And now I give you chapter 3!
Ginny's Purple Chicken Pox
Ginny woke up on Saturday feeling much better; she looked in her mirror and to her surprise the rash was gone. She had gotten over the purple chicken pox. This was great news for Ginny, but she was still bored and it being Saturday she didn't have to work. You see, the ministry believed that no one screwed up with any magic on the weekend. Actually the recovery teams switched off their weekends, and it just happened to be Seamus' squads weekend. Around ten o'clock Ginny strolled out in to the kitchen, where she was meet by Oliver cooking breakfast.
"Morning Gin," Oliver said, "you look better, are you feeling better?"
"Yes, Oliver, no thanks to you." She snapped.
"I made your breakfast."
"If you think you can butter me up and then go to work you got another thing coming Oliver Wood, I'm still mad at you." She grabbed a plate and sat next to him. The two of them sat in complete silence as they ate. Oliver excused himself and retrieved his quidditch supplies.
"I'll be back around four, I think." He said before heading through the fireplace. Ginny muttered to herself as she did the dishes. She was about to go into the living room when she heard her best friend outside her door.
"Parvati Patel, you have by far the loudest, earsplitting voice I have ever heard!" she shouted after she opened the door, "now get your arse in here before you disturb the peace."
By then both women were laughing hysterically. Ginny ushered Parvati into the apartment.
"You're looking better, than George described you," Parvati commented.
"What did George say?"
"Oh, you know, paler than Snape's arse."
"That git!"
"Who, George or Snape?" Ginny rolled her brown eyes at her best friend.
"So what's up Par?"
"Nothing much."
"Then why the hell can't you stop beaming?" she said glancing at her friend with a keen eye.
"Oh, no reason its just that I am going to be the first and only Mrs. George Weasley!" She held up here hand to show Ginny her rock and both women started screaming, and hugging.
"Finally, what took you two so bloody long?"
"You know George."
"Oh my god, Parvati I'm so happy for you! When did he propose?"
"At daybreak, it was so romantic!"
"George… romantic? Did you tell your parents and mine yet?" Ginny asked Parvati.
"Not yet, were taking them out to dinner tonight and telling them."
"So, you told me before you told your parents," Parvati nodded.
"Well Gin, you are my best friend and George told Fred, and I was wondering if you wanted to be my maid of honor?"
"I would love to Parvati!" Ginny squealed. The two of them went out for lunch on Ginny of course. Parvati told Ginny of her plans for the wedding.
"Par, you've only been engaged for less than a day!"
"I know but George and I have been together for a while now, it's only natural that I planned our wedding."
Later that day Ginny was responding to an owl from Colin when Oliver came home.
"Hey Ollie," she started, "how was practice."
"Fine, I didn't think you cared." He said sitting next to her on the couch.
"I'm sorry about that Oliver,"
"Hey I'm sorry too, I guess I wasn't helping any, sorry," Oliver says as he gets his puzzle out, and starts to work on it. "Hey Gin, what are you doing for supper tonight?"
"Nothing, why?" she asked eyeing her roommate suspiciously.
"Well, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner with me?" He nervously asked. There was something about asking Ginny out that made him nervous, even if they were roommates and had seen each other practically naked; well naked actually but it was by accident and her brothers were never to find out.
"I thought you had a date with old what's her face?" Ginny snarled baring her teeth.
"No I told her I didn't want to see her again. She wasn't the greatest company all she did was talk, talk, and talk about nothing! Anyways she was one of the new partners daughter and she wanted a date so I gave her one date, never intending to date her anymore. I don't like her in that way…hell I don't like her at all." Oliver babbled on only to be interrupted by Ginny.
"Oliver shut up, you're babbling. Sure, I'll go to dinner with you. One question, though, why?"
"Well, Ginny, you're over the pox and can join the living world," he said and rather quickly adding, "and I kind of like you a lot."
"Really, Oliver?" she asked, and he nodded, "good because I like you a lot too."
"Then its settled, dinner at seven. Oh anyways even if I wanted to go out with that other woman she somehow managed to come down with a severe case of the purple chicken pox."
"Oh no, I guess that means I accidentally gave them to her while she was here, I thought that the slut had already had them." She said flashing a cheeky grin at Oliver who was laughing at this.
Oliver told Ginny that he found a nice restaurant in muggle London that he wanted to try. The dress was casual, but well dressed. Ginny showered and dressed in a dress she bought while in France. It was a short, deep green dress with a low neckline and flowing sleeves. The color brought out her red hair and around her neck she wore a simple gold pendant of a dragon that Charlie had given her as a graduation present. She took Oliver's breath away when she joined him in the living room.
"Damn, Ginny! You look stunning," he said blushing.
"You look great too, Oliver," she said still blushing from his earlier comment. Oliver was dressed in black dress pants and a deep blue button down shirt. Which brought out his blue eyes. Oliver gave Ginny her coat and took her arm and they left for dinner.
Ginny and Oliver arrived at a small but comfortable Italian restaurant. The waiter led them to a corner booth in the back of the restaurant. Ginny and Oliver looked over the menus and waited for the waiter to return with the drinks.
"Gosh, Ollie it's wonderful," Ginny said sweetly to her roommate, "thanks I love it and its good to go out again."
"Glad you enjoy it Gin. If we date your brothers will allow you to stay at the apartment…right."
"They better," Ginny giggled. "Why are you scared of them?"
"You don't know what they threatened me with." He said and Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Do you by any chance know what muggles do with hot wax."
"Yes," Ginny said before laughing, "Why don't you know?"
"I know now, man that's practically a form of torture."
"You weren't in muggle studies were you, because in my class they had people volunteer to try it. It could be enjoyable if you happen to be a masochists or a house elf."
"House elves are masochists." Oliver said as the waiter came with their food. They chattered as they ate and then Oliver paid, and they walked home.
"Ginny, I had a wonderful time." He said and then he kissed after they walked into the apartment.
"So Oliver now that you are dating our Ginny, we can finally find out what all this waxing is about?" Fred Weasley told Oliver as he sat in the middle of the leaky cauldron. He noticed that the Weasleys were getting nearer. George pulled up the wax and set it on the table.
"Oh shit!" Oliver exclaimed.
The End