A/N: Still not owning HP, but I'll keep working on changing that. Bookworm12, thanks a million.
Oliver looked at Ginny. She was sitting at a desk with her head in her hands. He was standing in the doorway with Callie on his hip. He'd been standing there for over ten minutes but she had yet to notice him. She was staring at a pile of papers on her desk but at the same time, it was as if she couldn't see them. He cleared his throat. She jumped and looked at him. "Oliver!" she said. "Callie! How long have you two been standing there?"
Oliver smiled as he walked into the room. "Just a few minutes," he lied. He sat down opposite her and settled Callie in his lap. "What's on your mind?" he asked.
She held up the two papers she'd been staring at. "This, it's the most recent second year charms test. This test," she said waving the test in her left hand. "This is your sister's test. And the other test is Janna Madden's test. They're best friends and they sit right next to each other. And they have the exact same answers. There were thirty questions on the test and they each only got twenty correct."
Oliver took the two papers from Ginny and looked at them. She was right; it did look as though Beatrice had cheated off Janna. Janna was much smarter than Beatrice and everyone knew it. "Oh gosh," he muttered. "Mum and Dad are going to kill Beatrice when they find out about this. It's not bad enough that Helena is pregnant but now Beatrice is cheating on exams. Ginny, you're not the only teacher to talk to me about this. Grandmum talked to me about it earlier today. Other teachers have talked to me about it recently. I have no clue what I'm going to do about this."
"I'm going to send an owl to your parents and I'm meeting with Janna and Beatrice after the holidays to talk to them about this. They're leaving tomorrow so I have no choice but to wait until January."
"When are you sending the owl to my parents?" Oliver asked.
"That's what I'm debating," Ginny said. "In some ways, I don't want to do that until after I talk to Beatrice and Janna and I'm sure of what's going one but in other ways I'd like your parents to talk to them first. I'm not sure what I should do."
Oliver looked at the baby in his lap. "Callie, what do you think your mum should do? Should she tell my parents about my sister cheating now or after Christmas holidays?"
Callie smiled and gurgled. Oliver looked in the baby's mouth. "When did she start cutting that tooth?"
"Just in the past week," Ginny said. "She hasn't been sleeping much lately because her gums are hurting so much. But back to the Beatrice situation, what should you do?"
"Well, Grandmum is talking to her now," Oliver said thinking aloud. "If you want to, you could talk to her tomorrow morning before she leaves and then send an owl to my parents. And don't worry about ruining Beatrice's holiday; it's going to be quite miserable as it is."
"Why?" Ginny asked.
"While I spend the holiday with your lovely family, Viola, Maria, Beatrice, and Juliet will spend it with my dad's parents. Ophelia will be with her boyfriend," Oliver's eyes were filled with something akin to anger. "I don't like my little sisters dating."
"Oliver, you have to let them grow up some time. You can't let them be five years old forever. But then I'm the one with brothers who will defend my honor with violence. The only woman I know with brothers who are worse than mine is Maya. Maya's brothers were ready to kill Charlie when he was dating Maya."
Oliver sighed. "You women all stick together. Now, I want you to talk to Bea before she leaves. She needs to get her act together and if she thinks she's going to get away with something like this, she's got something else coming to her. That girl needs to get her act in order."
Ginny could hear the anger in his voice. "Oliver, she's twelve years old. Go easy on her. You can't expect her to be an adult overnight."
"She's cheating in her classes. She's not doing her own work and you want me to go easy on her. I'll be back." With that, Oliver handed Callie to Ginny and walked out of the room.
Oliver walked into his grandmother's office to find her grading a stack of papers. "Where's Beatrice?" he asked.
"She left about five minutes ago," she said. "Of course she has a month of detention after the holidays. What's bothering you, Oliver?" Minerva McGonagall-Dumbledore took off her glasses and looked at her grandson. He seemed upset. "Oliver, sit down and talk to me."
Oliver sat down opposite his grandmother and told her everything. He told her how Beatrice was cheating in five of her classes. He told her how this whole situation with Helena was driving him crazy. He told her how he was in love with Ginny and it was just taking up his entire being. All he wanted to do was strangle his sisters and be with Ginny. He was amazed at how patiently his grandmother listened to him. She just sat there and listened.
