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: Here is a nice manly, slightly metrosexual conversation chapter between Oliver and Percy. I ran this chapter over a few of my male-type friends and they said that, given the circumstances, they could have a conversation like this one. So it's Testoserone Approved! Enjoy.

Chapter Six
Fans Bring Out the Crazies

It was nearing two weeks since Oliver and Ginny's argument and the two of them had exchanged very little in the conversation sense. Ginny had told him that, while she is going to apologize for what she said and forgive him for what he said, she was allowed to be angry for a bit. Oliver agreed and they were, for the most part, comfortable when near each other.

That morning, Oliver was awoken by a loud clacking on his bedroom window. When he got up to inspect, he saw Percy's owl perched on the windowsill holding a letter for him.

Oliver,

I need to get out of the house today. Hermione's making me because I, apparently, can still do nothing right when it comes to the wedding plans. I'm going to be walking around Diagon Alley today, maybe going into Muggle London, if you wanted to come. Send Hermes back or just meet me at the Leaky Cauldron at noon.

Percy

It was nearing eleven thirty now, so Oliver figured he had time to get some breakfast, get dressed and washed up and meet Percy. He actually hadn't had a lot of time the past week or so to talk to Percy. Oliver's Quidditch practices had been in the evening and Percy had work in the day. It'd be nice to catch up with him.

"Hello," Oliver said to Percy when he made it to the Leaky Cauldron fifteen minutes later.

"Glad you could make it," Percy said. "Diagon Alley or Muggle London?"

"Muggle London sounds good," Oliver said.

"I'm going to dinner at the Burrow tonight, if you'd like to come," Percy said.

"Sounds good."

They began walking and as they progressed down the street, Oliver asked, "so how is the wedding coming along?" Oliver smirked when Percy sighed.

"It's a mess," he responded. "I thought I was organized. I thought I would be able to handle all the stress and planning and everything that goes with a wedding. Well, it turns out that, though I can handle it all, Hermione can't and so that means that I am constantly at my wits end trying to make her calm down. You wouldn't even begin to know how anal she is about everything. I swear, if she were to see a piece of lint on her dress in the middle of the precession, she'd halt it all and have her dressed dry-cleaned so it can all be perfect!"

Oliver laughed heartily at his normally-wound tight best friends' rant. For the past few years, Percy had become more vocal about small irritations, but rants of this nature were few and far between. Plus, since Percy's ears had a tendency to become very red when he was fuming, it was a rather enjoyable thing to witness.

"Well," Oliver said, "the wedding isn't that far off, is it?"

Percy scoffed and said, "you really have not been paying attention to the information I've told you, huh? Smashing Best Man you are."

"Sorry."

"The wedding is in September," Percy continued. "And it's the middle of April now. I've still got five months of wedding planning to go. According to Ginny, Hermione's neurosis is only going to get worse as the date gets closer."

"Fun."

"I know. I can't wait."

"Has Ginny been talking to you a lot?" Oliver asked.

"A bit," Percy responded. "It's mostly been relaying information about the wedding because I am a man and therefore too thick to understand the importance of a wedding. Or at least, that's what has been implied by Hermione and sarcastically mentioned by Ginny."

Percy stopped and admired a women's silk nightgown in the store window.

"Not really your color, Perce," Oliver said. "I envision you in more of a blue color."

"Shut it, Oliver," Percy responded. "I'm looking for a gift for Hermione. One of our numerous anniversaries is looming and I need to get her something."

"Which one and why?" Oliver asked, now looking at the lingerie in the window as well.

"I think it's the anniversary of when we first began seriously dating," Percy replied. "I'm figuring I won't really say which one it is and let her believe I just remembered because I love her. I want Hermione to realize that, though I am a man, I do know how to be, er… romantic? Is that the right word?"

Oliver shrugged. "You're asking the wrong man for relationship questions, mate."

Percy nodded and Oliver felt a new conversation getting ready to start up. A conversation he hated having with anyone. A conversation about his romantic entanglements.

"How did the date with Ginny's friend go, anyway?" Percy asked. "You mentioned it briefly, but you haven't told me anything about it."

"She was a split-personality nutcase," Oliver said bluntly.

"Oh."

"Exactly," Oliver continued. "It started out well enough: attractive girl, nice restaurant, small dress. She was wearing the dress, Percy, so you can wipe that look off your face. Anyways, she was funny, nice and I was getting some tell-tale signs that I'd be ripping that dress off her later in the evening.

