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Oliver walked into Ginny's office before dinner that night. "I'm going to release a statement to the papers saying that I am Callie's father so they'll leave your family alone. And so that they'll leave you, Callie, and me alone."

Ginny sat down on her desk and looked at him. "Are you sure you want to do this? What will your family say?"

"I've already sent a letter to Mum and Dad and I'll talk to my sisters after dinner," Oliver said. "Look, Gin, I have no choice. The story was in The Daily Prophet today. The story is getting out of hand and we need to control it."

Ginny sighed. "Oliver, I'm very grateful to you. It's just I don't want you to do something you don't want to do. This is going to change the way people think of you. People are going to think of you as wonderful Oliver Wood the exceptional Quidditch Keeper. Now you're going to be Oliver Wood the fink who got a girl pregnant and then didn't go anywhere near her for a year. You can come up with all the plausible explanations for avoiding me for a year you want but there are still a lot of people who are going to hate you for this."

Oliver put his hands on Ginny's shoulders. "I know that. But I don't care. What I care about is you and Callie being safe. I'm not so worried about my reputation. If you and Callie love and if my family loves me, I'm a happy guy. I know Callie loves me"

"Callie will love you no matter what," Ginny said.

"And what about you? Will you love me no matter what?"

Ginny kissed his cheek. "Of course I will, you insatiable ego."

Oliver hugged her and held her close. "Then I have nothing to fear."

"What about your family?"

Oliver grinned. "Well, my mum will blow up at me and lecture me about the evils of lying but in the end she'll tell me she's proud of me for doing the right thing. My dad won't care. My sisters, well, Maria loves you, so you're safe there. Beatrice, Juliet, and Helena seem to like you, so you're safe with them. Viola is too young to understand and Ophelia will ask me what's wrong with my head. In the end, everyone will still love me though. And my family will love you."

Ginny smiled. "I hope you're right."

"Gin, my family has to love you. You're the woman I'm in love with. Besides, my grandparents love you, so the rest of the family has to follow suit."

Ginny kissed him. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"Well, if I ever forget, I have you to remind me."

After dinner that evening, Maria, Beatrice, Juliet, and Helena Wood walked into their brother's office. Helena flopped into the chair opposite her brother. "Okay, Ollie, what's so desperately important that I had to break my date with Ryan Holiday to come see you?'

Oliver rolled his eyes. "I thought you were dating Byron Hunt."

She waved her hand. "That was last week. Byron is old news. I needed a new man."

Oliver sighed as Maria said, "I don't mind being here."

"Yes, but Maria, you practically worship Oliver," Beatrice said drolly. "You actually want to play Quidditch."

"Girls, keep it down. I have something I need to tell you," Oliver said glaring intently at his sisters.

"Let me guess," Helena said. "You're going to tell people that you're Callie's dad. Ollie, you're my brother and I know you very well. You're head over heels for Professor Weasley and you'll do anything to protect her."

"Yeah, Ollie, it's plan as can be," Beatrice said. "Why don't you just come out and announce your engagement?"

Oliver sighed. Beatrice was constantly hoping he would get married so she could be a bridesmaid. Juliet said, "They'll announce their engagement when they're ready."

 Helena added, "You need to behave yourself, Bea, you don't want to scare Professor Weasley off like you scared Katie off."

Oliver laughed. Only Ophelia knew that Katie was their cousin. After Lily and James died, Julie Wood had stopped telling her children about her sisters. As far as her younger five daughters knew, the Bells and Spinnets were just close family friends. While Juliet may not have been as good at Arithmancy as he and Helena were, she was his favorite sister because she wasn't ditzy and boy-obsessed. Maria was pretty cool too but she was so much younger. But he'd taught her to ride a broomstick and play Quidditch.

Beatrice moaned. "I didn't scare Katie off. Ollie did that by himself. I mean, who would want to date Ollie?"

"I can think of plenty of girls who would want to date Oliver," Juliet retorted.

"And stop calling me 'Ollie,'" Oliver begged his sisters. "I hate being called that name. I know Sirius Potter calls me that but he's only sixteen months old. You girls are old enough that you can say Oliver and I would really appreciate it if you would call me by the name Mum and Dad gave me when I was born. So, call me Oliver or I'll get you."

Beatrice and Helena both moaned in unison. They had called Oliver "Ollie" for years. They didn't know what they would do to tease their older brother if they couldn't call him Ollie. Oliver was over a foot taller than all of his younger sisters. They were short, slender. Well, Fred Weasley had once described Beatrice and Helena as short, skinny little wimps with dishwater blonde hair. It was, to be totally honest, an apt description. They were both about five feet tall, if that, and many people thought they were anorexic. And their hair really was the color of dirty dishwater. Maria and Juliet were prettier though. They were both healthily petite with golden blonde hair. Oliver often wondered how he had dark brown hair and brown eyes while his sisters had blonde hair and blue eyes.

