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Chapter 2 -Fergus, Angie and Perry-boy
Oliver gaped at Ginny ad Draco. "You mean to tell me Draco Malfoy and Ginny got married?" Hermione nodded. "They've got 2 children. Quite darling, really."
"So where are they?" Oliver asked. "Oh probably playing outside." Hermione replied. Just then Ginny walked up to them. "Oliver!" she squealed as she hugged him tight. "Hello Hermione!" she gave Hermione another one of her tight hugs. When she let go, Hermione was gasping for breath. "Oliver, my good man!" Oliver turned around to face a cheery Draco Malfoy. "How are you?" Draco took his hand and shook it vigorously. Oliver looked so confused. "Glad you could come! Hermione said that you would be in your parents' house. How are you? I haven't seen you since Angerona was born." Draco said. Hermione came up to them. "Draco, where is Angerona?"
"I don't know. Maybe she's outside playing with Ferguson and Perry. You know how children are. Can't sit it one place!" Draco seemed extremely happy, Oliver noted. "Oh? Perry is here? I thought Harry didn't want Perry to come to the party."
"Well Lavender insisted that Perry see Ferguson and Angerona. He was getting very lonely at home." Draco replied. Suddenly, a small little girl, about 5 came rushing into the room. "UNCLE OLLIE!" She screamed. "Angerona, please." Draco said in a fatherly tone. Oliver stared at the little girl bouncing up and down begging to be lifted up in the air by his strong arms.
"Well, uncle Ollie, aren't you going to pick me up?" she pouted. Oliver bent down and swept the girl off her feet. Literally. "Hi," Oliver said. The little girl looked like an angel. She had Draco's silvery blonde hair that hung down to her waist and his cold gray eyes. "How've you been, uncle Ollie?" she asked as she clung on to him. "Fine." He said.
Hermione stepped in. "Hello, Angerona. Where's your brother?" Angerona still hung on to Oliver. "Ferguson is with Perry. How are you aunt Hermione?"
"Fine, thank you, Angerona."
Ginny took Angerona from Oliver. "Let's go greet the other guests, darling." Ginny said. Angerona reluctantly followed her mother but after she gave her dear uncle Ollie a kiss on the cheek.
Oliver gave Hermione a questioning look. "That's Angerona. She's 5 or so. I forgot to tell you, you're her godfather." Hermione explained. "But that's the Malfoy's kid. Why am I the godfather of Malfoy's kid?" Oliver asked. "That's because you did a great deal for Ginny and Draco. You save Angerona from falling off a broom."
"I did?" Oliver asked, astounded. He smiled brightly. "I'm a hero!" Hermione giggled and led him to where the garden. Oliver saw two boys dueling. One had sleek red hair and the other had messy jet-black hair. "FERGUSON! PERRY!" Hermione called. "Come greet your uncle Oliver and Aunt Hermione!" the two boys raced to them. "Hello, Uncle Ollie!" the one with the red hair said. "Uncle Oliver. Aunt Hermione," the boy with black hair said formally. "Hello Ferguson. Wonderful night, Perry. Are you two at it again?" Hermione asked. The redhead nodded. "Yup! And I was about to whip Perry's butt!"
"Was not, Ferguson! Lying is wrong and you know that. Aunt Hermione," Perry turned to Hermione with a look of disgust. "Isn't it wrong to lie? Tell Ferguson, here, tell him." Hermione smiled. "Er-Perry's right, you know. Lying isn't good."
Ferguson shrugged and threw his toy wand on the ground. "Ferguson! Pick that up! What will your mother say?" Perry shrieked. Ferguson smirked. "I don't know. what do you think she'll say?" he began to walk towards the manor with Perry in tow.
Oliver gave Hermione another one of his I'm-so-confused looks. "Perry is Harry and Lavender's son. Ferguson belongs to Draco and Ginny." Hermione said nonchalantly.
"How old are they?" Oliver asked. "They're the same age. Probably around 8 or so. How they love to duel!" Hermione gushed. "Eight? Only? That Perry boy acted like he was-PERCY!"
