Title: The Lucky One
Author: Sneezy Mouse
Rating: PG-13 due to implied naughtiness and frank talking about Oliver Jr.
Disclaimer: All recognized characters; places and references to events and the aforementioned belong to the wonderful mind of J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note: Thank you to my fourteen lovely reviewers. Honestly, I was a bit shocked seeing as how Ginny/Oliver ships aren't in the 'mainstream' on this site. Anyway, to explain the lack of update until now, my computer was hit by a virus (AGAIN!) and made Windows goes all wonky. It's fixed now, so here is chapter two.
Chapter Two
The Awkwardness of Male Accouterments
"What the hell are you doing?" Oliver said angrily to Ginny who was still standing in complete shock at the foot of her bed. "I was trying to sleep off whatever the hell your brothers gave me last night. And then you come in poking me and – Hey! I'm awfully naked, aren't I?"
Ginny simply continued her uncanny impression of a deer caught in headlights. Oliver scanned the ground and located his boxers which he then pulled back up onto his body.
"These are girl clothes," Oliver commented, lifting up a pair of jean trousers. "Hey, Ginny, did I get lucky last night? Who'd I shack up with?"
"Er…" Ginny responded. "Those are, er, my pants."
"Oh!" Oliver said, eyes widening. "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to shag in your bedroom. That must've given you quite a fright when you walked in here this morning. Where'd you sleep last night, then?"
"Er…" Ginny repeated. "Right next to you."
Oliver looked as if he was going to laugh, but as soon as he looked at Ginny's face, the smile left his lips.
"I think I'm going to be sick," he said.
Ginny's expression finally turned and now she looked a little irate.
"Now, I might not remember much of last night, but I don't think I could've possibly been bad enough in bed to make you sick."
"No. I think I'm going to really be sick," Oliver said, running past Ginny and into the bathroom. He was in there for a good ten minutes before he came back out, wet faced. He appeared to have washed his face and the mint playing on his breath indicated he had brushed his teeth as well.
"I used a toothbrush in there," he said. "Figured it was a Weasley toothbrush so it really wouldn't matter."
Ginny nodded.
"So, er…" Oliver began. "I think I'm going to go. I'd appreciate that you never tell your brother's about this because, well, I don't fancy dying anytime soon and – "
Oliver was cut off by knocking on the door and he and Ginny's eyes immediately went to it and saw Fred walk right in.
"Good morning, Ginny. Oliver. I just wanted to make sure you were all right. Percy was heaving up a storm all night but that's cause he had a lot of the Weasley Wrecking Whiskey. Just wanted to make sure you were all right. Say, mate," Fred added, finally taking a real notice to Oliver, "why are you in your boxers?"
Oliver quickly looked towards Ginny, whom Fred noticed was in barely nothing as well.
"Oh, shit," Fred, Ginny and Oliver all said at once.
Ginny turned beet red and placed her embarrassed face in her hands. Oliver, in turn, tried to make a run for it but Fred stopped him.
"I wouldn't go out there like this. Ron is right outside this room and he'll have your left one if he sees you saunter out of Ginny's room in your boxers."
"So," Oliver said, "you're not going to kill me?"
"Nope," Fred said. "But that's only because I'm never going to know what really happened last night. I think I am going to stay nice and naïve in thinking that the two of you just fell asleep in here to wear of the Whiskey affects."
"I like that idea," Oliver agreed.
"So then," Fred stated, "let's find your pants."
"I like that idea even better," Oliver said, turning around and searching the room.
Ginny finally looked up and almost immediately found Oliver's pants.
"There they are," she said, pointing.
Fred let out a small snort of laughter. Oliver's trousers were hanging from the fan on Ginny's ceiling.
"Wonder how those got up there?" Fred asked rhetorically, reaching up to grab the pants.
Ginny huffed.
"This would be highly less embarrassing if you would get out of my sodding room, Fred!" she said.
Fred shrugged, threw Oliver's pants to him and walked out. As soon as the door closed, Ginny and Oliver both heard Fred let out a loud whoop of laughter then yell, "George! You'll never guess what happened last night!"
