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A/N: Bad pun alert. Cookie and points to your house of all those who find it!
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Oliver's Luck
Quidditch, and More Quidditch in Diagon Alley"Oliver, just be glad that your first Weasley family dinner, as my boyfriend and not my roommate, is a small one," Ginny Weasley said as she sat next on the windowsill with her boyfriend watching the sunrise. They both had the day off and were going to spend every minute together. Ginny had her work cut out for her in convincing Oliver that the dinner would be harmless. Thanks to the twins and their horror stories. Oliver was still worried.
"What do you mean a small one?" he asked his girlfriend suspiciously.
"You know, not like Christmas, Easter, or birthdays. The big ones," she explained
"What's the difference?" he asked not really sure if he wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer.
"That's when Weasleys come out of the woodwork." She said in a matter-of-fact tone as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Don't worry love, mum already loves you."
"Good to know."
"And my brothers promised that they would not bring any hot wax."
"Thank god, you wouldn't believe how much teasing I got for that one."
"Poor baby," she joked pinching his cheek.
After they had showered and eaten they made their way to Diagon Alley by floo, seeing as Oliver couldn't apparate. They arrived at The Leaky Cauldron and quickly made their way to the quidditch store so that Oliver could be mobbed as he replaced some of his equipment. Ginny watched with a proud smile as Oliver sign autographs. As she was looking at beater clubs, she heard two twelve-year-old girls talking about how cute Oliver was. Ginny smiled at the two girls remembering the crushes she had had as a little girl, and the one she had on Oliver, now and then. Oliver was trying to escape and tried to catch Ginny's eye as she looked for gifts for her brothers. Oliver managed to get her attention and nod towards the door. She got the message and bought Ron and the twins their Christmas gifts.
"You want to leave your adoring fans," she kidded as she met him by the door.
"There is only one adoring fan that I want to spend time with," he said as he took her hand.
"Should I be jealous? Do I know her?" Ginny asked with a deadpan expression on her face.
"I was talking about you."
"But you said fan… the last time I checked I wasn't a Puddlemore fan," she said a small grin tugging at her lips.
"You snot, but I guess I'll have to shower my attentions on Miranda," he said as seriously as Ginny had been.
"You wouldn't."
"And why not."
"Because I'll kill you," she said smugly, "then all my brothers would kill you, then Seamus and Dean would, and then..."
"Excuse me Mr. Wood," a photographer stopped the couple, "may I take a picture of you and Miss Weasley?"
Oliver looked at Ginny and she nodded and asked if she looked all right. He draped his arm around her shoulders and she leaned her head on his shoulder. This wasn't the first time they had been stopped, nor would it be the last.
"You look fabulous as normal, Gin." He said as he checked her out, "you may take a picture if you want." The photographer took the picture. "May we have a copy of that?"
"Of course Mr. Wood."
Ginny and Oliver continued on their trip down Diagon Alley, stopping every so often to go in to stores. And they would be stopped by one of Oliver's fans, he had been on the cover of Witch Weekly once or twice. And according to Witch Weekly he was the hottest keeper out there; Ginny had to agree. The two lovebirds walked to a small café and spotted Penelope and Ron; they were invited to join them. Oliver pulled up two chairs and they sat down.
"We haven't ordered yet," Penny said as she handed Ginny her menu.
"What are you to doing here?" Ginny asked, "Don't you have work."
"Nope, we took the day off, and what about you, sis?" Ron replied.
"Took it off."
"Ginny now that you're here you can help me convince Ron that no matter how much easier eloping would be, Molly would kill us!" Penny said laughing.
"Merlin, Ron how could you even think that? Oliver smack him," she said and Oliver complied.
"What's that for anyways?" Ron protested then with a glint in his brown eyes he continued, "God, Oliver only two months and she's already got you whipped."
"She does not," Oliver protested; just then the waiter came and took their orders.
"So, Penny how are the wedding plans coming," Ginny asked after the waiter left.
"Good, except for the little fact that Ron is worthless," Penelope replied.
"That's not what you said last night, darling."
"I meant in planning the wedding, dear." Ginny and Oliver shared a look as they watched the two bicker.
"Well good, I wouldn't want to think that all my skill goes to waste," Ron smirked
"I definitely didn't need to hear that," Ginny grimaced. Penny filled Ginny in on the wedding plans and how Molly was going to be swamped helping plan three weddings. Penny showed Ginny her plans and slyly asked about her and Oliver.
"Penelope Clearwater, Oliver and I have only been together for two months we haven't really discussed marriage yet," she blushed and hid her face in her hands, "any way haven't you got enough on your hands to play matchmaker for me and Oliver."
The two women talked while Ron and Oliver discussed Chudley's chances for the season.
"Ron, I'm telling you even if the Cannons win the rest of the games this season, they may not even make it to the post season."
"Well then who is going to win the cup?" Ron asked.
"Ireland, it's probably going to come down to Ireland and Melbourne."
"What not Puddlemore?"
"No, Puddlemore doesn't stand a chance if they make it that far, Ireland is by far the best team these days." He said as Ginny gave him a smug glance, after all she did support Ireland even if she was dating Puddlemore's keeper. "Really is a pitty though, we had a bad first half of the season, with our seeker getting an eye injury and all."
"Excuses, excuses, excuses," Ron taunted.
"At least Puddlemore had a chance unlike the Cannons who you seem to have given your undying loyalty to," Oliver shot back at the redhead. Penelope wanted to show Ginny the dresses for her wedding and the two women left their men to discuss quidditch for a while. Penelope being a muggle born witch had decided with Ron's blessing and much to Arthur's delight, have a traditional muggle wedding, however they did decide to include the wizarding traditions. That had delighted Molly; after all, the only wedding that she didn't get to help plan was Percy's wedding. Percy had eloped with his wife Stacy. That had hurt Molly and it took until Percy and Stacy had their first child for Molly to warm up to Stacy, and Molly still didn't trust the muggle things that Stacy used andS swore by, being a muggle after all she was a little wary of all the magic.
So after Ginny was shown the dresses, the two women made their way back to the café that had been at only to be met with a mob of people surrounding their table. Ron and Oliver had been joined by some of their former classmates in their discussion, however most of the people where there to see if they could get a glimpse of Oliver.
"I'm never taking you out in public again," Ginny said after she finally got Oliver away from the crowds. Ginny did not enjoy these mobs any more than Oliver, but she was disliked just because of her relationship with Oliver. There been rumors floating about their living situation since before they had began a relationship. But all in all Ginny knew that this came with Oliver and she didn't want to give Oliver up not when he had been tormented at her brothers hands even before they had started dating. Ginny had plans to keep Oliver for a long time; after all he was a keeper.