Ginny sat at the leaky cauldron waiting for her boyfriend.

They'd been seeing each other since her third year when they'd met at the Quidditch world cup.

It had been hard to sneak off all the time with her brothers around her.

It was even harder since he'd just finished Hogwarts and she still had to attend the school.

Of course owls were the only way they kept in contact though meeting was a rare thing.

Now she had finished Hogwarts only a few weeks ago and was meeting with him.

She was nervous undoubtedly. It had been a whole year since she'd last seen him. He could have moved on, could have changed to be like Malfoy or be too busy for her.

She shuddered at the Malfoy thought when she saw him enter the pub.

He looked as she remembered and she felt her heart jumped into her throat.

He spotted her and smiled as he approached her table.

"Hey Gin. You look just as beautiful as I remember." he smiled.

Ginny managed to find her voice, as his Scottish accent made her melt inside.

"And I could say the same for you." smiled Ginny as he sat down opposite her.

"You looked surprised I turned up," he said with his eyebrow raised

"I didn't know if you would make it with Quidditch practise and everything." smiled Ginny nervously as he took her hand across the table.

"I'd always make time for you Gin." smiled her boyfriend.

Ginny smiled back her heart a flutter.

"I'll go get us some butter beers and you can tell me how graduation went." he said kissing her hand before getting up and going to the bar.

Ginny watched him as he went to the bar and saw her friends smiling at her from the other side of the pub to whom she smiled at weakly.

Oliver had appeared confident about meeting Ginny but inside he'd been a wreck.

All the time he and Ginny had been dating in secret he hadn't been able to get the image of him being pummelled to death by Ginny's brothers, not to mention Harry Potter and Co, out his head.

He deeply liked Ginny obviously but each time her looked at her he saw himself in a grave with Bill saying...'That will teach you to date my sister.'

Oliver snuck a look at Ginny over his shoulder and sighed to calm his nerves. It helped a little, but when the butter beers came he ordered a fire whiskey.

When it came he downed the shot in one hoping it would help him calm down.

It burned the back of his throat as it went down but it helped him clear his head.

He picked up the butterbeers and went to the table.

He flashed Ginny a smile as he sat down and passed her a butterbeer while he sipped his own.