Hermione snorted. "Oh you *should* see Percy's daughter. She's so. . . Percy! And yes, Perry is quite the obsessive compulsive one. He wants everything in order."
"And I'm guessing Ferguson is the exact opposite of Perry?" Oliver said. "I'm guessing you're right."
"Are they rivals? Like their fathers?" He asked. Hermione shook her head. "No. Well, yes, in some ways. Actually, Perry and Ferguson are very good friends. Best friends, even!"
Oliver was shocked. "BEST FRIENDS? No way!"
"Oliver, come off it!" Hermione chuckled. "But they *are* in some ways like their fathers. I mean Perry and Ferguson love to challenge each other in everything. Eating, dueling, racing, ANYTHING at all."
Oliver scratched his head and laughed. "Wow. Can I tell them this when I go back to the past?" A dark look crossed Hermione's face. "Mr. Wood! How can you think that?" she shrieked.
"Wha--?"
"You *know* you can't tell them! It'll change the future!" Hermione slapped her forehead.
"It will?" Oliver asked stupidly. He instantly felt like an idiot.
"Oh no, it won't," Hermione said sarcastically. "You know it will! And what we have now is so wonderful! Everyone is good friends now! Draco, Harry, everyone! And think of the children! THE CHILDREN, OLIVER!" the screamed.
Oliver just stared at her, dumbfounded. "Right. . ." he said slowly. "Is this a side effect from your medicine?"
"ARGGGHHHH!" Hermione gave exasperated moan and stomped into the mansion.
Oliver raised an eyebrow and shoved his hands into his pockets. "How do I manage to live with *her* in the future?" he shook his head and went after Hermione.
***
"Oliver, old friend!" Oliver spun around and came face to face with Percy. "Percy?"
"How are you old buddy? Pal o' mine! Chum!" Percy shook Oliver's hand with much enthusiasm, it hurt.
"Erm-fine, thanks. And yourself?" Oliver asked, rubbing his hand.
"Great! I'm absolutely great!" Percy beamed. "Oh. . . that's . . . great." Oliver said.
Percy was never this perky before. Suddenly, Oliver remembered Hermione saying something about Percy's daughter. He decided to talk about that so he wouldn't appear stupid.
"So, Percy, how is the Mrs.?" Oliver started. Percy's smile widened. Oliver wondered if it hurt to smile like that. "Wonderful! Simply perfect!" Percy gushed.
"And your daughter? Is she good?"
"Oh yes! Yes, she is, thank you for asking! In fact, Penelope and I are expecting another. Somewhere in June, I think." So *that's* why Percy was so happy! He was going to be a father! Again!
"Wow! Congratulations, Percy!" Oliver gave him a manly pat on the back. Percy's smile widened even more that the corners of his lips touched his ear. "For how long?"
"It's been 3 months now. Penelope and I are really very excited. We're thinking of naming her Poliannalapatus or Poli for short! After Penny's great grandmother."
"Interesting name," Oliver lied. It was a good thing he was a great liar. In fact, he thought the name was a crime! "So you want a girl then, Percy?"
"Yes. Another girl would be absolutely *marvelous!* just splendid!" Percy squealed. "Well, nice chatting with you, Oliver, but I must be off! Penelope is waiting for me by the dinner table. I'll see you in the dining room, then!" Percy gave his hand another attack and skipped (Literally) off.
"Had a nice chat with Percy, have you?" Oliver turned to look at Ron Weasely. "Ron old boy! Good to see you!"
"Ron! Hey! I haven't seen you in ages!" Oliver gave Ron a great big MANLY hug. "Forgive Percy. He's so excited." Ron said. Oliver laughed. "I noticed."
Ron laughed too. "So how's the wife?" Ron asked. Oliver stiffened. He didn't know. How *was* Hermione? "Good," he stammered. Ron nodded. "That's swell. How is she? Is she okay now?"
"I guess so. She's fine." Oliver replied, confused yet again. "Good to hear. We wouldn't want her to faint again, would we?" Ron said, concerned. "She fainted?" Oliver asked weakly as the color drained from his face.
