Innocent Words Act Three: Life After Hogwarts

Chapter Seven: Now is the Winter of Her Discontent

Author: Moon Chaser 1986

Author's Note

Well hi hi there ladies…it sure has been a while huh? Well I could come out with some long-winded excuse as to why I haven't updated in like six months, but it'd probably be a complete bunch of BS.

What of course you guys will be glad to hear is that I have been working on my writing techniques and such, and I truly believe I can now bring this story to life as much as I've been trying to for the past five years.

So here goes and…ooh! Who else can't believe it's all over huh? I haven't read Deathly Hallows yet (but I do know who dies), but I really should read half blood prince first LOL.

Anyways on with the show.

PS: as a side note…this is what I imagine their home to look like

Oliver and Em's Home (if the hyperlink doesn't work…I'll paste the whole address below...it's really pretty…you should check it out.))

contains a cuss word or three (kidding)…so…if you're offended by swearing, you HAVE been warned.


As the tiny, delicately frail snowflakes fell from the ashen grey clouds in the sky, you might be the kind of person who would automatically surmise that the mood of any person beneath such awful weather conditions would match that of the skies above their heads…

But you'd be wrong…

After their rather disastrous opening to the season, Puddlemere United had staged one of the biggest rallies into modern Quidditch history, and now, at the beginning of the league's winter break, they were sitting pretty atop the table, albeit with a very narrow margin over their closest rivals, the Falmouth Falcons.

In a modestly sized house on Navy Drive, on the banks of the river Trent, somewhere outside of Wyre Piddle, in sleepy little Dorset, a Christmas tree was being decorated to celebrate the spirit of the season…

"Just a little bit higher Oliver..." Em grunted faintly as she tried to keep her balance on Oliver's shoulders as he lifted her up to put a golden star atop their ten-foot high tree.

Sure they could have used magic and just levitated the decorations to their appropriate positions on the tree, but this way they found, was considerably more fun…

"There..." he said, straightening his hair up after he'd put his wife carefully down on the floor again, "That looks better now doesn't it? Well…it will do once I turn the lights on..."

Em stood back as Oliver plugged the tiny, twinkling fairy lights in that glowed so beautifully all over the tree, "It looks perfect..." she smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist, "No time to waste though…we've gotta pick up your suit for the party next week…and I've got to do those last minute Christmas cards…poor Chiyo's going to have a coronary when she sees the pile I've got.."

"For once…will you chill out… and stop worrying so much Em? You're going to burn yourself out if you keep stressing like this..." Oliver smirked, grabbing his coat, "I'll go get my suit, you relax…calm down…it's just a party…nothing we haven't done before yeah?"

"Yeah…I know…you're right…just…I want everything to be perfect this year…"

"I know love…I know..." he hmmed, kissing her on the forehead and heading on out through the front door.


That week that there was to pass between the decorating of their Christmas tree, and team's holiday party, which as was the custom every year, a few competition winning fans were invited to, along with every single member of staff from the stadium of course, right from the chairman, down to the cleaning ladies and house elves…

And this year it was a grand affair to be sure, seeing as the team had just received an award for the most outstanding performance in a game for the past year, so extra bottles of champagne were being laid on for everyone in celebration of that fact…

Oliver couldn't help but smirk at the nervous expression on Em's face as he drove them towards the hall that had been hired out for the party, "Em…seriously…will you calm down? It's just a Christmas party…everyone's going to be getting completely rat-arsed anyway…"

"Sorry…just…getting one of those feeling again…like…something's not right…I know I'm probably just being paranoid…or…I don't know…just ignore me…I'm being silly…"

"Yeah…you are…come on…we're going to have a great time…besides…we deserve it after the last few month's work we've put in huh?"

"Alright…I suppose you're right..."

So they parked the car up and headed on inside, and they were nearly blown away by the decorations, so many, so…so beautiful…so perfect…

"This…must have cost an absolute bomb…" Em squeaked as Ben and Sam caught up with them…

"Nah…nowhere near as much as you'd think actually…coach called in a few favours…and well, it paid off big style..."

