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: I figure I'd post this chapter since, well, I had nothing better to do. And so many of you are so eager to find out about how the Weasley's will respond. So, I hope you enjoy because I thought this was a fun chapter.
Chapter
Seven
Even Small Weasels Bite
"You and Ginny! Ginny and – and, YOU!"
"Percy, shut up! You said you wouldn't yell or tell your brothers!"
Percy was still ranting on and on about Oliver and Ginny's drunken encounter when they rolled into the Burrow at dinnertime. Oddly enough, and quite to Oliver's extreme relief, Percy was not angry about the impromptu shag shared between Oliver and his sister. No, he was mad for Oliver not saying anything to Percy about it. Of course, it's something Percy would not like to see happen again anytime in the future, but as Percy put it:
"At least it was you, Oliver, and not Malfoy."
Oliver didn't care that Percy knew. He was Oliver's best friend, and it was one of those things you should tell your best friend. However, Oliver did not fancy the rest of the Brothers Weasley to find out about it. Yes, he was afraid of what the boys might do to him, but he was also a little afraid of the harping Ginny would do if she found out about how he let the beans spill; of course, she did tell Hermione.
"It's just unbelievable!" Percy said again.
"What's unbelievable?" the voice of Bill Weasley asked.
Percy froze, but composed quickly enough to say, "just something that occurred while we were out today. Where's Hermione?"
"In Ginny's room," Bill responded. "But I wouldn't go in there!" he warned as Percy made up the stairs.
Percy froze and turned back around.
"Why not?" he asked.
Bill laughed.
"Because she, Fleur, Cassandra, Katie, Alicia, Ginny and Luna are all in there," Bill said, "which means they are talking about us. Which means you are not allowed in there."
"I'm just going to say hello," Percy said.
"I warned you."
Percy shook his head and opened the door. What followed were some loud screeches of "GET OUT! GET OUT!" and the next thing Oliver and Bill saw was Percy being shooed down the stairs by Ginny.
"Stay down here," she said. "Bill! I thought I told you not to let anyone go up there. I also told you to especially not let Percy up there!"
"Why not?" Percy asked. "She's my sodding fiancé."
"Percy," Ginny said, "the groups of us are planning aspect of the wedding that you are not allowed to know about."
"Like what?" all three boys asked.
Ginny sighed.
"Like her wedding dress," she said. "And her vows and her gift to you."
"We're writing our own vows?" Percy asked.
"Oh, right, Percy, I forgot to tell you something," Oliver said.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," Oliver said. "You guys are writing your own vows."
Percy looked at Oliver, annoyed, and said, "like I said, smashing Best Man, you are."
"Told you that you should've chosen one of your brothers," Bill added.
"Shut it, Bill," Percy and Ginny both said.
Bill looked oddly at Ginny and said to Oliver, "now how the Hell did you get Ginny on your side?"
Percy, Ginny and Oliver all shared similar looks while Bill looked simply perplexed. Ginny finally just coughed gracefully and said in a perky voice,
"Well, now that I've prevented the wedding from being ruined – a very important Maid of Honor task – I shall return upstairs. When dinner is ready, send one of the kids up."
The three men nodded and Ginny headed back upstairs. Oliver started laughing when she disappeared.
"Did you hear them when you opened that door, Perce?" he said. "They sounded like a band of bloody Harpies!"
Bill snickered too, but Percy frowned.
"I'll appreciate you not mocking my fiancé."
"Lighten up, Percy," Bill said. "My own wife is up there. You have to admit they were funny."
Percy's features, for the most part, remained the same but there was a definite sparkle of mirth playing in his eyes. The screeching probably would've been highly more entertaining had it not been directed at him.
"Percy? Is that you?" Molly Weasley's voice carried through.
"Yes, Mum," Percy responded.
"Can you tell the girls that dinner is almost ready?"
"I'll do it," Oliver offered. "I have to make a trip to the bathroom anyway."
"Thanks," Percy said.
