Innocent Words Act II

Author: Captain Cornflake

Chapter One: Summer Break In Bonny Scotland

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-Disclaimer-

I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. I own Emilia

A/N: I know nothing about Scotland, so if I mess up, don't hurt me, I'm trying my best.

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The flight to Glasgow was uneventful, as expected. Emilia got airsick, namely because she hates flying on an aeroplane.

Upon reaching the Glaswegian airport, Em and Oliver made straight for the coach station that was at the main entrance, and hopped on the coach heading for Skye, which was stopping in Oban, which was not far from where Oliver's parents lived.

The coach was fairly cramped, mainly with families going on their holidays, with children, most of whom were either screaming blue murder, or running up and down the aisle with their frustrated parents chasing them.

"Remind me, never have children." laughed Em, leaning on Oliver's shoulder.

"Dang, I think I'd make a good dad" he replied, his face twisting in mock hurt.

"I'm just kidding, I know you would." she reassured him, resting her head on his shoulder. He threw an arm over her shoulders and caressed her left arm with his fingertips

The three-hour journey tired them both, and, by the time they reached Oban, 'The Gateway To The Isles' as it was known, they were both quite exhausted. It was a pretty seaside town, with views to die for. Problem being, it was a wee bit cold.

Em surveyed the landscape with an admiring expression, taking a deep breath as her gaze passed the harbour.

"Home sweet home" sighed Oliver, looking towards the ferry port, he turned back to Em, "Just a little further.you see that ferry there?"

She squinted her eyes a little, "Yeah.."

"That.." he smiled, "..will take us up Loch Etive, to my house."

"Oliver." she murmured, pulling him closer, "...Do you think your mum and dad are gonna be pissed about me?"

He looked a bit thoughtful for a moment, "No, they shouldn't be, and besides, we're waiting until your old enough remember? Even if they are pissed at me, I don't care, because nothing they say, is going to stop me from marrying you.."

"Oh Oliver" she sighed, wrapping her rapidly numbing arms around him.

"Come on, we better get going before it gets too cold."

"Wait, my trunk."

"Ah, allow me" smiled Oliver, whipped his trusty wand out and coughed to the luggage on the ground, after checking that no one was looking:

"Reducio..."

Within moments, the trunk was small enough to fit in your pocket, and that's exactly what Em did. She wrapped her coat closely to herself, wishing now that she'd worn something more than the jeans and thin t-shirt she'd put on at Heathrow.

The pair reached the ferry, and loaded themselves onto it. Finding a seat wasn't hard, seeing as there were only four other people on the boat, and they were all elderly men and women, touring the Highlands.

Two of them stared slyly at the young couple, looking quickly away if either of them caught they gaze. One of them spoke up suddenly:

"What's a couple of young'uns like yourselves doing at Loch Etive?"

Oliver smiled at the kindly old man, and then down at Em, who was asleep on his shoulder.

"I'm going home to see my parents for a couple of weeks, they're meeting my fiancée here." Oliver said quietly, looking back at Em again.

"Engaged? At your age?" the man sounded shocked.

"Yep." He replied, lifting up Em's left hand to show the man the ring on the fourth finger.

"Keep a hold of her, she's a pretty girl." smiled the man, raising his eyebrows.

"I intend to, no-one's going t'ae take away my Em."

The driver of the ferry announced that they'd be stopping soon, and Oliver shook Em lightly:

"Em, wake up, we're here.."

The slender teen sat up groggily, and rubbed her eyes, before gazing out of the window at the gorgeous views around her. Her eyes went wide and she looked up at Oliver as the ferry began to slow.

"Come on.." he smiled, lifting Em to her feet, before sweeping her up into his arms, she protested and wriggled against his strong grip, but her overcame her, which results in fits of random screaming laughter and half- arsed tickling.

One of the elderly men looked after the pair as they alighted from the boat, and sighed to himself:

"Ah love's young dream.."

Em stood in the gravel which surrounded the small jetty where the ferry stopped, and looked around her, she only stopped when she saw Oliver looking over in the direction of a modest, oh heck, who am I kidding? It one of the biggest houses she'd ever seen. She raised her eyebrows before asking him:

"You.live there?"

"Yep, It hasn't changed a bit, it's been almost two years since I was last up here.come on, they're going to think we're not coming."

The two made their way along a path that cut through some lush woodland, and they came to the gates of the Wood estate.

Oliver opened the creaky gate, and held it open as Em slipped through. She looked up at one of the upper floors and saw a figure dash quickly from one of the windows.

The door opened suddenly, and a short, red haired woman shot from it, and flung her arms around Oliver, causing him to stumble back a little.

"Mum!" he cried, returning the embrace.

A tall, dark haired, proud looking man appeared in the doorway, and stood there, arms folded at his waist. Oliver looked beyond his mother's shoulders, to see the man standing in the doorway; he peeled his mum off him, and looked onwards to the man.

"Dad." he breathed, stealing a lingering gaze at his father, before turning back to Em.

"I'm so glad you're here!" cried Mrs Wood, looking up at her strapping son, ".and who is this?" she asked, looking to Em.

"This is Emilia, a friend of mine" Oliver shot her a wink, before pulling her closer to him.

"Fiona Wood" the woman held out a hand, Em shook it lightly.

Oliver's father had, by this time, walked up to where the group was greeting one another; he towered above them all, only even almost equalled by his son.

"Ian Wood" he greeted the newcomer, shaking her right hand. Em quickly remembered the ring on her other hand and swiftly turned it around so the stone was not visible.

"It's lovely to meet you both.Oliver's told me so much about you."

Ian and Fiona then stood side-by-side and Em began to notice how much Oliver looked like his parents. He stood next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and led her in as his parents invited them inside.

A few hours later, dinner had been prepared, and the pair entered the dining room, which was attached to the kitchen, into the unsuspecting presence of the proud parents.

"So, how's the team doing?" asked Ian, trying to find out what his offspring had been doing for the past two years.

"We're doing just fine, now that we got a new Seeker."

"Would that be you Em?" smiled Fiona, licking her top lip.

"Yeah that's me.." said Em, shyly, tucking some hair behind her ears.

"We won the cup this year dad."

"You did? Well, congratulations son, and well done to you." exclaimed Ian, clapping for a few moments.

"So how's your love life?" asked Fiona, in the way only a mother could.

"Mum!"

"Fiona!"

"Well, actually, there's something I need to tell you on that front.." he grasped Em's hand underneath the table.

"Mm?" Ian, looking curious.

"I uh- I'm, I- I'm engaged"

Fiona and Ian almost choked on the food they were chewing..

A/N: Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuuun!!! Heh, lemme know what you all think