Title: The Lucky One

Author: Sneezy Mouse

Rating: PG-13 due to implied naughtiness and slight cursing.

Disclaimer: All recognized characters; places and references to events and the aforementioned belong to the wonderful mind of J.K. Rowling.

Author's Note: Draco continues his cameo in this chapter, albeit it's short and he's a bit of an ass. And to respond to the few that pointed out how mean he was to Ginny and then expected a date: Ginny was with Hermione. Why would he show emotion around a mudblood? I see it as Ginny is an equal since her blood is 'pure' but since Hermione's isn't, Draco wouldn't be nice until he was alone with someone he (reluctantly) had to view as an equal.

Okay, so it made sense when I wrote it. I can see now that it was confusing so sorry about that. Anyway, here is chapter five!

Chapter Five
Into Madness There is Truth

After Ginny's annoyed groan, Draco turned himself around and said, "Who the hell are you?" When Oliver didn't respond, Draco asked Ginny, "who is this idiot? Do you know him?"

"Unfortunately, I do," Ginny said. "You might remember him – Oliver Wood?"

Draco thought for a moment, looked at Oliver and asked, "he was the Gryffindor Quidditch captain for a few years, right?"

"Right."

"And now you're dating him?"

"No!" Ginny said. "He's a friend of Percy's. What he's doing here is another question entirely."

"I was walking, catching up with George – we had read something about the market and George thought it'd be a fun place to try and get some ideas for the joke shop – and we saw you two. George thought he recognized Draco Malfoy… he was right," Oliver explained, still surveying the pair but now he was blushing something fierce due to Draco's comment about him dating Ginny.

"That still doesn't explain why the hell you're here!" Draco raged.

"Actually, it does," Ginny said, thoroughly annoyed by this situation. "Let me guess, Oliver. George saw Draco and I together and got into Protective Brother Mode – otherwise known as Overreacting Ass Mode."

"Er… yes."

"And then he, being an incomprehensible clod, threatened to come over and beat Draco here, correct?"

"Well, yes – "

"And so," Ginny said, interrupting Oliver, temper flaring, "you thought you'd be a friend and say it would be smarter for you to come over since you wouldn't get shirty with Draco, correct?"

Oliver nodded.

"What the hell were you thinking, Oliver?" Ginny snapped. "I was handling the situation quite nicely, actually. I didn't need you or George – who I see peering around the corner! – putting a stop to it!"

All eyes turned to the corner where there indeed stood the twin in question. He gave a small wave, then disappeared behind the building again to wallow in his embarrassment.

Oliver took this slight distraction to try to think of a viable excuse for why he listened to George. It seemed to be quite sensible at the time, but now, standing in front of a very annoyed Ginny, he couldn't quite remember why. Finally, he said, "I saw the two of you snogging and I knew that if I didn't do anything to stop it and then your brothers found out, I'd be crushed to a bloody pulp!"

Ginny thought, momentarily believing Oliver's story, then said, "That's a complete crap excuse, you know that right?"

"It's the truth?"

"And I'm the bloody Queen of England."

"Well, Your Majesty, I'm sorry you don't believe me."

Oliver and Ginny both huffed and crossed their arms over their chests.

"Well this is mature," Draco said, still smirking.

"Draco, maybe you should go," Ginny said delicately. "We can talk some more another time."

"Yeah, sod off."

"You too, Oliver," Ginny said. Oliver looked offended and Ginny preempted with, "don't even try to excuse yourself, Oliver Wood. You were a complete idiot tonight and there is nothing you can say or do to excuse your behavior."

Draco laughed.

"That's not helping, Malfoy," Ginny snapped.

Draco's eyes narrowed and he said, "so we're back on a last name basis, are we, Weasley?"

Ginny sighed, frustrated beyond belief.

"No," she said. "God, no. I'm sorry. I'm angry and I didn't mean it. Oliver, stop laughing!"

"He's just miffed because he knows that I was snogging you instead of him," Draco reasoned.

Ginny and Oliver both froze and looked at Draco, bewildered.

"What?" they said.

"It's terribly obvious that he wants in your knickers, Ginny," Draco said. "I was closer to it than he was and – "

"We were no where near shagging, Draco," Ginny said.

Draco snorted.

"If this wanker hadn't had shown up," Draco said, "We'd have been upstairs shagging like bunnies on your living room carpet."

"Shut it, Malfoy!" Oliver screamed.

"What is your problem, Malfoy?" Ginny asked, half angry and half confused. "You were so nice earlier. And you!" she said, turning on Oliver. "Just because we slept together once does not mean you can come around and interrupt my date!"

