A/N: I know, I should be working on my other stories instead of starting a new one! But this story is pretty short and silly. Oh, and by the way-this story is not connected to It's Just Quidditch, Right? in any way. Separate universe, as it were. That's enough of me. Enjoy!

Well, this certainly didn't happen often.

Oliver Wood was 26 years old, and this was the second time in his life that Scotland had made it through the quarterfinals of the Quidditch World Cup. The first time had been the year he was born.

"It's your fault we lost to Argentina that year," his father used to tell him whenever Scotland inevitably lost in the playoffs. "Their biggest fan was missing!" He'd then point at his own chest, before crushing his only son in a hug to show him he wasn't being serious. You'll get it this year, da, Oliver smiled to himself.

George tapped him on the shoulder and brought him back to the present and the Leaky Cauldron, where he and his friends had gathered to listen to the match. "When's the party, mate?" the tall redhead asked, motioning to the wizened old barkeep for another ale.

Oliver scoffed. "Who said I'm having a party? And if I was, who said I'd invite the likes of you?" he joked. "Last thing I need to dampen the glory of my team in the semifinals is one of your damned puking pastries or whatever."

George rolled his eyes. "Pastilles, mate. They're Puking Pastilles. You'd think there'd be some brand recognition amongst friends…" He shouted a few chairs down the bar to his older brother. "Oi! Charlie!"

Charlie turned reluctantly from the tan wizard he'd been talking to, a blush creeping underneath his multitude of freckles. "This'd better be important, Holey," he chided.

"It is! Oliver and Ginny are having a party for the next Scotland match. And I'd bet-"

Exasperated, Oliver threw his hands in the air. "Why does it have to be at our place? My birthday was four months ago, and I burned my arm on some damned exploding confetti in my bathroom yesterday!"

"I forgot about that! Merlin, was that brilliant!" Lee Jordan chuckled deeply. George joined him, until everything but the scar on his missing ear was redder than his hair.

"You know," George said, once he'd stopped laughing, "I'd bet with all the connections our lot has, we could easily get tickets. How 'bout it, Percy?"

The third Weasley look startled at the mention of his name. No big fan of Quidditch or drinking, the quiet, reserved young man had only gone to the pub at the behest of his brothers and former roommate, and had been half-asleep at the bar for most of the last hour. He straightened his horn-rimmed glasses before speaking. "Everyone in my department is entitled to one ticket for themselves plus two for family or acquaintances, though I know there are some less than scrupulous colleagues of mine that have been selling-"

"Can it, Perce. So that's three from you, probably the same for Hermione's department…Dad's retired, but I'd bet he could scrounge up a few if he needed…" George began counting on his fingers, "…Harry's an Auror, on top of being Harry bloody Potter, so he can help…" his eyes went wide as he remembered his last connection. "Oh! And ickle Ronniekins is in working for Games & Sports now, so he'll cover the rest of what we need." He nodded, apparently satisfied with his approximations. "It's settled, then, mate!" he exclaimed, clapping Oliver on the shoulder. "I've got to be hitting the old, dusty Apparition trail," he added, draining his last pint. "You all know how the wife gets."

Lee grimaced in acknowledgement. "S'pose I have to be getting on as well…Don't want Holey here to lose his other ear while Apparating under the influence, do we?"

George snorted and paid the tab, moving to say his goodbyes. "It was nice to meet you, Wallaby," George said, shaking the hand of Charlie's date. "You men have a nice night," he added, winking at his older brother, who blushed in mortification.

As Lee and George left, Percy placed a few Sickles on the counter to pay his minimal tab and excused himself as well, asking Oliver to say hello to Ginny and nodding curtly at Charlie and his date. Oliver could tell that he meant well, but he knew it would probably take some adjusting before Percy was comfortable seeing his older brother and another man as an item, but he'd come around.

Oliver paid and said his own goodbyes, buzzing with excitement from the beer and Quidditch and eager to get home.

A/N: I know, it's not much of a Ginny/Oliver story if Ginny isn't in it. The next chapter is all about the two of them, though. Oh, and believe me, this chapter only hinted at some of the pairings to come! Thanks for reading, and don't forget to review!