Why are you worried? You don't even know the girl! Oliver thought to himself. But still, he couldn't help feeling somewhat responsible for this. "Good show. You know, it's always forgive and forget. Good thing of you to forget but have you forgiven her yet?"
"Forgiven who, Ron?" Oliver asked eagerly. "Why Dr. Poophlah! She gave Hermione the wrong medicine and the wrong dosage. What a show you put on! You made a scene and the whole hospital was watching you." Ron let out a little chuckle and went off to talk with Harry.
Oliver looked around. Where in the world was Hermione? He saw a head of bushy brown hair by the entrance of the dining room. He rushed to her side.
"Hermione! How come you never told me?" Oliver snapped. Hermione stared coldly at him. Oh, how her moods do change.
"Told you what?" She asked. "That you fainted!" Oliver replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh that was weeks ago! Besides, I thought you knew?"
"I'm not 29-year-old Oliver, remember? I don't know *anything*!" he said. She smirked. "Well *that's* for sure. . . "
"Seriously, Hermione." Oliver said now more gently. He looked into her eyes with pure sincerity. "I don't want to lose you."
Hermione was taken aback. "Lose me? You don't even know me!" Oliver was quite startled at this. "Technically, you *are* my wife and all. . . "
"I know, but you're seventeen and well-I'm not."
"So? I don't see the point here, Herm."
"Neither do I." She said. She smiled up at him and touched his cheek lightly and gazed into his soft, warm eyes. Oliver grasped her hands in his own and pulled her up to him.
"It doesn't matter-You're still my Oliver," Hermione breathed.
Oliver kissed her, and she returned the kiss. It was very light and soft. . . just a simple kiss. Too bad it had to end quickly.
"Oi, Lovebirds!" It was Pansy Parkinson. "Draco says it's time for dinner." She stalked off, smirking.
Hermione looked flushed. Oliver cleared his throat. "Um. . . well, that was. . ."
"Embarrassing?" Hermione offered. Oliver shrugged. He hated Pansy at that very moment. Just when it was going great!
Chapter 2 -Fergus, Angie and Perry-boy
Oliver gaped at Ginny ad Draco. "You mean to tell me Draco Malfoy and Ginny got married?" Hermione nodded. "They've got 2 children. Quite darling, really."
"So where are they?" Oliver asked. "Oh probably playing outside." Hermione replied. Just then Ginny walked up to them. "Oliver!" she squealed as she hugged him tight. "Hello Hermione!" she gave Hermione another one of her tight hugs. When she let go, Hermione was gasping for breath. "Oliver, my good man!" Oliver turned around to face a cheery Draco Malfoy. "How are you?" Draco took his hand and shook it vigorously. Oliver looked so confused. "Glad you could come! Hermione said that you would be in your parents' house. How are you? I haven't seen you since Angerona was born." Draco said. Hermione came up to them. "Draco, where is Angerona?"
"I don't know. Maybe she's outside playing with Ferguson and Perry. You know how children are. Can't sit it one place!" Draco seemed extremely happy, Oliver noted. "Oh? Perry is here? I thought Harry didn't want Perry to come to the party."
"Well Lavender insisted that Perry see Ferguson and Angerona. He was getting very lonely at home." Draco replied. Suddenly, a small little girl, about 5 came rushing into the room. "UNCLE OLLIE!" She screamed. "Angerona, please." Draco said in a fatherly tone. Oliver stared at the little girl bouncing up and down begging to be lifted up in the air by his strong arms.
"Well, uncle Ollie, aren't you going to pick me up?" she pouted. Oliver bent down and swept the girl off her feet. Literally. "Hi," Oliver said. The little girl looked like an angel. She had Draco's silvery blonde hair that hung down to her waist and his cold gray eyes. "How've you been, uncle Ollie?" she asked as she clung on to him. "Fine." He said.
Hermione stepped in. "Hello, Angerona. Where's your brother?" Angerona still hung on to Oliver. "Ferguson is with Perry. How are you aunt Hermione?"
"Fine, thank you, Angerona."