"Somehow, I managed to screw it up. I said something about how skinny she was and she went into full-fledged harpy mode. Then, she was back to my pleasant date and again to harpy. It was confusing and, I'll admit, partially frightening. I sure as hell didn't want her to know where I lived."

"Girls are fickle creatures," Percy mused.

"You are not allowed to complain about the lack of girls, Percy," Oliver said. "After all, you are getting married."

Percy shrugged.

"There are still nice girls out there," Percy said. "There's hope for you yet."

"But I'm only twenty-seven," Oliver said. "I really have no need for a serious girlfriend right now… not to say some people don't. You wanted one, Percy. I don't think I do."

Percy nodded, agreeing with Oliver's statement. He was only twenty-seven, therefore still had a lot of his life to live. Plus, Oliver worked a lot. Practices were brutal, and six nights a week during game season so he wouldn't have a lot of time. Adding to the fact is that he was some sort of celebrity and finding a girl to be with him for non-celebrity reasons would be hard. After all, the last date he was one was with Persephone and she had asked a lot of questions about his monetary status.

"Ginny is in a fit trying to keep Hermione calm," Percy said. "Now would be a good time to plan anything that the two of you need to plan."

"Like what?" Oliver said, hoping he didn't visibly tense at the mention of Ginny's name.

"Speeches, maybe," Percy said. "Or a gift if you two are doing a joint-gift thing. I don't know. Hermione has been harping about how the two of you need to become more comfortable with one another.

"Why wouldn't we be?" Oliver asked innocently.

Percy shrugged.

"Hermione wouldn't tell me," he said. "Which makes me need to know. Is there something going on between the two of you?"

Oliver paused very briefly and said, "no. I've had maybe two conversation with her since you and Hermione got engaged."

"That's what I thought," Percy said, "but Hermione insists I pressure you for more information because she says there is some that I should hear directly from you."

"Well," Oliver said, racking his brain for something he could say. "She might be talking about the night you two made your announcement. Fred and George gave me some of that whiskey of theirs and I got a little, er… tipsy, I guess and ended up flirting heavily with our sister. An action I would most definetly not have made if I had my wits about me."

Percy considered this and said, "yes. Fred and George did cause a lot of problems that night, didn't they? Stupid prats."

"Entirely."

"Well, that clears it up," Percy said. "Though Hermione made it seem like it was a bigger deal than that."

"From what I hear, she is constantly trying to make Ginny's life a bigger deal than it is," Oliver said, thinking of how Hermione had told him to go outside and have a nice talk with Ginny that fateful night.

"That is true," Percy agreed.

"Other than being driven insane by your fiancé, how is Ginny doing?" Oliver asked.

"Pretty good," Percy said. "Mum's been hinting that Ginny needs a date for the wedding, but Mum's doing that to Ron, as well. I personally believe that she's seeing someone, but smartly keeping it quiet from the rest of the family."

"Do you mean Draco Malfoy?"

This was obviously the wrong thing to say because Percy coughed and said loudly, "what?"

"Obviously not."

"Ginny is seeing Malfoy? Why? When? How?" Percy pressed.

Oliver didn't know whether to laugh at his friends' facial expression or run because of his anger. He chose a small smile and an explanation.

"I don't know," he said. "I was walking around some market, telling George about Puddlemere and catching up with him, when we saw Ginny and Malfoy walking around together. George sent me to go see what was up and to, if anything were to happen, break it up. They started snogging on Ginny's front stoop and I put a stop to it."

"How?" Percy asked.

"By getting into a fist fight with him," Oliver replied.

"You shouldn't start fights, Oliver," Percy said. "Though I must commend you on looking out for my sister."

"Any time," Oliver said.

"Is she still seeing him?" Percy ventured.

"I don't think so," Oliver replied. "After the fight, Ginny was pretty miffed at both of us and told Malfoy to get the hell out of her place. Told me to do the same for embarrassing her so bad."

"Well, I'm not mad at you," Percy said.

"Figured you wouldn't be," Oliver said. "While we're on the subject, sort of, why do you all get on Ginny's case about her boyfriends?"

Percy mulled over this question as they walked a bit and said,

"I guess it has to do with the fact she's the youngest and only girl," Percy said. "Though both of those reasons are really dismal, it's the truth. Personally, I don't feel it is any of my business whom she sees fit to see, as long as it's not Malfoy, of course."