When Oliver was done talking, his grandmother looked at him. "Oliver," she said slowly. "What I'm about to say, I don't wait to say. But it needs to be said. Beatrice is going to be expelled. If she is cheating in five classes, then she must be expelled. She admitted to me when she was in here earlier that she is indeed cheating and therefore she must leave. She's packing now and I'll take her to see your grandfather shortly. I wish I didn't have to do this but I'm going to do it anyway. Oliver, just go to your room and go to bed. I'll deal with this with your parents soon."
Oliver nodded and went over to his grandmother. She hugged him and kissed his cheek. "Oliver, everything will work out," she whispered. "True love always finds a way."
The next morning, Beatrice walked into her brother's office. Oliver was packing his trunk for Christmas with the Weasleys. "Oliver," she said choking back tears. "Oliver, Mum and Dad are going to kill me. I've been expelled from Hogwarts. Helena didn't even get expelled for getting pregnant. I'm the first person in Wood family history to get expelled from Hogwarts."
And the only person in Hogwarts history to be expelled by her own grandparents, Oliver thought to himself. To his sister he said, "I'm very sorry about this, Bea."
His sister looked at him and said, "I know what you're thinking. You're sorry but you think I got what I had coming to me. And you know what Mum is going to say to me. She'll say, 'Beatrice, this is all your fault. If you had done your own work and not cheated off of Janna, this wouldn't have happened to you. Oliver and Ophelia never did anything like this.' Then she'll go off on a long rant directed at Helena and me about how we've both done something that is very wrong and neither Oliver nor Ophelia would ever do anything like this. Oliver, why did you have to be perfect? Couldn't you have done something wrong while you were in school?"
"I did do something wrong," Oliver said. "Once I got into a fight with Professor McGonagall because she took Harry's broomstick away from him to make sure that it wasn't trying to kill him and I wanted to know when he could have it back."
"That's the worst thing you ever did?" Beatrice said. "You really were Mr. Good Boy. All you did was play Quidditch and do schoolwork. You dated Katie Bell for two years and were never unfaithful to you. Oliver, you two have gone down in Gryfinndor history as The Most Perfect Couple Ever. You were faithful to each other, you almost never argued, and you always made up within seven hours of a fight. Why on earth did you two break up?"
"Did it ever occur to you that being perfect isn't always fun?" Oliver said. "We were perfect but we weren't happy. Being the perfect couple wasn't what it was made out to be. We stopped loving each other as boyfriend and girlfriend and started loving each other as brother and sister. To this day, all that Katherine Theresa Bell-Weasley is to me is a sister. She's a sister I love very much but I love her as a sister. And it's Ginny that I love now."
Beatrice looked at her older brother. "I never knew that was why you broke up with Katie. I always assumed it was something dumb like your relationship couldn't survive if she had two more years of school and you were going off to play professional Quidditch. I thought that was so weird because everyone knows that you two could have fought your way through anything. You two seemed to love each other so much that I used to think you were going to marry her."
"Katie and I realized that we had more of platonic relationship," Oliver said. "And I'm not going to tell you the whole story because you're twelve years old and that's really too young. You're too young to understand this."
"That's what everyone says. Beatrice, you're too young too understand this. I hate this!" Beatrice started yelling. "I'm too young to understand the consequences of what's happening to Helena. That's what McGonagall says, that's what Mum and Dad say, that's what you say, and I even went and asked your stupid girlfriend to explain it to me and she bloody said I was too young! Why am I too young? Why does everyone say that?"
"Probably because it's true," Oliver stated flatly. "You are too younger to understand what all of this means for the rest of Helena's life. You think you're mature but you're not done growing up. You're only twelve and you have plenty of life in front of you."
"I hate you!" Beatrice yelled, throwing a book at her brother. "Oliver Thomas Wood, I hate you and I never want to see you again in my entire life!"
The book Beatrice had hurled at Oliver hit him in the face, breaking his nose. Ginny walked in just as Beatrice walked out. She ran to his side as soon as she saw him clutching his face. "Oh, Oliver, are you all right?"
Sarcastically, he replied, "Oh, yes, Ginny, I'm absolutely wonderful. I've never felt better in my life. I've always wanted my twelve-year-old sister to break my nose."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "What I meant was would you like me to help you to the hospital wing? I really think you should have Madame Pomfrey look at that nose of yours. It's really ugly."
