Title: Oliver's Luck
Author: Snowdrop
Pairing: Ginny/Oliver
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that comes from the Harry Potter world. I made no money off this.
A/N: This is a sequel to Ginny's Purple Chicken Pox. You do not have to read that one to understand this story, but I would recommend it.
Oliver's Luck
**Food Fights and Dinner Invitations**
About two months after Ginny started dating Oliver her mother told her that she was to bring him home for Sunday dinner. After all, all the Weasleys came home for Sunday dinner now that they were all adults and had or would have families of their own. Now all Ginny had to do was convince Oliver that a family dinner would be harmless and that this would show her family that they were serious about each other.
"Oliver," she asked as the door opened, "is that you?"
"No, Ginny it's not me, who else just enters our apartment?" he sarcastically replied before kissed her.
"Well, let me see," she said scratching her head. "Mum, Dad, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, they girlfriends and wives, Seamus, and Dean, my whole family and a good share of my friends. How was lunch with Percy?"
"Remind me never to go anywhere alone with one of your brothers," Oliver said as he grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen.
"What did Percy threaten you again, and I thought that Percy didn't scare you, but I guess that even big bad quidditch players have fears, but who would have thought that Percy was yours."
"How can Percy Weasley cause anyone fear?" he laughed heartily at the thought, "I did share a room with him for seven years I don't think he could do any thing to scare me now."
"You and Percy," she smiled, "speaking of my family, how would you like to go to dinner at the burrow on Sunday."
"Do I have to Gin," he asked pleading with her.
"If you don't then the Weasleys will come here and bring the burrow to us."
"You're joking," he asked, "right?"
"How long have you known a Weasley, family is very important to my mother, don't worry Ollie it'll be ok," she said as she walked back to over to the table where she had been doing some paper work. "When is your next game, love?"
"Two weeks in Spain, you are coming right?"
"Damn straight, I wouldn't miss it, last time I did that Miranda, tried to seduce you," she snarled.
"Don't be jealous, love," he joked with her.
"Don't make me hurt you, that would embarrass you at practice tomorrow. And I'm not jealous it's just that, that woman needs to be taught a lesson." Ginny stuck her tongue out at her boyfriend when she heard him mutter under his breath, she then went back to work. They sat there working in a comfortable silence; talking to each other every so often. Around five they went in the kitchen together to cook dinner, which was always an experience.
Ginny and Oliver used to take turns cooking and cleaning, but since they started dating they had been doing the work together. The kitchen was always more of a mess when they finished cooking than the day before. You would think that they could cook without making a mess, but they combined the sensual art of cooking with the their wicked senses of humor.
"What's for supper tonight hon," Oliver asked Ginny who was standing in front of the sink.
"Steak and potatoes, would you please peel the potatoes love?" she asked him before tossing him the potatoes. "Good reflexes."
Ginny got out the spices from the cabinet and placed the steaks on a cutting board. "Do you want your steak spicy?"
"You know I like it spicy, Ginny." He came up behind her and placed his wet hands on he neck.
"Shit! Oliver your hands are cold," she gasped before turning around and tickling him. He grabbed her, she locked her legs around his waist and he carried her over to the counter; set her down and proceeded to wipe his hands on her shirt. "Oh you'll pay for that Wood." She reached behind her into the flour canister and tossed a handful of flour at him.
"Whatever you say Miss Weasley," he said as he dumped the half of the canister on her head. Then he ran; Ginny chased after him with a pitcher of water and when she caught up with him she dumped it down the front of his pants. Just as he was about to tackle her she apprated out of the way, "that's cheating!"
"Oh really Mr. Wood, I don't see how?" he heard her voice coming from the kitchen. He slipped back into the kitchen when she was looking in the fridge and snuck behind her so that he could repay her for the water dumped down his pants. Just as he was going to spray her with the faucet, two redheads entered the kitchen.
"Ooh a food fight, can we join in?" George Weasley asked looking from his sister to her boyfriend who where in a compromising spot with. Oliver had Ginny trapped in the corner of the counter and was about to spray water down her shirt.
"Fred, George what the hell are you doing here?" she shouted.
"Just thought we would stop by and invite ourselves to dinner." Fred answered nonchalantly.
"Bloody hell, do we have to replace the locks with something they can't pick?" an exasperated Oliver asked Ginny.
"Find a lock that's can't be picked and the two of them will pick it," Ginny said frowning at her brothers, "if your staying you can cook. Oh and clean up this mess."
Before he brothers could respond she fixed them with a glare and grabbed Oliver's hand.
"By the way Ollie, welcome to the family," Fred shouted as the two left the messy kitchen.
"What?"
"Mum said she invited you for dinner, and that means that come Christmas you will receive a Weasley sweater, then you will be family," George explained as he started to fry the potatoes.
"Say don't both of your fiancées miss you while you're here with me and Ollie?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah right, miss us." Fred snickered, "you know Herm and Parvati."
Dinner came and went and the twins were still hanging around. Neither Ginny nor Oliver minded because Ginny and the twins were unbelievably close. But the twins kept bringing up horror stories about Weasley family dinners and by the time Ginny and Oliver were getting ready for bed Oliver was one worried quidditch player.
To be continued…