Unexpected
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter: unfortunate, but true. J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. I just make up these stories. Now back to the story!
Chapter 4
The next day, Oliver woke up to Ginny standing over his bed shaking him awake. "Wake up, sleepyhead! We're going to be late, I want to be there early; I haven't seen my family all together in one place for three years since I graduated. I really want to get there as early as possible. Come on Oliver!"
"OK, I'm up, I'm up!" Oliver exclaimed sleepily.
Ten minutes later, they were both ready and about to apparate to the Burrow. When they arrived, only Molly and Arthur were there to greet them. "Oh Ginny, how good it is to see you. And Oliver! It has been so long since I've seen you." She pulled them both into a tight embrace.
"Yeah Mum, I ran into him the other day while he was,... Well I - um - ran into him." Ginny said cautiously, not wanting to tell her mother and father that she ran into him while he was unbelievably drunk.
"Well, it's lovely to see you, Oliver dear," said Mrs. Weasley benignly. She then left into the kitchen where she continued to make the Christmas Eve dinner.
"Yes it's wonderful to see you both. The others should be here shortly, and they'd love to see you."
"Dad, who else is coming?"
"Well, all your brothers and their wives, and Harry, of course." Ginny blushed a deep shade of crimson. She still remembered when she and Harry used to date. They hadn't seen each other since they broke up. The only reason they broke up was because Harry was going to be busy with his job as an auror.
Oliver noticed this look on her face and felt a pang of jealously. 'This has got to stop. You and Ginny are just friends,' he scolded himself for the umpteenth time. Even so, he couldn't wait to see his old friend Harry. The last time he saw him was eight years ago, at the Quidditch World Cup. As a matter of fact, he hadn't seen any of his friends since that day. He had only heard from them through owl, and even then he only received a couple letters once in a blue moon.
Just then, three people apparated with a pop into the living room. Ginny squealed with delight. Fred, George, and Hermione stood there grinning from ear to ear. They all pulled Ginny into an embrace and then they saw Oliver.
"Oliver old mate!" exclaimed Fred.
"Smashing to see you!" exclaimed George.
"Oh, what a delight!"
Even though Fred and George were 23, they still had their since of humor. "Oliver, it is really good to see you," Hermione said politely.
There was another pop, and Ron, his wife Sue Ellen, and Charlie had just apparated. Oliver was introduced to Sue Ellen, and then yet again there were a couple of pops and Percy, Bill, and his wife Fleur appeared. Everyone was talking animatedly, reliving the past years and old times at Hogwarts, but there was still someone missing. There was one last pop and Harry appeared.
A/N: Bum, bum, bum! Ginny's ex has just arrived. Oh, no what could happen and how will Oliver feel. I'm updated this the same night! Wow, I'm on a roll aren't you proud of me?
('till next time, Bebe)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter: unfortunate, but true. J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. I just make up these stories. Now back to the story!
Chapter 4
The next day, Oliver woke up to Ginny standing over his bed shaking him awake. "Wake up, sleepyhead! We're going to be late, I want to be there early; I haven't seen my family all together in one place for three years since I graduated. I really want to get there as early as possible. Come on Oliver!"
"OK, I'm up, I'm up!" Oliver exclaimed sleepily.
Ten minutes later, they were both ready and about to apparate to the Burrow. When they arrived, only Molly and Arthur were there to greet them. "Oh Ginny, how good it is to see you. And Oliver! It has been so long since I've seen you." She pulled them both into a tight embrace.
"Yeah Mum, I ran into him the other day while he was,... Well I - um - ran into him." Ginny said cautiously, not wanting to tell her mother and father that she ran into him while he was unbelievably drunk.
"Well, it's lovely to see you, Oliver dear," said Mrs. Weasley benignly. She then left into the kitchen where she continued to make the Christmas Eve dinner.
"Yes it's wonderful to see you both. The others should be here shortly, and they'd love to see you."
"Dad, who else is coming?"
"Well, all your brothers and their wives, and Harry, of course." Ginny blushed a deep shade of crimson. She still remembered when she and Harry used to date. They hadn't seen each other since they broke up. The only reason they broke up was because Harry was going to be busy with his job as an auror.
Oliver noticed this look on her face and felt a pang of jealously. 'This has got to stop. You and Ginny are just friends,' he scolded himself for the umpteenth time. Even so, he couldn't wait to see his old friend Harry. The last time he saw him was eight years ago, at the Quidditch World Cup. As a matter of fact, he hadn't seen any of his friends since that day. He had only heard from them through owl, and even then he only received a couple letters once in a blue moon.
Just then, three people apparated with a pop into the living room. Ginny squealed with delight. Fred, George, and Hermione stood there grinning from ear to ear. They all pulled Ginny into an embrace and then they saw Oliver.
"Oliver old mate!" exclaimed Fred.
"Smashing to see you!" exclaimed George.
"Oh, what a delight!"
Even though Fred and George were 23, they still had their since of humor. "Oliver, it is really good to see you," Hermione said politely.
There was another pop, and Ron, his wife Sue Ellen, and Charlie had just apparated. Oliver was introduced to Sue Ellen, and then yet again there were a couple of pops and Percy, Bill, and his wife Fleur appeared. Everyone was talking animatedly, reliving the past years and old times at Hogwarts, but there was still someone missing. There was one last pop and Harry appeared.
A/N: Bum, bum, bum! Ginny's ex has just arrived. Oh, no what could happen and how will Oliver feel. I'm updated this the same night! Wow, I'm on a roll aren't you proud of me?
('till next time, Bebe)