake and sat straight up in his bed.
"Bloody hell," he groaned trying in vain to block the water. His initial thought was that who ever invented squirt guns should be hung upside-down by their toes, or something just as bad. He lost his train of thought when both twins jumped on his bed
"Hold him down!" Ron shouted waving his arms around like a windmill.
"What in Merlin's name are you doing?" Oliver mumbled incoherently.
"Target practice," Fred guffawed grabbing one of Oliver's bare arms.
"Ginny," George giggled, "did you know that Oliver only wears pants while he sleeps."
"Oh, he wears pants?" came the innocent reply, "I'll be all this time and I never saw him in pants."
Still giggling George grabbed Oliver's other arm and he and Fred held Oliver down.
"Charlie, his other leg," Bill whispered loudly winking at his brother. Silently, or so he thought, Charlie grabbed the star quidditch player's left leg. They held him down for the remaining three Weasleys. Percy, Ron and Ginny all emptied their guns on Oliver's broad chest.
"Stop it, come on guys, stop it," Oliver pleaded all the while laughing, "that tickles."
Ginny, Percy and Ron switched places with Fred, George, and Bill. Ginny kissed Oliver's wet nose.
"Sorry," she whispered, "me talked they into it." Her brothers all took turns squirting Oliver with water, once all the guns were emptied of water they all collapsed on the floor in Ginny and Oliver's bedroom. Dripping Oliver crept out of bed and checked on his girlfriend's family. He really didn't want anyone to choke while hung over. He went to the bathroom and dried off and went into Ginny's old room to sleep.
Oliver woke up later that morning to seven hung over Weasleys. He walked out of the room and put on a pot of coffee. He watched as one redheaded blur shot out of his room, followed soon after by an identical red blur. It was payback time.
Oliver knew that soon he would have six grumpy wizards on his hand and one prickly witch, and having taken all their wands the night before; he wanted to have some fun. Oliver started cooking breakfast, eggs and bacon.
He chuckled into his coffee as he watched them stumble out of the bedroom holding their stomachs.
"Good morning," he said cheerfully as they stumbled in to the bright sun lit room. Oliver had opened the drapes so that the morning light would shine into the apartment.
In response he heard seven distinct groans, grumbles and a choice of curse words. He looked at each Weasley. Red hair was sticking out; skin was pale which caused their freckles to stand out. All were still wearing their muggle clothes from the night before, bright greens, yellows, reds, oranges, polka dots, and stripes.
"Well, if it isn't sleeping beauty," he said as Ginny blearily made her way to the coffee pot.
"Go away," she growled pouring a cup of coffee.
"What in hell is that noxious smell?" Charlie asked as he fell on to the empty couch.
"That would be my breakfast," Oliver smirked, "eggs, bacon, coffee, orange juice, toast, and, butter would you care for any?"
"Shit no!" Bill exclaimed, "The bastard is trying to kill us."
"Bill, no bloody need to scream," Percy grimaced as he too spoke loudly. Oliver went over to the television and turned it on loudly. Charlie who had been rummaging in the cupboards nearly fell on to the floor when he heard the loud voices.
"MERLIN'S BALLS," he shouted as he gripped the cupboard doors to keep from falling.
"I regret you ever giving him that piece of monkey shit, Percy," Ron groaned.
"Don't you have any bloody hangover potions?" Charlie asked.
"Nope," Oliver said.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN, NOPE, YOU SODDING GIT!!" Ginny shrieked.
"SHUT UP!" Fred and George shouted in unison holding their hands over their ears.
"Well, I have to go to practice, now," Oliver yawned, "thanks for the wakeup call this morning."
He walked out the door slamming it. Suddenly his head popped back into the room, "oh yeah, and clean this mess up, beloved" he said slamming the door again. They all hear Oliver's deep laughter ringing down the hall.
To be continued…