Ginny started glaring daggers at the door and said, "I really am going to kill him." She turned to Oliver and saw him looking at her with some pink in his cheeks. Ginny huffed again and crossed her arms.
"Yes?" she said.
"Er…" Oliver replied. "I was just wondering if maybe I could have my t-shirt back…"
Ginny looked down and saw the words "Puddlemere" and said, "I suppose."
She was in the midst of pulling it off when Oliver said, "STOP!"
Ginny froze, shirt pulled up to her belly-button.
"You, er… not wearing any knickers…" Oliver was staring intently at the wall opposite Ginny.
Ginny felt her face grow red, pulled the shirt back down.
"Don't turn around until I say so," she ordered, pulling clothing out of her drawers. Thank God she had left some here when she moved out.
"Okay," Ginny said.
Oliver slowly turned around, afraid to look. As soon as he saw Ginny in a pair of denims and a sweater, he snatched the shirt from her.
"Well, thanks for last night, I guess," Oliver said, still not looking directly at Ginny.
"Yeah," Ginny replied. "You too. I don't remember much, but I'm sure you were smashing in the sack. I'm quite tired this morning."
"Same to you," Oliver said, then pushed past her and ran out the bedroom.
Ginny stood in her bedroom for a moment and heard a loud crash.
"Sorry, Mrs. Weasley," Oliver's voice said.
"Oh, it's all right, dear," Molly replied. "Are you going to stay for breakfast."
"No, er… I'm in a hurry," Oliver said.
A faint "pop" was heard which Ginny assumed was Oliver's Disapperating out of the Burrow. She took this as time to walk down the stairs. When she made it down to the kitchen, she felt she was propelled back into Hogwart's years. All her brothers were sitting around the table along with Harry and Hermione. Her dad was drinking coffee and reading the Daily Prophet and her mum was making mounds of food, shoving it all under Harry's face.
"Really, Mrs. Weasley," Harry insisted, "I'm fine. Thank you."
"Good morning!" Ginny chirped, hoping not to arouse any suspicion. The last thing she wanted was to have her mum and dad find out she had shagged a boy in her bedroom.
"Did we wake you?" Molly asked. "Oliver made quite a ruckus when he came down here."
"Shot out of this kitchen like a bat out of Hell," Charlie commented.
"Charlie!" Molly admonished.
Charlie laughed, "sorry, Mum."
"No," Ginny answered. "I was already up."
"Oliver might've woken her up," Ron offered. Immediately, Fred, George and Ginny's attention went to Ron.
"What?" Ginny said, cheeks flushing.
Ron looked confused and said, "well, he ran into Mum causing a tray of food to fall. Thought that might've woken her up!"
Ginny heaved a sigh of relief as Fred and George snickered quietly.
"I wonder why he stayed the night last night?" Percy wondered out loud.
Ginny once again got pink and Fred and George looked at her and before anyone could wonder anything else about Oliver's overnight stay, George said,
"He was sleeping off the alcohol he drank last night."
Ginny mouthed a thanks to George. Molly, in turn, huffed.
"Honestly. You kids today need to learn some self-control. What on Earth would've possessed him to drink so much last night he couldn't get home?"
"I don't know," Percy answered. "Maybe Fred and George do."
Fred and George's eyes narrowed to their older brother. Before Molly could start admonishing them, Ginny grabbed the last bit of breakfast toast she had and ran back upstairs. She had to make sure she cleaned up her room before anyone wondered why it was so messy and the sheets were dirty.
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It had been a week since Ginny and Oliver's sexual tryst. No one had found out about it and both intended for it to stay that way. Oliver especially. People go on about overprotective brothers and normally, Oliver wouldn't be afraid of family; but seeing as how there were six over-protective older brothers, one of which was Oliver's best friend, it was a different story.
"Oi! Wood!" one of Oliver's teammates yelled. "You need a break?"
Oliver shook his head.
"No," he responded, "I'm good. Keep 'em coming!"