"Yeah…no kidding..." she hmmed, spotting Angelina, Alicia and Katie at the other side of the room, "Oh wow…the girls are here…I'm going to go talk to them alright?" she beamed, kissing Oliver's cheek before heading across the dance floor to her friends.

"Guys…you made it!" she squealed, "I wasn't sure whether you got the invitations…and when I didn't hear anything…I just thought..."

"Relax Em…we wouldn't miss this for the world..." Alicia smirked, sipping her champagne.

"Well I'm really glad you did come…this season has just been…ugh...crazy…and I'm really sorry I haven't been able to see you guys as much as I'd said I would…and Oh my god…Katie?" Em cocked her head to one side, "you're pregnant!" she squeaked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Katie smiled a little; resting her hand gently on her softly rounding middle, "Didn't want to distract you from your kick-ass game form…but yes…me and George have a little Weasley on the way…" she smiled, "Mrs Weasley…sorry…Molly, she seems convinced it's twins…but I've promised George if it is…no more after this..."

Em laughed, "Well…congratulations…I'm really pleased for you…and if it helps…you're glowing Katie…you really are…"


A few hours later, all the guests were there, and the party was well and truly in full swing, many people were taking full advantage of the enormous dance floor, however the guys were mostly taking advantage of the buffet and open bar…which was leading to some very raucous banter and singing…

Em was in amongst the crowds on the dance floor with Ben, when all of a sudden she got a flush of white-hot panic running through her entire body, she knew something wasn't right, something was wrong…

"Where's um…where's Oliver?" she asked suddenly, breaking the silence she'd kept most of the time she'd been dancing.

"Um…I don't know actually…last I saw of him he was talking to Coach and Belle, y'know…that cheerleader girl…" Ben explained, "Why? What's wrong?"

"I don't know…I just…something doesn't feel right…I gotta go find him..." she said, leaving Ben standing there and setting off around the room to find Oliver.

She must have asked just about everyone in the room where her husband was, even Frank, and no one seemed to know where he'd disappeared to, and to say the very least, this worried Em, it worried her a hell of a lot…

"Oliver? Are you out here?" she said as she stepped out onto the back terrace on the hall, "Oliver? You…"

She stopped dead in her tracks then at what she saw, it was one of those moments when inwardly, she prayed she was dreaming, but outwardly, she knew even her worst nightmares couldn't be this bad…

"You…you complete…"

"Em…this is not what it looks like..."

"It's exactly what it looks like Oliver…you've got your arms around another woman…and…your tongue stuck down her throat…" she cried, burning up with rage now…

"Listen…sweet cheeks…it's not my fault you can't keep your man happy…" Belle started, standing up and squaring up to Em, who by comparison, was a good four inches shorter than her, even in heels…

"Don't you sweet cheeks me you little harlot!" Em snapped, "I catch you in the arms of my husband…and you've got the nerve to talk to me like that? How dare you!"

"Listen here darlin'…" Belle started, but was cut off by a sharp slap to the cheek from the fuming woman in front of her.

"Em…please…calm down…it's really not what it looks like..." Oliver protested, he'd never seen Em this violent, and to be honest, it scared him a little bit…but now he found himself getting a slap from Em, damn…she had a hell of a right hook on her…

"It's exactly what it looks like.." Em screeched, picking her edge of her dress up and moving to head back inside, "You know what?" she turned back for a moment, "you…are a complete…and utter bastard Oliver Wood…and right now…I couldn't care if I never see you again…"

She turned back away from the scene on the balcony and disappeared back inside and out of the hall completely…


Author's Notes

DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN

LOL…is Oliver a lousy cheating git? Did Em over-react?

Maybe a little bit…but to find out what happens next…keep tuning in…and oh yeah…a little review might help peeps.

Ta muchly, and I look forward to reading your comments.