"Of course," Oliver agreed.

"Fred and George do not care one way or the other," Percy said. "Bill and Charlie just stay out of it, as I try to do most of the time. It's mostly Ron, Mum, Dad and Hermione that really get on her case about it. Ron, being the insufferable prat he is, I don't think wants Ginny to ever have a boyfriend. He apparently was very annoying when Ginny began dating in school with that Michael fellow in her fourth year.

"I don't believe Mum really knows how old Ginny actually is. If Harry weren't dating Luna, I'm sure Mum would still be thinking he and Ginny would be together. She was devastated when she found out about Luna. Of course she was happy since Harry was happy, but I think she'll always hold out for Harry maybe becoming a part of the family. Hermione is just trying to be her friend."

"Do they not realize that she's not happy with it, though?" Oliver asked. "I mean, she mentioned it briefly when I talked to her."

"They do, but they think she's in denial," Percy answered.

"About her own life?" Oliver questioned, thinking that sounded, well, stupid.

"Yes, pretty much," Percy answered. "I guess it was all started when she was ten, a year before she began Hogwart's. That's the first time she had seen Harry and she was immediately enamored with him. Ron had overheard her acting out some little fantasy with her and Harry getting married and ever since then most of us, myself included, have seen her as a little… daft when it comes to relationships."

"Did she and Harry ever date?" Oliver continued boldly.

"In Harry's seventh year, yes. When Mum found out about that she was thrilled. Thought that meant for sure that they were going to get married. I think my mum is the one in the family who is daft about relationships."

"But it didn't work out then?" Oliver asked. "Between Harry and Ginny, I mean."

"Not really, no," Percy said. "From what I gathered, as during this time I was what Fred and George call a 'pig buggering sod,' Ginny got over Harry at the end of her third year and began dating some bloke from another house. She moved on and saw a few other boys before Harry asked her innocently to a Hogsmeade trip. It was nothing at the start, according to Ginny, but by the time they returned to Hogwart's, they were holding hands and Harry gave Ginny a little kiss on the cheek. Hermione says it was all very sweet.

"It's always sort of bothered the rest of us, meaning my brothers and I, that Mum has an unyielding urge to see Ginny with a man. After all, when it was discovered that Hermione and I were seeing each other, Mum's first comment was, 'what about Ron.' With Charlie and Bill, it had been a big deal since they are her first borne kids. I think Mum was relieved when Fred and George began seeing Alicia and Katie, as she thought they weren't mature enough to find a suitable mate. Ron has been deemed, with out his knowledge of course – "

"Of course," Oliver said.

" – a complete hopelessly, thickheaded case when it comes to a girlfriend."

"So where does that leave Ginny?"

"The last of the unmarried Weasleys whom should be married," Percy replied.

"Poor Ron."

"Don't feel sorry for him," Percy snorted, "he brings it on himself by being a complete dunderhead when it comes to women. Hermione tried to teach him, Harry tried to… Hell, even I tried to teach him. He just doesn't know much about women. Now, if women were made up of Quidditch rules, Ron would understand them completely."

"So would I," Oliver said, causing Percy to laugh.

"You're an international Quidditch Star," Percy said. "You don't need to understand women. You just need to stand out in the middle of Diagon Alley, shout 'I am Oliver Wood and I need a shag!' and girls will flock to you."

Oliver considered this for a moment then said, "we should go to Diagon Alley. See if that really does work."

Percy laughed again.

"Well, we have the whole day."

"Do you think I could pawn a few off you?" Oliver asked.

"What?" Percy practically yelled.

Oliver was the one who laughed this time but was cut short by an ear-splitting squeal. Looking around, Oliver and Percy discovered it came from three girls across the street. Seeing that Oliver had noticed them, they quickly sprinted across the street, causing a few cars to screech to a halt.

"You're Oliver Wood, aren't you?" the blonde one asked.

"Well," Oliver said, "I surely hope I am or you just risked your life for a very random and embarrassed man."

"You probably get this all the time, no doubt," the other blonde one asked.

"Usually I'm not in a Muggle city, but yes, it does," Oliver replied kindly, flashing a smile.

"Could we maybe have your autograph?" the brunette asked.

"And maybe your picture?" the first blonde asked. "If your friend could take it for us?"

"This isn't just my friend!" Oliver cried, grabbing Percy who had shied away from Oliver's fans. "This is Percy Weasley, future Minister of Magic, I'll have you know."

