A/N Oliver and Hermione don't love each other? Hermione loves Ron? Oliver loves Angelina?
Disclaimer: Don't own crap.
Courage
"Well...bye." I said as I apperated.
I suddenly appeared in full uniform with about a million other drafted people.
"Wood! You're here!" The general addressed me.
"Hi."
"You will not say `hi' in the army! You will say `yes sir'!"
"Sorry."
"You will say, `sorry sir'!"
"Sorry, sir..."
By now about everyone was looking my way and giggling. One face stood out in the crowd-
"Angelina!" I cried.
"Wood! I was addressing you!" The general said.
"Sorry,"
He glared at me.
"Err, sorry sir!" I said quickly.
"Alright troops you are dismissed to examine your sleeping quarters. I will awaken you at oh-six-hundred tomorrow morning." The general yelled in my ear. Uggh so far army wasn't going so well.
"Angelina," I said again as the crowd parted.
"Hi Oliver, haven't seen you in a while." Angelina said giving me a playful punch on the shoulder.
I saw two tall red-haired men over the crowd and heard an explosion.
I grinned at Angelina, "Looks like I found Fred and George."
The crowd parted as we made our way to Fred and George.
"Ah, Oliver!" One of them said, I could never tell which was which.
"Well, `oh-six-hundred' shouldn't be tough for you, eh? All those Quidditch practices..." The other teased.
We embraced like brothers.
"So how's the joke shop going?" I asked.
"Oh it's great! We've got a million things...I reckon it's bigger than Zonko's, eh, George?" Said the one I supposed was Fred.
Angelina laughed, "You still do that? I could tell you apart in Hogwarts and I still can, Fred."
"How can you be sure? Am I Fred or am I George? Or maybe Gred or Forge?" Fred said hugging her.
"You're too good for us, Angelina." George said.
"And we all know what Angelina's doing, Miss Quidditch Star." I said turning round to her.
"Oh, look who's talking Mister Hot Shot Keeper. There's about a million websites about you." Angelina grinned giving me a little hug. Then turning round to Fred and George she said, "It's really great how your Dad introduced muggle computers to wizard's. I'm guessing your folks have a bit more gold now." I almost laughed; Angelina was always the blunt type.
"Oliver! Is that you?" I heard a familiar voice say. We all turned round to see-
"Harry! Haven't seen you in a while. How's life going?" I asked. Geez, has everyone been drafted?
"Well, I'm an Auor." Oh he must have been one of the first drafted. "Have any of you seen Ron around?"
"He's probably at my house, making out with Hermione." I muttered.
"Oh yeah, congrats Oliver. I forgot you're married." Fred said.
"Well, not happily married." I muttered.
"Yeah, Hermione always was a little ****** know-it-all." Angelina said, sympathetically.
"Well, we've really got to go to bed. Whenever `oh-six-hundred' is it sounds early. The Quidditch stars that are used to earlier practices can stay up." George said yawning loudly.
"Me too," Harry said as they all went to `sleeping quarters'.
A/N Should I keep writing it? It's all up to your reviews.
Disclaimer: Don't own crap.
Courage
"Well...bye." I said as I apperated.
I suddenly appeared in full uniform with about a million other drafted people.
"Wood! You're here!" The general addressed me.
"Hi."
"You will not say `hi' in the army! You will say `yes sir'!"
"Sorry."
"You will say, `sorry sir'!"
"Sorry, sir..."
By now about everyone was looking my way and giggling. One face stood out in the crowd-
"Angelina!" I cried.
"Wood! I was addressing you!" The general said.
"Sorry,"
He glared at me.
"Err, sorry sir!" I said quickly.
"Alright troops you are dismissed to examine your sleeping quarters. I will awaken you at oh-six-hundred tomorrow morning." The general yelled in my ear. Uggh so far army wasn't going so well.
"Angelina," I said again as the crowd parted.
"Hi Oliver, haven't seen you in a while." Angelina said giving me a playful punch on the shoulder.
I saw two tall red-haired men over the crowd and heard an explosion.
I grinned at Angelina, "Looks like I found Fred and George."
The crowd parted as we made our way to Fred and George.
"Ah, Oliver!" One of them said, I could never tell which was which.
"Well, `oh-six-hundred' shouldn't be tough for you, eh? All those Quidditch practices..." The other teased.
We embraced like brothers.
"So how's the joke shop going?" I asked.
"Oh it's great! We've got a million things...I reckon it's bigger than Zonko's, eh, George?" Said the one I supposed was Fred.
Angelina laughed, "You still do that? I could tell you apart in Hogwarts and I still can, Fred."
"How can you be sure? Am I Fred or am I George? Or maybe Gred or Forge?" Fred said hugging her.
"You're too good for us, Angelina." George said.
"And we all know what Angelina's doing, Miss Quidditch Star." I said turning round to her.
"Oh, look who's talking Mister Hot Shot Keeper. There's about a million websites about you." Angelina grinned giving me a little hug. Then turning round to Fred and George she said, "It's really great how your Dad introduced muggle computers to wizard's. I'm guessing your folks have a bit more gold now." I almost laughed; Angelina was always the blunt type.
"Oliver! Is that you?" I heard a familiar voice say. We all turned round to see-
"Harry! Haven't seen you in a while. How's life going?" I asked. Geez, has everyone been drafted?
"Well, I'm an Auor." Oh he must have been one of the first drafted. "Have any of you seen Ron around?"
"He's probably at my house, making out with Hermione." I muttered.
"Oh yeah, congrats Oliver. I forgot you're married." Fred said.
"Well, not happily married." I muttered.
"Yeah, Hermione always was a little ****** know-it-all." Angelina said, sympathetically.
"Well, we've really got to go to bed. Whenever `oh-six-hundred' is it sounds early. The Quidditch stars that are used to earlier practices can stay up." George said yawning loudly.
"Me too," Harry said as they all went to `sleeping quarters'.
A/N Should I keep writing it? It's all up to your reviews.