When they arrived in Madame Pomfrey's hospital wing a few minutes later, she looked at Oliver and said, "Great Caesar's ghost, Oliver, what on earth happened to your face? You never once did anything to that face of yours playing Quidditch so how on earth could you injure it as a teacher?"
"By sister threw a book at bee," Oliver said.
"Why on earth did your sister throw a book at you? And which sister was it?" Madam Pomfrey said, taking out her wand. "And please take your hands away from your face. This will just take a moment."
Oliver took his hands away from his face and let the nurse fix his nose magically. Then he said, "Beatrice broke my nose because apparently she hates me."
Ginny stroked his nose with her index finger. "You poor thing. Your twelve-year-old sister hates you. Your life is in utter shambles."
"Oh cut it out, Virginia Kathryn," Oliver said. "Stop teasing me. I have to finish packing if we're going to be at your mother's in time for dinner."
Ginny and Oliver walked out of the hospital wing and headed back to his office. "Where's Callie?" Oliver asked suddenly realizing that Ginny didn't have her daughter with her.
"Oh, she's with your grandmother," Ginny replied quickly. "I asked her to watch her while I packed."
"Callie is watching Grandmum?" Oliver joked. "Poor Callie, it sounds like an impossible job. I know I wouldn't volunteer for it."
"Okay, Oliver, that's beautiful. You wouldn't baby-sit your grandmother. I'm glad to hear that. She's a little old to need babysitting. Are you done packing?"
Oliver smiled at the sudden babble pouring out of Ginny's mouth. "Yes, I finished just before Bea's visit. Why do you ask?"
"Because I may have forgotten to tell you a few things about some of my brother's wives in the past few months," Ginny said bashfully. "And I need to catch you up on the latest news."
"Okay, what's up in the wonderful world of the Weasleys?" Oliver asked as they walked into his office. His grandmother was sitting on the desk holding Callie.
Professor McGonagall handed Callie to Ginny saying; "I couldn't find you in your office so we came in here."
"Beatrice broke my nose and we went to see Madam Pomfrey," Oliver explained quickly. "But my nose is all better now."
"That's good," Minerva said. "I wanted to wish you both a very Happy Christmas. You'll find your presents from Albus and me under the tree on Christmas morning."
Ginny gave Minerva a one-armed hug. "Thanks so much for watching Callie for me."
"It's my pleasure. She's a wonderful little girl, not half the trouble that boy was," Minerva was pointing to Oliver. "He was a holy terror. I used to watch him when his mother was a teacher here, but after Lily and James died there was no more of that. The family just fell apart for fear of what would happen to the rest of us."
Olive looked at his grandmother. "I never knew that before."
"Well, it was only for about five years and you were never really old enough to remember it but some times, the summer before Lily and James died, I would baby-sit you, Harry, the Bells, and the Spinnets at my summer house to give your parents some free time."
After Professor McGonagall left, Ginny looked at Oliver. "What did your mum teach when she taught here?"
Oliver smiled ironically. "She taught Arithmancy. She was the teacher before Professor Vector. She was the reason I was so good at it when I was a student here; she taught it to me before I even started at Hogwarts. She stopped teaching when Aunt Lily died. She said she wanted to spend more time with me. Then, three years later she started having the girls. So I'm not sure if she wanted to spend more time with me or if she wanted more kids."
Ginny smiled. "Well, being one of seven kids I can understand that theory. But I'm the baby and you're the oldest. You have six younger sisters and I have six older brothers. We're each other's exact opposite in that department."
Oliver smiled. "You're right. Well, we should get going if we're going to be at your mum's house in time for dinner. Oh, what did you need to tell me about your family news?"
"Oh¸ that," Ginny said. "Katie is six months pregnant and Alicia is four months pregnant."
"But they both just had babies in April!" Oliver said. "Maggie's eight months old and that means Katie got pregnant when Maggie was two months old. That's so weird."
"Well, to quote Bill, Fred moves fast."
Fifteen minutes later, Oliver, Ginny, Callie, and their luggage appeared in the Weasleys' kitchen fireplace. They stepped into the kitchen and heard Katie Weasley say, "Well, it's about time you two got here. We've been wondering if you were going to come at all. Dinner's ready and everyone's waiting for you."
"It's nice to see you too, Katie," Oliver said.
A/N: Okay, sorry it took so long to get this one up. I've been busy. Plus I'm not sure I want to continue it. My muses are more interested in writing an Oliver/Katie fic. One where there not related of course.
