Ollie Loves Ginny
Oliver groaned at pounding on his door. Ginny kissed him on the forehead before rolling off of him to open the door. She buttoned up her blouse before she opened the door. Standing outside in the dim hallway was a woman with long blond, with the occasional blue streaks, hair examining the wallpaper carefully.
"LUNA," Ginny Shrieked.
"GINNY!" Luna responded in a much similar tone as Ginny pulled her into the flat, and hugged her tightly.
"Oliver, this is Luna Lovegood," Ginny said, "I don't know if you knew her, she was a Ravenclaw in my year."
"Hello, Oliver," Luna said softly, "I believe that Puddlemore is due for an appearance at the world cup soon, however the ministry may be trying to prevent this from happening."
"Nice to meet you, Luna."
"Ginny," Luna said turning back to Ginny, "I believe that you may have a colony of blue welsh fireflies living in your walls."
"Really Luna," Ginny said. Oliver caught her eyes and gave Ginny a puzzled look.
"Yes," she said.
"When did you get back from Japan?" Ginny asked.
"About a week ago," Luna replied vaguely. Luna had been traveling since she had graduated Hogwarts. She worked largely in the field of researching and training and the care of mysterious magical creatures.
"What were you studying?" Ginny asked curious to know what her roving friend had been up to.
"The relationships between thestrals and dragons."
"Oh," Ginny said.
"What have you been up to?"
"Not much, just work, and Oliver here." Ginny said patting Oliver's thigh.
"Well I just stopped by to see if you wanted to join me and Victor for supper tomorrow night."
"Victor?" Ginny asked slyly.
"Krum."
"Really," Ginny said; her interest perked, "for how long?"
"Almost a year and a half, we met while I was in Russia nearly two years ago."
"Congratulations. Now that you mention it there had been something in Witches Weekly about it," Ginny said.
"Krum is a good guy," Oliver said, he and the Bulgarian seeker had met on numerous occasions over the years. Both men were on good terms with the other.
"Thank you, Oliver," Luna said, "He speaks highly of you as well. So supper?"
"Of course."
"Alright," Luna said with a huge smile on her face, "Well sorry for interrupting, I am meeting Victor in twenty minutes."
"Bye hon," Ginny said embracing Luna.
"Bye darling." Luna blew Oliver a kiss as she walked out the door.
"Interesting," Oliver commented after Luna left.
"Oliver," Ginny warned, "Luna Lovegood is one of my dearest friends."
"I understand," Oliver said.
"She was often made fun of for her off the wall personality, and unique beliefs."
"So her and Victor," he said changing the subject quickly.
"I have not seen Luna look so happy since she dated Fred in our seventh year."
"Luna dated Fred," Oliver asked. He had never known this. After all Hermione and Fred had been together for a long time.
"Yeah, she was head over heels for him. Fred adored Luna too."
"Then what happened?"
"Luna wanted to travel, and in her line of work it was almost necessary, and Fred had already settled into the routine of working and living in Diagon Alley."
"That's it they broke up over that."
"No, Luna tried to keep it working, but she was always gone," Ginny explained, "and Fred got lonely, and Hermione was there."
"Hermione broke them up."
"Not really, it was over before Hermione made her move on Fred. And Luna went to Sweden to find her crumple-horned Snorkack with a broken heart. That I didn't think had healed, until I saw her today."
The next day Luna showed up on their doorstep once again, this time with Victor in tow. Luna and Ginny had spent the night talking via floo and decided that the best way to catch up was to spend the day together. Luna and Victor were staying with Luna's father outside of Ottery St. Catchpole.
"Come in," Oliver said ushering the couple in. Ginny was bustling in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Luna spied her and went in the kitchen to join her.
"Hello Wood," Victor said, his Bulgarian accent very noticeable.
"Krum," Oliver said, "how's the season going?"
"Fine, you?"
"Good."
In the kitchen Ginny and Luna were laughing about the discussion choice between the two men.
"Luna," Ginny said after she regained control, "can you believe that we both ended up with professional quidditch players."
"Yeah, who would have thought?" Luna said, "Me and you with quidditch players, not even Trewlaney could have predicted it"
That is providing Trewlaney could have made an accurate prediction to save her soul."
"Hey gentlemen," Luna called in that hazy voice of hers, "Ginny and I are going to have breakfast, and you two are welcome to join us, providing that you leave the quidditch discussions in the other room."
Grunting and grumbling both Oliver and Victor entered the kitchen where Luna was setting the table. Oliver kissed Ginny on the cheek and sat down. Victor sat down next to Luna and took her hand in his. He smiled at her and kissed her palm. Ginny placed the eggs on the table and sat down in the remaining seat. The four of them ate and talked about subjects other than quidditch. Ginny and Luna filled the boys in on what they had planned to do for the day.
About an hour later they went to Daigon Alley, then they decided to wander around their home. They flooed to Luna's house and from there walked into Ottery St. Catchpole. From there Ginny managed to convince Luna to have tea at the burrow.
"Ginny," Luna said, giving Ginny a warning smile, "I don't think that you mother would enjoy having me for tea."
"Luna, my mother won't mind."
"Ok," Luna said as wrapped her arm around Victor's waist. "What do you say, babe?"
"It will be fine with me," he said.
"Oliver?" Ginny asked taking her own boyfriend's hand.
"Sure, why not."
"Great," Ginny smiled. They walked to the burrow, and Ginny let them all in.
"MUM," she called.
"I'm upstairs Gin," Molly called down the stairs, "I'll be down stairs in a minute."
The four of them sat down at the table and waited for Molly to come down stairs. Molly and Hermione had been cleaning out the attic of the burrow when Ginny stopped by. So they finished up what they were doing and went down the stairs.
To be continued…