He guessed he was zoning out a bit which wasn't good. It's not a good thing to do in general, but when you are fifty feet in the air with murderous balls flying towards him and all that is supporting him is a tiny piece of wood, concentration is a plus. His Puddlemere teammates commenced practice again and soon there were Quaffles coming from all directions, Oliver's distraction aided by the Bludgers trying to knock his balance off.
Oliver Wood had been playing Quidditch for Puddlemere United since right after his seventh, and last, year of Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had been recruited for the reserve team and was a back-up Keeper for nearly two years. After those two years, Oliver got his lucky break: the original Keeper had retired due to a shoulder injury and Oliver was chosen as replacement. He was now the full-time Keeper and loving every minute of it. Quidditch was his passion and now that he got to do it for a living. (A very nice living.) It was great!
The only downside that Oliver could find with the celebrity-ism he acquired would be the press. They weren't extreme and followed him everywhere, but they usually found away to take one thing he said and make a whole fabrication over it. Of course his fans ate it up, but still.
Oliver shuddered to think what the press would say if they found out about him and Ginny. Then another, more horrible, thought crept into his mind. It wouldn't surprise him. They were drunk, they didn't use any sort of contraceptive methods. What would happen if Ginny got pregnant? Several of Oliver's teammates had illegitimate children that sprung from one-night stands; what makes Oliver any different?
"Time out!" Brad Wright, a Chaser that was flying near Oliver at the time, called out. "We've got a bird on the field!"
It took a moment for Oliver to figure out that Brad was speaking of a woman and not an animal. Looking towards the bottom of the field, Oliver saw Ginny Weasley standing and talking animatedly with his coach, Stephen Root. Assuming she was here to see him, Oliver quickly flew down, ignoring his teammates hoots and inappropriate comments.
"Hello, Ginny," Oliver said when he made his way down to her.
Before Ginny could respond, Stephen admonished Oliver.
"How many times, Wood, have I explained that girlfriends and boyfriends are not allowed on the field?"
"Oh, no, Coach," Oliver quickly corrected him. "She's not – "
"Serious," Ginny interrupted. "We've only been seeing each other for a week or so."
"My point stands. Fifteen minute break!" Stephen called out.
Oliver turned to look at Ginny and asked, "What?"
"Well," Ginny explained, "I tried to just walk in, but your door men said that only family and other such people were allowed admittance. So I told them I was your girlfriend. I really needed to talk to you."
"Oh," Oliver responded. He knew the pregnancy thing was coming.
"First off, Oliver," Ginny said, "is that I got my period two days ago so I am not pregnant."
Oliver felt his body heavily relax.
"Oh, thank God!" he said.
"Second, we need to clear the air," Ginny said.
Oliver furrowed his brows. "I didn't know there was air to clear."
"Yes. Neither did I until Fred pointed out that every time someone innocently mentioned either you or the engagement party, I would turn a bit pink in the cheeks and get all flustered. If I was holding something, I would drop it. Lost three mugs in one meal sitting."
"Oh, well, all right," Oliver said, not looking directly at her.
"Plus, you know, you're acting all twitchy around me."
Oliver made an insulted noise. "I am not!"
"Yes you are. Look at me," Ginny ordered.
Oliver didn't move for a second. Slowly, he began raising his eyes. Feet, legs, knees, thighs… Oliver's eyes quickly skipped over the apex of Ginny's legs to her stomach, chest, shoulders, chest, neck, shoulders, chest, chest, chest and finally, her smirking face. She noticed his pattern; Oliver was blushing.
"So you checked me out," Ginny said. "It's nothing to be embarrassed by."
"Er… right," Oliver said.
Ginny huffed. "I told you it was uncomfortable. This is what needs to stop. We're going to be spending a lot of time together in the coming months and if we're all… weird around one another…"
"Then everyone will know what happened," Oliver said. "And we don't want that."
"No, we do not."
"And we have to be there for our friends."
"Precisely," Ginny agreed. "Hermione's already turned into a complete mental case. She's trying to decipher whether or not to have salmon or burnt pink for the bridal party. She practically murdered Ron when he asked what the difference was."