"Be careful," Bill said, laughing. Oliver laughed too and walked up the stairs.
He walked up the stairs and checked the bathroom, but it was locked. Oliver then walked to Ginny's room and before he could knock, Ginny herself walked out and ran right into him.
"Hello," Oliver said. "It's nice to know you're so happy to see me.
Ginny laughed.
"Sorry about that. I going to the loo – "
"Locked. Someone's in there," Oliver pre-empted, releasing Ginny.
"Oh."
"But your Mum sent me up to say dinner was ready," Oliver added.
"Did someone say dinner?" the voice of Charlie's wife Cassandra yelled out.
"Dinner is ready!" Ginny yelled back. There was a bustling about in Ginny's room and soon all the girls were stampeding down the stairs mumbling in relived voices about how hungry they were.
"So is it a wedding ritual I am not aware of to starve during the planning stage?" Oliver asked, still staring oddly at the now empty staircase.
"No," Ginny said with a laugh, "we're just planning and it was only until Percy distracted us from the planning that we realized how hungry we are."
"Are you going down?"
Ginny's eyes widened and she let out a snort of suppressed laughter. Oliver smirked too before giving out a bit of a laugh.
"To dinner, I mean," he corrected.
"I knew what you meant the first time," Ginny said. "It was just funny since the two of us are alone in the hallway and you said such a bawdy statement. It was a little amusing, is all. And no, I'm not going down to dinner. I still have to use the loo."
"Well, I was here first," Oliver said childishly.
Ginny huffed and pushed Oliver out of the way, stealing his spot in the proverbial bathroom line. Oliver came back and lifted Ginny up to the air. She gave a little scream about how this was her house that Oliver muffled with his hand. He finally placed her back down, behind him in line. She was about to make a witty comment to him but instead, when she locked eyes with him, she was hit with an overwhelming urge to kiss him. An urge he shared and they both quickly and passionately acted upon.
Just then, the door opened and out walked Ron Weasley.
"Holy shit!" he yelled which definetly ended Oliver and Ginny's urges.
"Ron," Ginny said quickly, batting Oliver's hands off her bum. "Let me explain."
"What's there to explain about?" Ron asked, face red and his voice in a psychotically cheery tone. "It's no big deal. It happens all the time: a guy walks out of the bathroom and sees his sister and his brother's best mate making out in the hallway. I'm sure this has happened to everybody. Actually, I should thank you. You've taken an everyday experience and turned it into something new and different for me."
"Ron," Ginny said, "you sound like a complete lunatic."
"You were making out in the hallway with Oliver! As for you!" Ron said, turning to Oliver who instinctively took a step back and behind Ginny. "What do you think you're doing, snogging my sister like that in my home! Do you just want a black eye?"
By now, most of the Family Weasley and friends had clamored up into the hallway. Molly was the first to say something.
"Ronald Weasley, do not speak to Oliver that way!"
"He was practically dry humping her in the hallway!" Ron argued.
"Major exaggeration, Mum," Ginny said. "We were just kissing. Okay? I'll admit. Oliver will too. We were kissing… ooh. Let's all get angry over it, shall we?"
"Angry?" Molly said. "Why should we be angry? Ginny, this is wonderful."
"What?" Ron, Oliver and Ginny all said in unison. The rest of the family and friends were looking a bit shocked towards Molly as well.
"Of course it's wonderful," Molly continued. "You've found someone, Ginny, and a very good someone. Oh, Hermione, just think. You'll be able to take credit for their relationship since they met while partaking in it. I mean – "
"Mum, please, just – shut – up," Ginny said. Molly silenced immediately. "I am not dating Oliver. I am not dating anyone. We were standing in the hall and I wanted to kiss him. Obviously, he felt the same way towards me. We kissed, Ron overreacted terribly and you all made presumptions about it. That's what happened."
There was a bit of silence before Katie said, "well, I think I'm just going to, er… yeah."
She turned around and began walking down the steps. Alicia called out after her, "What's that Katie? I'll be right there!" and soon all who were left in the upstairs hallway was the entire Weasley family plus Oliver, Hermione and Harry.