"Really?" the brunette said, eyeing Percy with interest. "Maybe we could get a picture with you, too? I mean, if you're to become Minister one day it'd be smashing to have a photo."

"Er," Percy said, "I suppose."

"Great," the second blonde said. "First, let's get the one with Oliver, okay?"

"Sounds good," Oliver replied.

The brunette handed Percy a camera and Oliver and the girls posed for a few shots before Oliver took the camera from Percy and took a few of Percy with the girls.

"Thank you so much!" the second blonde said.

"It was amazing to meet you!" the first blonde added.

"Our friends will be so jealous. We're all completely in love with you," the brunette chimed in.

"Cassidy!" the other two cried, blushing.

"It's okay," Oliver said. "And you're welcome for all of this. Hope to see you at some games this season."

"Definetly," the second blonde said. "Bye!"

"Bye!"

"Bye!"

"Good luck on your ministry career, Percy!"

"Thanks."

The three girls scurried away quickly and kept turning around and taking another glance at Oliver and Percy, each time of which Oliver waved heartily.

"How do you deal with that?" Percy asked who still hadn't recovered from his extreme blushing episode.

"You just get used to it," Oliver said. "It becomes to be not a big deal after awhile. Of course, when the fans or press start showing up at my flat or when I'm eating, it gets very annoying very quickly. But, like now, when I'm just casually walking around with a friend, it doesn't really matter."

"And you had to bring me into it, didn't you?" Percy asked.

"Yes."

Percy sighed.

"So what were we talking about before the fans attacked you?" he asked.

"Ginny." Oliver realized how abnormally quickly he responded to this question without the look Percy gave him. To save face, Oliver added, "I think."

"Smooth," Percy said sarcastically. "So Ginny, eh?"

"What about her?" Oliver asked.

"Something is awry with you," Percy observed.

"Really?" Oliver asked, regaining his slight loss of composure.

"Bringing this to my attention, I have noticed that Ginny is awfully clumsy when Hermione or I mention a get together between the four of us."

"Really?" Oliver said again.

"Yes," Percy said, then paused. Oliver twitched a bit, unnoticed by Percy. "Do you fancy my little sister, Oliver."

"No," Oliver said, telling the truth this time.

"Then what is it?" Percy pressed. "Is this because of the row you two got into over Malfoy?"

Oliver was about to say "yes" but didn't really want to lie to Percy. Instead, he said, "no."

"Care to elaborate?"

"Is there any way I can answer that question without incriminating myself?"

"No," Percy replied lightly. "So what's going on between you and Ginny? Does she fancy you?"

Oliver thought for a moment before saying, "I don't believe so, no."

"Then what is it?" Percy asked. "Oh, this must be what Hermione was hinting at!"

"Probably." Oliver looked pained. "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes."

"Sure?"

"Yes."

"And you won't yell or hit or tell any of your brothers?"

"Yes – er, no… probably not. That depends."

Oliver sighed, then, with newfound resolute, said,

"Ginny and I had sex."

Percy visibly stiffened and pondered what Oliver said. Oliver was thinking he was in the clear with Percy before he realized that Percy was surveying him to see if it was all a very bad joke. Seeing the look on Oliver's face, Percy realized he wasn't joking and screamed loudly,

"WHAT?"

Author's Note: Hooray for chapter six! If you want to know the status of my stories, please read my bio after a post. I usually update it every post with an overview of where I am at with chapters or, in this case, super busy. I just started college so please be understanding.

To my chapter five reviewers, thanks to: BranMuffinPower, Spordelia Chase, Golden Lunar Eclipse, MindGame, George's Brother Fred, ayumi-domo, green smurf, Kazte, Thiralin, lil'doxy, Silly Penguin, Lia06 (I checked out your Ginny/Oliver fic – v. cute), Merit Somnia, RickyRemembers(x2), son gomay vidal goku, and CindaEdna.

And I have a request for one of my Brit Fans out there: Would one of you like to help me out with a new fic I am starting? It's a Christmas Fic (hopefully this Christmas!) and I need some help with how Christmas is across the pond. I know it differs from the States and I don't want to butcher your traditions. Drop me a review with your e-mail or e-mail me directly at if you are interested. I would really appreciate it. Thanks!

See you in Chapter Seven: Even Small Weasels Bite (the entire Weasley family, plus some innocent bystanders find out about Ginny and Oliver – GASP!).