Ginny took Angerona from Oliver. "Let's go greet the other guests, darling." Ginny said. Angerona reluctantly followed her mother but after she gave her dear uncle Ollie a kiss on the cheek.
Oliver gave Hermione a questioning look. "That's Angerona. She's 5 or so. I forgot to tell you, you're her godfather." Hermione explained. "But that's the Malfoy's kid. Why am I the godfather of Malfoy's kid?" Oliver asked. "That's because you did a great deal for Ginny and Draco. You save Angerona from falling off a broom."
"I did?" Oliver asked, astounded. He smiled brightly. "I'm a hero!" Hermione giggled and led him to where the garden. Oliver saw two boys dueling. One had sleek red hair and the other had messy jet-black hair. "FERGUSON! PERRY!" Hermione called. "Come greet your uncle Oliver and Aunt Hermione!" the two boys raced to them. "Hello, Uncle Ollie!" the one with the red hair said. "Uncle Oliver. Aunt Hermione," the boy with black hair said formally. "Hello Ferguson. Wonderful night, Perry. Are you two at it again?" Hermione asked. The redhead nodded. "Yup! And I was about to whip Perry's butt!"
"Was not, Ferguson! Lying is wrong and you know that. Aunt Hermione," Perry turned to Hermione with a look of disgust. "Isn't it wrong to lie? Tell Ferguson, here, tell him." Hermione smiled. "Er-Perry's right, you know. Lying isn't good."
Ferguson shrugged and threw his toy wand on the ground. "Ferguson! Pick that up! What will your mother say?" Perry shrieked. Ferguson smirked. "I don't know. what do you think she'll say?" he began to walk towards the manor with Perry in tow.
Oliver gave Hermione another one of his I'm-so-confused looks. "Perry is Harry and Lavender's son. Ferguson belongs to Draco and Ginny." Hermione said nonchalantly.
"How old are they?" Oliver asked. "They're the same age. Probably around 8 or so. How they love to duel!" Hermione gushed. "Eight? Only? That Perry boy acted like he was-PERCY!"
Hermione snorted. "Oh you *should* see Percy's daughter. She's so. . . Percy! And yes, Perry is quite the obsessive compulsive one. He wants everything in order."
"And I'm guessing Ferguson is the exact opposite of Perry?" Oliver said. "I'm guessing you're right."
"Are they rivals? Like their fathers?" He asked. Hermione shook her head. "No. Well, yes, in some ways. Actually, Perry and Ferguson are very good friends. Best friends, even!"
Oliver was shocked. "BEST FRIENDS? No way!"
"Oliver, come off it!" Hermione chuckled. "But they *are* in some ways like their fathers. I mean Perry and Ferguson love to challenge each other in everything. Eating, dueling, racing, ANYTHING at all."
Oliver scratched his head and laughed. "Wow. Can I tell them this when I go back to the past?" A dark look crossed Hermione's face. "Mr. Wood! How can you think that?" she shrieked.
"Wha--?"
"You *know* you can't tell them! It'll change the future!" Hermione slapped her forehead.
"It will?" Oliver asked stupidly. He instantly felt like an idiot.
"Oh no, it won't," Hermione said sarcastically. "You know it will! And what we have now is so wonderful! Everyone is good friends now! Draco, Harry, everyone! And think of the children! THE CHILDREN, OLIVER!" the screamed.
Oliver just stared at her, dumbfounded. "Right. . ." he said slowly. "Is this a side effect from your medicine?"
"ARGGGHHHH!" Hermione gave exasperated moan and stomped into the mansion.
Oliver raised an eyebrow and shoved his hands into his pockets. "How do I manage to live with *her* in the future?" he shook his head and went after Hermione.
***
"Oliver, old friend!" Oliver spun around and came face to face with Percy. "Percy?"
"How are you old buddy? Pal o' mine! Chum!" Percy shook Oliver's hand with much enthusiasm, it hurt.
"Erm-fine, thanks. And yourself?" Oliver asked, rubbing his hand.
"Great! I'm absolutely great!" Percy beamed. "Oh. . . that's . . . great." Oliver said.