"So," Oliver said, "this is awkward."
"It could be worse," Charlie offered helpfully. "I mean, they were just snogging, right? At least they weren't full on shagging."
Ron looked sick at the thought, Molly and Arthur sent Charlie reproachful looks while the rest just silently laughed. Of course, being the gits they are, Fred and George began laughing extremely hard at this.
"Fred and George, what is possibly funny about this?" Arthur asked.
"Everything!" George cried. "We made all the non-blood related people leave, Harry is looking mighty awkward himself right over there, Hermione is shooting glares every so often at Ron, Ron looks like a red headed turnip with his coloring – "
"Charlie and Bill don't care, we're making fun of it all and you and Mum just are so clueless," Fred continued. "And Ginny and Oliver I think are hoping there will be a massive hippogriff stampede to distract us all from their situation."
"Fred, George, just be quiet for once," Percy snapped. "You're going to make everything worse."
"Worse?" Ron said. "What could possibly be worse?"
"Do you know, Percy?" Ginny asked. "How does Percy know? Hermione?"
"I didn't say anything!" Hermione said. "Except to Harry."
"And I didn't say anything to anyone else," Harry added.
"Oliver!" Ginny said huffily.
"You told Hermione!" he argued.
"Of course I told Hermione. You told Percy? PERCY?"
"Hey!" Percy said, offended.
"If it makes you feel any better," Fred chimed in, "I didn't tell anyone."
"You told me," George reminded.
"Well, yeah," Fred said. "Of course I told George."
"What did you tell George?" Ron said.
No one responded to the question except Charlie who said, "Ron, you are incredibly thick, you know that right? I know what's going on and I guarantee Bill does too and neither of us were told anything.
"So at this point," Charlie continued, "I should make very clear to poor Oliver here that there will be know pummeling of his Quidditch-playing self… well, not by me, of course. Ron might give you a run for your money knowing how short tempered he is."
"I'M RIGHT HERE!" Ron yelled. "What the bloody hell is going on?"
"Molly, I think this is an issue we should leave for the kids to figure out," Arthur said, earning nine "thanks Dad/Mr. Weasley" looks from the kids. (Sans Ron who was looking very agitated with everyone knowing something he didn't.)
"But, Arthur – "
"Molly, let's go finish dinner," Arthur insisted, leading Molly out of the hallway and downstairs to the kitchen. After it was confirmed they were out of hearing range, Ron again asked, "what is going on? And why does everyone know but me?"
"Ron," Bill said, "it appears that our little sister and Oliver had, er… how can I say this tastefully?"
"They fucked," Fred said bluntly.
"Fred!" Hermione cried. "Could you be any more crude?"
"Well, yes," Fred commented thoughtfully. "You see Ron, when Ginny and Oliver saw each other, they began to – "
"Please, Fred, for the love of God don't finish that sentence," Harry said, turning an awful shade of red.
"She's your sister!" Hermione added.
"I know," Fred said deviously. "But just look at the color that Ron is. It's priceless."
A few of the people in the hallway dared to laugh at the coloring of Ron and, without any warning, Ron let out a primal war cry and rushed Oliver, sending him pounding into the wall with a pained grunt.
"Shit," Charlie said, "Harry, go down and distract Mum and Dad from coming up here."
"What should I tell them?" Harry asked.
"I don't know… er… well, damn it – " In defense, Oliver shoved Ron away from him. In desperation, Charlie finished, " – Tell them you had one of those prophetic dreams about You-Know-Who for all I bloody care!" Charlie said, now trying to pry Ron off Oliver. "Just keep them from coming up here."
"I'll give you a hand with that, Harry," Hermione said and the two of them hurried downstairs.
"Ron! STOP!" Ginny screamed.
Ron managed to elbow Charlie hard in the gut to get him off and sent a right fist flying at Oliver. Oliver, obviously trying to just blocks the fists and not actually fight, but soon he had to defend himself. Oliver's defense choice was a knee to solar plexus. Ron released Oliver temporarily giving the rest of the onlookers to try and get Ron under control.