"Is there a difference?" Oliver asked.
Ginny shrugged. "Not that I could tell. Just looked like two shades of pink for all I could bloody tell."
Oliver laughed.
"And Percy!" Ginny exclaimed. "Have you seen him since last week?"
"Not exclusively. A bunch of us went out for some drinks the other night but no specific talk was communicated. Why?"
"Because he is almost as bad as Hermione," Ginny said. "Hermione is in charge of the color-scheme and the flowers and the outfits and all of that crap. Percy is in charge of making sure it's all where it needs to be when it needs to be there."
"And how is that a problem?" Oliver asked.
"Because Hermione isn't very decisive right now," Ginny explained. "Percy will call a flower shop and arrange to have roses ready for the center pieces. Then Hermione will decide to change the colors and she'll want some hydrangeas instead."
"What are hydrangeas?"
Ginny shrugged. "The hell if I know. It's like she is speaking a whole other language that only current and ex-brides understand. Cassandra, Fleur and Mum all know what Hermione is talking about when she rattles on about tiers and registries and such. Basically, I'm a horrid maid-of-honor.
"Anyways, Percy will make said reservations for food and flowers. But then Hermione will change her mind and Percy will have to go back and change everything. And he'd be right angry about it every time too. We've had to change companies at least six times already… SIX! And that's only a week into the wedding plans. I tried telling her to either stop having Percy make plans or stop changing her plans but she just huffed at me."
"I'm sorry."
"It's all right. I just wish that she would just stop for at least ten seconds and actually breathe. All she can think about is her wedding. I just want to hex her so bad! But no, I can't because I'm the sodding maid-of-honor and I'm supposed to be supportive."
"Ginny," Oliver said, "maybe you need to take a few seconds to breathe."
Ginny smiled.
"That's what I came here for. I figured sexual tension and awkward behavior is a hell of a lot better than snappy brides."
Oliver nodded.
"I can see where you would think that," he agreed, nodding like a psychologist.
Ginny was quiet for a moment before sighing in a content manner and saying, "it felt so unbelievably good to say all of that. I offer both my thanks and apologies for the ranting time."
"No problem," Oliver responded, smiling.
"So," Ginny said, "I have one more thing to say."
"And what's that?" Oliver asked, smirking. "Care for another romp in the sheets with yours truly?"
"Hardly," Ginny snorted. "Quite the opposite, actually. Just wanted to let you know that under no circumstances, including alcoholic beverages, will we ever have sex again."
Oliver cocked his eyebrow.
"I'm serious," Ginny said. "If we have to go through this conversation every time we have an impromptu shag, we're going to be awkward around each other for the whole wedding plans. And as Best Man and Maid of Honor, we're generally always going to be standing together, sitting together, etcetera."
"So no more sex, then," Oliver commented.
"Not from me, at least," Ginny added. "You're welcome to go dip into any girl you seem fit. You have a pick of them, seeing as how you are the luscious Oliver Wood, Most-Eligible bachelor as voted by Witch Weekly."
"What?" Oliver exclaimed.
"The issue just came out today," Ginny said. "I picked up one of the first copies."
"Oh, God," Oliver said, horrified yet amused. "The guys are going to have a field day with this."
"Read page ten," Ginny instructed. "Women voted, as you know, on who was the Wizarding World's most eligible bachelor and then they gave approval ratings on you and your various, er… parts."
"Parts?" Oliver asked.
"Just read it," Ginny said.
Oliver quickly flipped to page ten and read the (cheesy) headline and the following list.
Oliver Wood – Keeper of Our Hearts
With the bachelor choices in and the comments ranging, we at Witch Weekly compounded these statistics on which part of Oliver was the best. Starting with most popular attribute:
Eyes, brown with soft flecks of celery green: 37
Hair, brown, semi-wavy: 22
Lips, full and perfectly pink: 11
Personality, sweet and cheeky: 10
Body, full and muscular from hours of Quidditch: 7
Bum, round and, most likely, firm: 6
Occupation, Puddlemere United Keeper: 5
Miscellaneous physical features: 2
Agree with these results? Yes, no, maybe? Write in and tell us what YOUR favorite part of Oliver Wood is!
