Ginny was wrapping up a Floo conversation with her mother when the front door's Caterwauling Charm whistled at her.

"Go on, dear," her mother smiled, "I'm sure he'll want to tell you all about the match."

The door thundered open before Ginny could nod in agreement.

"GINNY!" Oliver shouted exuberantly, rushing towards the fireplace. "GINNY, WE-Oh, good evening, Mrs. Weasley," he said quietly. "Scotland's headed to the semifinals."

Molly chuckled. "You two go talk about brooms and bludgers, I'll see you Sunday night."

The couple bid Mrs. Weasley goodbye, and she blew a kiss before her face disappeared from the fire. As the flames changed back from green back to orange, Oliver lifted his girlfriend off the ground and spun her around, babbling incoherently about the victory. "…But we WON, Ginny!" he protested as she smacked his shoulders.

"I've heard!" she said darkly, "Ern almost knocked down my door to tell me, in the middle of a bloody conference!" She sighed in relief as he finally put her down and kissed him lightly in thanks.

"I wish you could have been there, Gin," he murmured, wrapping his strong arms around her and kissing the top of her head.

She poked him in the ribs. "Yeah, well, unlike certain physical education teachers, I had parent teacher conferences tonight," she grumbled. "There were many grievances amongst the parents of the Third Form, apparently."

Oliver played hurt. "Oi! Teaching tiny witches and wizards to tell one end of a broomstick from the other is an extremely valuable civil service!" he joked, sounding almost as self-important as Percy. "Besides," he added, playing with fire, "Maybe I'm just so damned good at my job that no one had any complaints," he grinned, full of smug (though feigned) pride.

Ginny pulled away and crossed her arms, glaring. "Well I guess if you're so bloody marvelous, you can sort yourself out the next time some six year-old's baby magic charms your hair purple or bewitches a broomstick to smack your arse repeatedly!"

"You're mean."

"I'm tired."

"I was kidding."

"I wasn't."

"I love you."

"Humph." Her tired grumble was muffled as she buried her face in his jumper.

He leaned back and poked her forehead. "I love you," he repeated stubbornly.

"I know," she mumbled, burying herself in his chest again, near her breaking point from the long, frustrating day.

Oliver locked eyes with her before kissing her slowly. "I love you," he whispered against her lips.

"I love you, too," she conceded, placing her small hands on his shoulders and pushing him onto the sofa behind them. She sat on his lap and rested her head on his shoulder as an unspoken apology. "Tell me about your night," she said sleepily.

"Percy and Charlie send their regards, a-" he began.

"But not George? Git," she interrupted.

He looked down at her, entertained. "Am I telling you, or not?"

"Sorry." She kissed his cheek. "Keep going."

"Charlie's new bloke seems nice, but he didn't much to anyone but Charlie. I think his name is Wallace. He's Australian, though, and George calls him Wallaby, then pretends he can't hear when anyone corrects him.

Ginny snorted in amusement, but didn't interrupt again.

"Percy's a bit uncomfortable with it, I think, but once he unruffles his feathers about it, he'll be fine," he added.

"The only thing Percy's more resistant to than change is women," she responded, rolling her eyes. "You'd think he'd be more receptive, seeing as the whole family thought he was the poof until Charlie came out about it."

"Be nice," he chided her. "Percy's my friend. He's just a bit…stuck in his ways, is all. Anyways," he continued, ignoring her indignant mumbling, "Your darling brother George went ahead and told everyone that we'd be having a party for the next Scotland match-"

"Our house still isn't clean from the last party George strong-armed us into having!" she erupted in protest.

Oliver nodded in agreement and continued calmly. "I told him as much, but he didn't seem to care. Knowing him, it'll be more exploding confetti and puking pastries-"

"Pastilles," she corrected him absentmindedly.

"You sound just like him, d'you know that? But anyways, he told Lee and Charlie and Percy and has certainly already told Hermione by now…then she'll tell Harry and he'll tell Ron…"

"…So I guess we're having a party," she said, unenthusiastic.

He shrugged. "It could be fun. The match is in July, so we'll be off of work for the summer, and if we don't let anyone in the door without food or alcohol…"

"…We'll have a cottage full of drunken Weasleys, which worked out so well the last time."

Oliver chuckled and kissed her nose. "Off to bed, you, or we'll sleep through the England/Japan match tomorrow morning. If you quit being so damned grumpy, I may even make you breakfast."

She laughed and gave a small cheer, wrapping her arms around his neck like a little girl. "I want pancakes!"

With Ginny still in his arms, Oliver stood. She squeaked in protest as he lifted her and started walking towards their bedroom.

"Put me down!" she shrieked. "Just because I'm small and you're strong doesn't mean you can just pick me up and take me wherever you'd like!"

Laughing loudly, he countered, "I don't see anyone trying to stop me," and slung her over his shoulder.

It was a mistake. "I'm your girlfriend, not a sack of bloody potatoes!" she seethed, beating her fists on his back. It was then that she saw her opportunity. Sticking out of the back pocket of his jeans was his wand. She grabbed it and fired a quick Stinging Hex at the seat of his pants. Coming from his wand, it was less than half of its potential strength, but Ginny's hexes were legendarily powerful and half strength was painful enough.

He froze, letting out a heavily accented string of expletives. Ginny wriggled out of his grip and took off running towards their room, reflexes quick as ever, while he followed, the slightest hint of a smile twisting the corner of his mouth despite his cursing.

A/N: I must say, I LOVE writing these two together. Also, if it wasn't clear, they're both teachers at a primary school for witches and wizards too young to go to Hogwarts. Thanks for reading, and remember…Reviews keep me motivated to post chapters quickly!