Two days later, the letter Oliver had sent to the press was all over the front page of every wizarding newspaper in England. The Daily Prophet had the headline "Former Puddlemore Keeper Admits to Fathering Virginia Weasley's Child."

Oliver Wood has spent the past eight years playing professional Quidditch for Puddlemore United. At the end of last season, he retired and began teaching Arithmancy at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Virginia Weasley gave birth to a baby girl, Calandra Rose Weasley, on March 31 of this year. The child's father was unknown and many in the wizarding community wondered who he was. Many fingers were pointed at Miss Weasley's ex-boyfriend Colin Creevey. However, recently, an unidentified source began telling various press organs that it was Oliver Wood who was the girl's father. Giving credence to that argument was the fact that Wood and Weasley were frequently seen in public in the past few months.

Yesterday, Wood confirmed the rumors with a letter he sent to all the press organs in England.

To whom it may concern:

For many months now, many people have been speculating as to who is Calandra Weasley's father. In more recent months, rumors have placed that title on my shoulders. They were correct in doing so although I do not know how they learned of this.

I was unaware that Ms. Weasley was pregnant and had I known, I would have returned to her as soon as I found out. As it is, I am trying to make up for lost time with Ms. Weasley and our child. As Ms. Weasley and I are currently trying to work out our relationship, we would very much appreciate it if the press would leave us alone.

Sincerely,

Oliver T. Wood

The rest of the day, Oliver and Ginny heard whispers about them. Ginny noticed students in all her classes who were passing notes and whispering when they thought she wasn't looking. She sighed but didn't say anything because she figured it would die down in a few days. Also, she had put a charm on the room so that all non-class related notes would suddenly be translated into Old Church Slavonic, which she knew for a fact none of her students could read. This significantly decreased the note passing after a few minutes.

Oliver discovered that most of his female students were looking at him completely differently now. He understood why, too. Instead of being a single teacher who was probably dating Professor Weasley, he was a teacher who was definitely dating Professor Weasley and was the father of her child. Many of them didn't spend class staring at him but rather actually paying attention to the course. It was a first but not exactly a first he minded. He would prefer that his students paid attention to what he was teaching instead of his body.

That evening, Oliver walked into his girlfriend's office with Callie on his hip. "Milady, I have come to return our daughter to her rightful mother."

Ginny reached out her arms for her daughter and kissed Callie's forehead. "Were you good for Oliver? Hmm, was my little Callie angel good for the wonderful Oliver?"

"She was a perfect angel," Oliver assured her. "She was a sweetheart. She took a nap for about two hours and then she just wanted to practice sitting up, in my lap of course."

"Of course," Ginny said with a smile. "Callie wouldn't want to sit up in a crib or on the floor when she could sit up in Oliver's lap. She's a smart little girl."

Oliver kissed Ginny's cheek. "She's an amazing girl. She's so much easier to deal with than my students. Most days, my female students just want to sit and stare at my body instead of taking notes. Well, today they weren't interested in my body, which I appreciated."

"What's wrong with your body?" Ginny asked. "I think it's a very nice body. You and I need to go swimming more often."

Oliver shook his head. "Woman, I want to be known for my brains not for my body!"

"You have a beautiful brain," she teased. "You just also have a beautiful body."

Oliver smiled. "You know, it would be so much easier to kiss you right now if you weren't holding Callie."

"Sorry, Charlie," she said. "You know the rules. Callie comes first; you come second. I love you but I love her more."

Oliver smiled. "I know. It's just hard sometimes."

"You'll have to live with it. My daughter is my first priority."

"I could just kill Michael Corner some days," Oliver muttered under his breath.

Ginny stroked his shoulder soothingly with her free hand. "It's all right, Oliver. I'm fine. Callie and I are very happy especially now that you're in our lives. Callie says she thinks you are her daddy."

Oliver kissed Callie's little button of a nose. "Well, I think of her as my daughter despite the fact that I've never been with her mother like that."

"And if you ever are, it'll be because you're married to her mother," Ginny replied. "I don't need any more little surprises. I love this one but I'd prefer that I had the rest of my children after I was married."

Oliver took a step back. He nodded slowly. "All right, I respect that and I understand where you're coming from."

"Thank you," she said softly. "Thanks for always understanding this stuff. I know it has to be hard for you and most guys wouldn't put up with this but it's just the way I need things to be right now. Callie's only six months old and I need to look out for her above all else. But Oliver, I do love you. You are the second most important person in my life."

Oliver nodded. "I love you too, Ginny. But I do understand why things need to be this way. I love you enough to accept this because I love your daughter too. I know we need to take things slowly and I'm going to work with that."

Then he found a way to kiss her on the lips even with Callie in her arms.

A/N: okay, so this is shorter than usual but as you know if you read my note in the last chapter you know that I'm leaving on vacation tomorrow. I have to be at the airport at seven in the morning, which means I have to get up at five. GRRRRRRRRRR! Well, please review and I hope you like this very sappy and strange chapter.