A/N: Thanks to my reviewers! And Madhatter, if Snape was still under my bed you'd be the first to know!
And now without further ado chapter 2…
Ginny's Purple Chicken Pox
"Ginny, are you awake?" Oliver asked poking his head in to Ginny's room.
"Bah." Ginny grunted still under the covers. Oliver went back into the kitchen and left Ginny a note. Then he left to go to practice.
"Oliver are you here?" Ginny said as she left her room around ten that morning. She walked into the kitchen and found the note that he left her.
Ginny,I'm at practice until 3:30. Remember to heed the doctor's instructions.
Oliver
Ginny crumpled the note and started her breakfast. After she ate she got the sudden urge to speak with her mother via floo.
"Molly Weasley," she said tossing the powder into the fire, and her mother's head appeared.
"Ginny darling, how are you feeling?" She asked with a worried frown on her face.
"I'm fine. I just needed someone to talk to."
"Oh, is this about that young man of yours?" Came her mother knows response.
"Oliver is not my young man mother." She said shortly.
"Isn't that the problem dear?" Her mother offered an encouraging smile. "You really care about Oliver, and you don't know what he feels?"
Meanwhile Oliver was getting dressed after quidditch practice when he found himself in front of two very scary Weasleys.
"Wood," they both yelled as they came up on both sides of him.
"Did you listen to us at all yesterday?" George said with a menacing scowl on his face.
"Where is your girlfriend Oliver?" Fred sneered. The twins were advancing on Oliver with their wands out and he backed right in to the wall.
"Um…guys let me explain." Oliver stuttered.
"Explain what Oliver, why you're hurting our sister?" George said. "Be glad you only have to deal with Fred and me."
"What do you mean hurting Ginny…I didn't hurt Ginny." He said nervously.
"Did you see her last night? After you got back from your date." Fred whispered vehemently. "Or were you too busy?"
"S-she was asleep." He said, "and what do you mean I hurt her."
"Your date Oliver, it seems that Ginny likes you." George said as he and Fred glared at Oliver.
"Oh, shit," mumbled Oliver.
"That's an understatement. Now what should George and I do to you so you don't make this mistake in the future." He grinned shamelessly and Oliver didn't like the look of it. Things went downhill for him when George got the same grin.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking Fred?"
"Maybe, does it involve hot wax by any chance?" Fred said innocently
"No, but that's almost better."
"Well, my dear twin what did you have in mind?"
"I was going for the usual method of kicking the shit out of him." George said as they inched closer to Oliver
"That's almost too normal."
"He did hurt Ginny."
"True, should we start."
"Not yet, I want to hear about this hot wax."
"Ah the wax. What do people normally do with wax Oliver?"
"Um, I…uh don't know."
"Wrong answer. Now lets see in our muggle studies class we were told that women used hot wax to remove hair from different parts of the body." Oliver paled as Fred explained with a wicked glint in his eye.
"Wait, what if we practice some of our new curses on him?"
"Nah, still partial to the hot wax method."
"Why are you discussing this in front of me?"
"Today we are going to scare you. Consider it a warning. Next time we will bring the others." George said as they turned and left a bewildered Oliver standing there.
Oliver took his own sweet time getting home after practice. His thoughts kept returning to Ginny and how he didn't mean to hurt her. He wasn't even sure that she did care about him and if she did there was no chance in hell that she would even think about giving him a chance now.
When he arrived back at the apartment he was greeted by an extremely bored and pissed off Ginny. She needless to say wasn't happy to see Oliver. Oliver on the other hand wished to talk to Ginny, and he wanted to clear up some of the misconceptions about the other night. But a sick, bored, angry, and hurt Ginny, who can't be at work is not something that is easily talked to.
"Ginny," he tested entering the living room, "can I talk to you."
"Oh, its you," she snapped, "what do you want?"
"Can we talk Gin?"
"We have nothing to talk about."
"Yes we do!"
"NO I don't want to talk to you. So leave me alone Oliver Wood, or else."
"Fine," he hissed and stalked out of the room into his own room and slammed the door. Oliver started blasting muggle music. Ginny sunk back down onto the couch and started to cry. She pulled herself together and decided that even though she wanted to be with Oliver he wasn't worth the tears. She went back to her reading and she soon heard someone at her door. She got up off the couch and opened the door. Behind the door was Miranda from the other night just the person Ginny wanted to see right then.
"What do you want?" She said in a hiss.
"Is Oliver here?"
"No, I don't think he is." She said and was about to slam the door when Oliver stepped up to the door announcing his presence.
"Oliver," the other woman squealed.
"Oh, I guess I forgot that he was here." Ginny stomped into the kitchen and started to slam things on the counter making a ton of noise.
"What do you want Miranda?" Oliver asked running short on patience.
"Well Ollie," she purred batting her eyelashes, "I was wondering if you wanted to go out again tomorrow?"
Ginny suddenly screamed from the kitchen and came charging out into the hall and ran into her bedroom and slammed her door.
"Sorry, but I told you the other night that I couldn't make it." Oliver said and shut the door behind her. Now all he had to do was talk to Ginny.
"Ginny," Oliver said knocking on her door, "Ginny can we talk?"
"Go Away Oliver."
"I'm not going anywhere until you let me in."
"Then you'll be there for a long time."
"Ginny."
"GO AWAY"
"Alohomora," Oliver whispered, he then entered her room. "Ginny, we need to talk."
"Fine, talk." Oliver stood there at a loss for words. "Well Wood, we talked, now get out and don't let the door hit you in the arse on the way out."
"Ginny," he said regaining his bearings. "What's wrong Gin, will you tell me please?"
"Nothing is wrong."
"Don't give me that, I can tell your upset."
"Look at me Oliver! I have these blasted spots all over me and I am bored and I want to fucking go to work. Is that ok with you Oliver."
"Sorry Gin," he mumbled and walked from her room. Now he was sure that he had lost all chances with Ginny.
To be continued