"You two fucked?" Draco asked bluntly, smirking. "And you can honestly say we wouldn't have?"

Ginny's eyes narrowed and she walked over towards Draco, but Oliver beat her to it and socked Draco in the eye.

"Oy!" Draco yelled, clutching a pained eye for a fraction of a second before rushing Oliver and punching him in the jaw. As Oliver bent a bit over in pain, Draco gave him another swift punch in the stomach. Oliver took a few stumbling steps backwards, then rushed Draco, knocking him over onto the ground and giving him a succession of fists to the stomach, chest and facial region.

Ginny, on the other hand, was trying in vain to stop the two boys from fighting. After all, a crowd was gathering. Even George had come out of his hiding place and was making his way to the brawl.

"Should we call the police?" Ginny heard someone say.

"NO!" she screamed. "I've got in under control."

Ginny tried puling at Oliver some more, screaming at them to stop fighting. Finally, she gave up with the non-violent activities and gave Oliver a hard kick in his nether-regions.

"Oh!" he groaned in pain, rolling off of Draco, whom had a few blossoming bruises and blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth.

"My apartment, both of you," Ginny growled, hoisting Draco, then Oliver, off the ground. "NOW!"

It was a cumbersome task for Ginny, getting the two men up a flight of stairs and into her flat. She did, though, and soon had them both in her living room; Oliver on her fluffiest recliner and Draco sprawled on the couch. He groaned.

"Stuff it, Malfoy," Ginny said angrily. "I can't believe you two! Your twenty-seven and twenty-two years of age and to solve a problem you fight?"

"He started it!" Draco whined from the couch.

"And you encouraged it!" Oliver shot back.

"Shut up!" Ginny cried again. "Or you'll both get a kick in the pecker this time."

This promptly shut them up, though Ginny distinctly heard Draco mutter, "wanker" under his breath. She shot a threatening look towards him and he closed his mouth.

"Though it started out nicely, Draco, I don't believe we should see each other again," Ginny said, sitting herself on a stool in he corner. "I don't fancy having to deal with this sort of thing all the time, as you seem to have animosity gravitate towards you."

"So that's it, then?" Draco asked, standing up angrily. "Not even a bloody see-you-'round shag?"

"Hey!" Oliver said. "That's what got you buggered up in the first place."

"Just leave," Ginny pleaded, walking him to the door. "Please. I don't want another fight breaking out; especially if it happens in my apartment."

"That's just fan-bloody-tastic," Draco muttered. "Dumped by a Mudblood-loving, Gryffindor shagger. Unbelievable."

Ginny gave him a hard push out the door, snapped, "Of course I'm a Gryffindor shagger. I was a bloody Gryffindor!" and slammed it in his face. From his chair, Oliver whooped in acceptance.

"That was great, Ginny, really great," he laughed. "Did you see his face after you pushed him?"

He laughed again and was sharply cut off by the echoing "crack!" when Ginny's palm collided with his cheek. She had slapped him.

"I did not kick him out for your approval, Oliver," she hissed. "If you hadn't interfered with our date you wouldn't have gotten the crap kicked out of you – "

"Hey!" Oliver said. "I think I faired pretty well. Don't got a scratch on me. Maybe little bruises but no scratches. Okay, a lot of bruises…"

"This isn't helping."

"Sorry for trying to find the lighter side of the fight."

"No, not the fight," Ginny said. "Tonight is not helping us out. We promised not to let a simple shag get in the way of our lives. Face it, if we hadn't done it that night, you would not have gotten into that fight with Malfoy. You would have let George do it because why would you care? The point is, you do not have any bleeding right to meddle my affairs. Not now, not ever."

"George – "

"He's a big boy. He can fare well in any fight he's in. He doesn't need you going around and thumping my dates when he is perfectly able to do so himself. Leave, Oliver."

Ginny walked over to the door and opened it, motioning for him to go.

"Ginny, look. I'm sorry," Oliver said, standing up. "Can't we talk?"

"Vocal-cord wise? Yes. Right now, with each other, no!" Ginny said, gesturing towards the hallway.

"Okay," Oliver conceded. "Okay, what I did tonight was stupid, I admit that whole-heartedly. But the thing is, Ginny, we had sex and that's going to be with us forever. It creates this certain… bond between us, whether you like it or not."

"That does not matter to me," Ginny said stubbornly.

"Of course it does," Oliver argued. "It always matters."

"To me, it doesn't. If having sex with someone mattered that much to me, I wouldn't have been so flippant about the night we spent together."

