Disclaimer: I own absolutely none of the characters in this fic besides
Essie, Professor Draca, and Loki (so far). The rest of them belong to J.K.
Rowling. So there. You can't sue me.
AN: this chapter is for all of you people (a.k.a. Risquer and Starr) who absolutely loved Oliver getting sprung and the whole Oliver/Ginny thing. Enjoy!
~Fic Starts Here~
~2 days earlier~
"I have never, in all my hears at Hogwarts, been so ashamed of a student or a staff member!" screeched McGonagall, "Oliver Wood! You should have known better than to seduce a student! Virginia Weasley! YOU should have known better than to lead him on! And right on the quidditch pitch too!" McGonagall kept going on and on. Oliver and Ginny looked at each other and tried not to laugh. Oliver? Seduce Ginny? And Ginny, lead him on? McGonagall needed to get her facts straight. It was Ginny who had done all the seducing, not Oliver. And Oliver had done most of the leading on.
"WHAT WERE you two doing on the quidditch field, anyways?"
"Well, er, ah," began Ginny. How in Ptolemy's name was she going to explain about the beater's club thingie without making things worse?
"Yes, Miss Weasley?"
"Well, you see Professor, Oliver was teaching me how to hold a club-a Beater's Club, not a CLUB, club, you know, and how you have to hold it tightly around the wooden ridges-of the Beater's club I mean-and he was angling my grip around the club-not HIS club, the Beater's club, and we started talking and stuff and we just started snogging and we couldn't stop and-and I think I'll stop know because I'm making this sound WAY worse than it really was."
Oliver was snickering at all of this.
McGonagall raised her eyebrow. "And would you agree with that, Assistant Wood?"
"Yes, ma'am. Ginny needed some quidditch pointers and I gave 'em to her. Might have given her a bit more than quidditch pointers, but there really wasn't anything THAT indecent. I swear."
McGonagall pursed her lips and nodded. She had no other choice but to believe them. "You are dismissed." She sighed, resigned.
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In the hallway, Ginny turned around to face Oliver. "So, are we still going to the ball together?"
Oliver blinked. How could she have thought that they weren't? Hell, he was thinking way beyond the ball right now-his thoughts were somewhat centered around the bed. OK. Shit. Not a good thing to be thinking about.
"I still go by what I said before, you know."
"What?"
"I'm a very un-prim virgin- and I'm sure you'd be more than happy to cure me of the virgin part." She stood on her tiptoes and pecked him on the lips before giggling huskily. "Down, tiger," she whispered mischievously, while she patted his thigh.
She skipped away to the Gryffindor dormitory, and it was all Oliver Wood could do to keep himself from running after her.
AN: this chapter is for all of you people (a.k.a. Risquer and Starr) who absolutely loved Oliver getting sprung and the whole Oliver/Ginny thing. Enjoy!
~Fic Starts Here~
~2 days earlier~
"I have never, in all my hears at Hogwarts, been so ashamed of a student or a staff member!" screeched McGonagall, "Oliver Wood! You should have known better than to seduce a student! Virginia Weasley! YOU should have known better than to lead him on! And right on the quidditch pitch too!" McGonagall kept going on and on. Oliver and Ginny looked at each other and tried not to laugh. Oliver? Seduce Ginny? And Ginny, lead him on? McGonagall needed to get her facts straight. It was Ginny who had done all the seducing, not Oliver. And Oliver had done most of the leading on.
"WHAT WERE you two doing on the quidditch field, anyways?"
"Well, er, ah," began Ginny. How in Ptolemy's name was she going to explain about the beater's club thingie without making things worse?
"Yes, Miss Weasley?"
"Well, you see Professor, Oliver was teaching me how to hold a club-a Beater's Club, not a CLUB, club, you know, and how you have to hold it tightly around the wooden ridges-of the Beater's club I mean-and he was angling my grip around the club-not HIS club, the Beater's club, and we started talking and stuff and we just started snogging and we couldn't stop and-and I think I'll stop know because I'm making this sound WAY worse than it really was."
Oliver was snickering at all of this.
McGonagall raised her eyebrow. "And would you agree with that, Assistant Wood?"
"Yes, ma'am. Ginny needed some quidditch pointers and I gave 'em to her. Might have given her a bit more than quidditch pointers, but there really wasn't anything THAT indecent. I swear."
McGonagall pursed her lips and nodded. She had no other choice but to believe them. "You are dismissed." She sighed, resigned.
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In the hallway, Ginny turned around to face Oliver. "So, are we still going to the ball together?"
Oliver blinked. How could she have thought that they weren't? Hell, he was thinking way beyond the ball right now-his thoughts were somewhat centered around the bed. OK. Shit. Not a good thing to be thinking about.
"I still go by what I said before, you know."
"What?"
"I'm a very un-prim virgin- and I'm sure you'd be more than happy to cure me of the virgin part." She stood on her tiptoes and pecked him on the lips before giggling huskily. "Down, tiger," she whispered mischievously, while she patted his thigh.
She skipped away to the Gryffindor dormitory, and it was all Oliver Wood could do to keep himself from running after her.