Percy was never this perky before. Suddenly, Oliver remembered Hermione saying something about Percy's daughter. He decided to talk about that so he wouldn't appear stupid.
"So, Percy, how is the Mrs.?" Oliver started. Percy's smile widened. Oliver wondered if it hurt to smile like that. "Wonderful! Simply perfect!" Percy gushed.
"And your daughter? Is she good?"
"Oh yes! Yes, she is, thank you for asking! In fact, Penelope and I are expecting another. Somewhere in June, I think." So *that's* why Percy was so happy! He was going to be a father! Again!
"Wow! Congratulations, Percy!" Oliver gave him a manly pat on the back. Percy's smile widened even more that the corners of his lips touched his ear. "For how long?"
"It's been 3 months now. Penelope and I are really very excited. We're thinking of naming her Poliannalapatus or Poli for short! After Penny's great grandmother."
"Interesting name," Oliver lied. It was a good thing he was a great liar. In fact, he thought the name was a crime! "So you want a girl then, Percy?"
"Yes. Another girl would be absolutely *marvelous!* just splendid!" Percy squealed. "Well, nice chatting with you, Oliver, but I must be off! Penelope is waiting for me by the dinner table. I'll see you in the dining room, then!" Percy gave his hand another attack and skipped (Literally) off.
"Had a nice chat with Percy, have you?" Oliver turned to look at Ron Weasely. "Ron old boy! Good to see you!"
"Ron! Hey! I haven't seen you in ages!" Oliver gave Ron a great big MANLY hug. "Forgive Percy. He's so excited." Ron said. Oliver laughed. "I noticed."
Ron laughed too. "So how's the wife?" Ron asked. Oliver stiffened. He didn't know. How *was* Hermione? "Good," he stammered. Ron nodded. "That's swell. How is she? Is she okay now?"
"I guess so. She's fine." Oliver replied, confused yet again. "Good to hear. We wouldn't want her to faint again, would we?" Ron said, concerned. "She fainted?" Oliver asked weakly as the color drained from his face.
Why are you worried? You don't even know the girl! Oliver thought to himself. But still, he couldn't help feeling somewhat responsible for this. "Good show. You know, it's always forgive and forget. Good thing of you to forget but have you forgiven her yet?"
"Forgiven who, Ron?" Oliver asked eagerly. "Why Dr. Poophlah! She gave Hermione the wrong medicine and the wrong dosage. What a show you put on! You made a scene and the whole hospital was watching you." Ron let out a little chuckle and went off to talk with Harry.
Oliver looked around. Where in the world was Hermione? He saw a head of bushy brown hair by the entrance of the dining room. He rushed to her side.
"Hermione! How come you never told me?" Oliver snapped. Hermione stared coldly at him. Oh, how her moods do change.
"Told you what?" She asked. "That you fainted!" Oliver replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh that was weeks ago! Besides, I thought you knew?"
"I'm not 29-year-old Oliver, remember? I don't know *anything*!" he said. She smirked. "Well *that's* for sure. . . "
"Seriously, Hermione." Oliver said now more gently. He looked into her eyes with pure sincerity. "I don't want to lose you."
Hermione was taken aback. "Lose me? You don't even know me!" Oliver was quite startled at this. "Technically, you *are* my wife and all. . . "
"I know, but you're seventeen and well-I'm not."
"So? I don't see the point here, Herm."
"Neither do I." She said. She smiled up at him and touched his cheek lightly and gazed into his soft, warm eyes. Oliver grasped her hands in his own and pulled her up to him.
"It doesn't matter-You're still my Oliver," Hermione breathed.
Oliver kissed her, and she returned the kiss. It was very light and soft. . . just a simple kiss. Too bad it had to end quickly.
"Oi, Lovebirds!" It was Pansy Parkinson. "Draco says it's time for dinner." She stalked off, smirking.
Hermione looked flushed. Oliver cleared his throat. "Um. . . well, that was. . ."
"Embarrassing?" Hermione offered. Oliver shrugged. He hated Pansy at that very moment. Just when it was going great!