"If it wasn't a big deal, then what was it?" Oliver asked.

"Whiskey? A spell? Take your pick, Oliver, because it wasn't anything more."

Oliver finally lost his cool and said, "Bloody hell, Ginny, don't get all prim with me. We shagged and it was amazing."

"You think that talking to me like that is going to get you forgiveness for embarrassing me beyond belief tonight?" Ginny asked, her voice in a higher pitch than what was normal.

"You're just a tease, you know that right?" Oliver asked. "You sleep with me and then act all flirty when around me, talking brazenly about us shagging and about my – er… male attachments."

"It's called a penis, Oliver," Ginny said. "And if you can't even say it, maybe you shouldn't even have one."

"Get a fellow's motor revving, let the tension marinate a couple-a days, then bam! Crown yourself the ice queen."

"Think you have enough metaphors in that sentence? Just say what's in your mind, Oliver. Right now. We're fighting and now's the time to get every thought we have about one another out on the table. Let's go."

Oliver said nothing.

"Fine!" Ginny said. "I'll start. First off, I think you are entirely too pompous for your own good. Oh, my! You're a big old Quidditch star and all the girls love you so that means that I must automatically love you as well! You think that just because we spent one stupid, drunken night together, that forms some sort of loving bond between us and – "

"I never said a word about love!" Oliver said. "I just meant that it made us a bit closer than before. How you could get love from that just shows how needy and insecure you are about yourself."

"Excuse me?" Ginny responded.

"That's right! You're needy, insecure and desperate for someone else!" Oliver yelled. "You spend all your time preaching about how independent you are and how much you don't need a bloke to make you happy, but in reality you are desperate for it. Why else would you have gone out with Draco Malfoy? If that isn't desperation, I don't know what is!"

"That's – " Ginny began.

"What? That's what?"

"That neither here nor there," Ginny said, knowing exactly how lame she sounded.

"Well that's it," Oliver said. "We're right here. What is it going to be?"

"The same as it always has been," Ginny said. "You get out of my bloody apartment before I force you out!"

Ginny finally picked up her wand, which had been laying dormant on her countertop since the whole argument in her flat broke out.

"Helping Harry out with You-Know-You so many times has given me a hefty amount of defensive spells to use," Ginny threatened.

Oliver opened his mouth, as if he was going to retort, but instead he shook his head and left Ginny's apartment without saying a word. Ginny slammed the door harder than she wanted to, but she didn't care. What she did care about was everything Oliver had said to her – everything he had said about her.

It was all preposterous, unfounded accusations that he could have no way of making. He and Ginny had never had a single conversation when they attended Hogwart's together – a whole two years where they were five years apart. And the most time they had spent with each other since then consisted mainly of drinking, shagging and screaming.

Not the best circumstances to get to know someone.

But Ginny was going to forget about it. She knew she was going to have to spend time with Oliver over the next coming months and she couldn't ask Hermione to hand over the maid-of-honor position, or Percy the Best Man. No, that would lead to questions Ginny most definitely did not want to answer. Of course, Hermione already knew about the one-night stand, but Ginny's point still stood.

Feeling slightly calmer since the argument, Ginny decided she should go to bed and sleep off tonight's insane happenings. She crawled into her covers, pulling them up straight to hr chin and curling her legs towards her chest into a cat-like ball. As she reached to turn out her bed-side light, Ginny opted not to set her alarm for the next morning since she didn't have work.

So Ginny fell asleep, looking forward entirely to waking up tomorrow well-rested and, hopefully, less pissed off at Oliver.

Author's Note: So there is chapter five. I'll be moving into my dormitory next weekend, so I probably won't update for another week or two at least.

Also, to my lovely chapter four reviewers – there were 20 of you altogether! That's on the level with the 'Pranster' series! – thanks to: LushBaby (Sex-on-a-broomstick? I like that. Mind if I use it?), Silly Penguin, Thiralin (Wow! Helen Fielding? I am so flattered, thank you!), Girl-Named-Belle (I've never written and posted D/G, but I've got a story in the works), webomaryhoptoe (screwed up how with Percy?), Moon Archer, ayumi-dono (hmmm… I'll think about a D/G ficlet), MindGame, elijahsbaby1981, Branmuffinpower, Lia06, Chiquita-3, George's Brother Fred, Spordelia Chase, lady patronus, Golden Lunar Eclipse, Green Smurf, cherryblossom203, son gomay vidal goku (thanks for the explanation!), and lil'doxy.

See you in Chapter Six: Fans Bring Out the Crazies.