Oliver stood dumbstruck, looking at the magazine. Finally he asked, "what do they mean by, 'miscellaneous physical attributes?'"
Ginny shrugged and replied, "Probably things like you cheeks, legs or, er…"
"What?" Oliver demanded.
"Your pecker or something," Ginny said, then released an amused giggle.
"But how would they know what it looks like?" Oliver asked, not seeing why a person liking his pecker was so amusing.
"Well," Ginny said, trying to hold in her immature giggles, "I don't know. Were you ever a bit strapped for cash and did some, er… erotic modeling."
"What?" Oliver yelled. "No!"
Ginny dissolved into more laughter. Oliver looked down to the area in question and asked, "is it really that amusing?"
"What?" Ginny asked, trying to contain her mirth.
"Well, you've seen it," Oliver said. "Is it funny looking? I don't make it a habit of looking at other guys' equipment, but I always thought it was nice looking. Or at least it's not all crooked or purple or something."
Ginny looked at Oliver, let out another snort of laughter and said, "it looked fine to me."
Oliver turned a bit red and then stalked off. Ginny laughed some more.
"Shut up!" Oliver yelled back.
"Come on, Oliver!" Ginny yelled, running to catch up with him. Oliver just walked faster. "YOUR PENIS IS FINE!" she yelled.
Oliver stopped in his tracks… so did everyone else, too. There was a silence before one of Oliver's teammates began laughing and another (a girl) asked Oliver to whip it out and let everyone else have a looksie.
"Dammit, Ginny," Oliver said angrily, walking quickly back over to Ginny. "You are so much like Fred and George, it scares me."
"Why?" Ginny asked. "Did they rave about your pecker as well? Because I never pegged Fred and George to swing that way… but I don't know. All those showers in the Quidditch lockers after all those games and practices…"
Oliver sputtered and said, "I am not… I mean not that there is anything wrong with being – "
"Christ, Oliver," Ginny said. "I'm just playing around."
"Yeah," Oliver said sarcastically.
"Really. I'm sorry. Forgive me?" Ginny asked.
Oliver stayed quiet.
"Come on," Ginny said, now pleading instead of mocking.
"No."
"I'll do anything," Ginny said. "We can't be arguing, our friend's need us."
"Anything?" Oliver asked, suggestively raising his eyebrows. Ginny didn't notice and said, "yes."
"Fine," Oliver said. "You either have to promise to successfully set me up with a fancy-able female friend of yours or we have another go in the sack."
Ginny sighed and said, "Fine. I'll get one of my friends to go out with you. But that's only because we're never going to do it again."
"Yeah," Oliver said. "Let's see how long you go without the Oliver loving. Once you go Wood, you never go back."
Ginny raised her eyebrows than started laughing.
"That sounded wrong in many ways," she cackled.
Oliver thought about it for a moment and he too began laughing.
"All right, Casanova!" Stephen yelled to him. "Fifteen minutes is up! Get up on your broom!"
Oliver acknowledged Stephen and said good-bye to Ginny. As Oliver flew into the air and Ginny walked off the pitch, both still had huge grins spread across their faces.
Author's Note: Okay, I'll admit that chapter was crap. It began as crap and all it is now is edited-a-million-times-over crap. But as I have said before, it gets better. Anyway, to my happy little Chapter One badgers (reviewers). Thank you to: chinadoll, Charmergirl07, lil'doxy, CarEtoDreaM, Spordelia Chase (I LIVE!), Queen of Greenland (love the s/n), enter name here, Desda Ryelle, Midi Malfoy, Lilly M. Potter, GemJewel, Merit Somnia, ayumi-dono and son gomay vidal goku. You all are fabulous.
As usual, review if you can because I appreciate criticism, praise (I really apprciate praise) or any beefs you have. Thanks and I'll see you in chapter three: The Greek Gods Themselves Do Tremble.