There were a few tense minutes with Charlie, Bill and George restraining Ron and Percy, Fred and Ginny checking to make sure that Oliver was not hurt too bad. Ron gave a pull to try and release himself, but Ginny halted that.
"Dammit, Ron!" she yelled. "Get over it! I'm twenty-two years old! You need to get over this stupid protective older brother thing you've got going because I am so bloody tired of it. Oliver and I shagged once because we were drunk. If you want to kick anyone's ass, make it be Fred and George because they are the ones that caused it with their stupid whiskey product."
"Don't knock the product!" George said.
"Not now, George," Ginny snapped. "Oliver and I have discussed it and it was just a one-time thing… well, it may have been a two-time thing if you hadn't walked out the loo and ruined it."
There was a muffled snort of laughter that came from Charlie and Bill's direction, but Ginny decided to ignore it and continue berating Ron.
"This is immature," Ginny continued. "What are you worried about? Me not being a virgin anymore? Please, Ron, that was gone a long time ago."
"What?" all her brother's said at once.
"Oh, I am a twenty-two year old woman! Not a bloody nun, for God's sake," Ginny said, extremely frustrated with this whole situation. "Yes, to Blaise Zabini in my sixth year. Big whoop."
Most of her brothers were about to respond to this, probably with some cry like "a SLYTHERIN!" but Ginny beat them all to the punch.
"Bill, you lost yours in sixth year, Charlie, your fifth, Percy, seventh, Fred, sixth, George, seventh. So don't go complaining about me. Oh, and Bill, you shagged a Slytherin as well…"
"How – " Bill began.
"I have my ways," Ginny said mysteriously.
Everyone was fairly silent, yet some of the Weasley boys had a fairly proud posture now that Ginny brought up their exceptional sex lives. Ron, sensing a loosened grip, made a motion but Ginny stopped him.
"You won't hit Oliver again," she warned.
Ron dared another step and Ginny's fist went flying to his face.
"That was some left hook!" George cried.
"Ginny!" Ron said, holding his nose. "Why are you being such a bitch about this?"
Another fist went flying a Ginny caught him in the jaw.
"I'm leaving," she said, turning tail and practically running out of the house. All the boys heard their mother call out, "Ginny!" but the slammed door indicated that she indeed left. George was the first one to speak up and said,
"Fifth year, eh, Charlie?"
Author's Note: So there's chapter seven. Next chapter I really like because it gives a background of Ginny's relationships prior to Oliver and a sort-of explanation for why she is the way she is. Plus, she gets drunk and that always has interesting consequences.
Thanks to my chapter six reviewers: MindGame, BranMuffinPower, elijahsbaby1981, son gomay vidal goku, Spordelia Chase, ayumi-dono, Lozzie, CindaEdna, Thiralin, FullMoon-Witch, RickyRemembers, hippygirl, and Silly Penguin. You guys are fantastic.
Side Note A: Starting in November, look for some new stories from me plus, hopefully, updates on my old ones. Included are:
…Or We'll Crumble From Within: Inspired by the words of the Sorting Hat, Ginny decides to stage her own personal 'Uniting Hogwart's' coalition. Her main target: the very agitaed, wanting no part in Weasleys plan, Draco Malfoy (my first attempt at D/G after reading it for a long while).
Much Mistletoeing: My triumphant return to writing Fred/Hermione! A fluffy Christmas fic featuring Harry with a kid, some more D/G, a bit of my new favorite Katie/Percy and tons of clichéd holiday fun that could only be had at the Burrow.
Love Song For No One: A believed to be one-shot Fred/Hermione fic. Very cute and surprisingly long.
Side Note B: Be on the lookout any time now for the beginning of my Unbroken rewrite. It will be much better, more detailed and LONGER.
See you in Chapter Eight: Fate Sometimes Comes in a Crustaceous Persuasion.