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Of Quidditch and Sarcasm

By: TheDuchessofDarkness

Chapter Two

"How long are you staying this time, Oliver?" Collin asked later that night as we were all eating dinner. "Because I've been thinking about this a lot lately-"

"You've been thinking?" Hera interrupted.

"No. Let me finish. Oliver, I've been thinking that you're not here enough. It's a damn shame that you and Ginny have to spend so much time apart, when you two are obviously crazy about each other."

He looked at me and smiled, "Well, I've got one important thing to do here, and then I'm afraid I have to report back to training." Oliver scratched his head. "We've got a group of rookies coming in this season, and we need to train them before the season starts."

"I didn't know you were leaving so soon," I said.

He took a sip of his wine, "I didn't either, but Davidson just owled me this morning while you were out. Where were you by the way? You were gone for quite some time."

I heard Hera or Emmy choke on their drink. Thoughts began swarming around my head on what I was really doing. Draco and his amazing body. Nearly breaking the couch. Buttons flying off of Draco's shirt.

"So much for not wanting to see me till Wood leaves," Draco said in between kisses.

"Shut-up," I muttered as Draco lifted my shirt above my head.

"I went and visited my mother. I haven't seen her in a while," I finally said.

I looked over the rim of my glass and saw Hera shaking her head at me. What did she expect me to say? Oh I was shagging Draco Malfoy. And just pass it off as no big deal? I hardly think that Oliver would find it as 'No Big Deal'.

"Oh! And how is your mother? I've been meaning to owl her. Since I talked to your dad a couple of days ago, I've wanted to catch up with her."

"You talked to my dad? When?" I asked.

He looked down at his salad and began picking at it, "Oh you know. I was just down at the Ministry making a few stops, and I ran into you dad."

"And knowing your father, I'm sure Oliver literally ran into him," Collin added.

Instantly, Hera slapped Collin on the back of the head, "Shut up."

"What? It's only the truth! Every time Ginny's father gets a new muggle contraption, he gets so excited he could run into a wall," Emmy piped in.

"Hey, at least my father has a hobby!"

"He does have a hobby! But you don't stay long enough at our family dinners to know what that is! Tell me Ginny, why do you always leave my family dinners early?"

"She leaves early so she can come to my place! You're family is boring," Collin said.

"Yeah! Well my father can't exactly have a hobby, because he's dead!" Hera said sternly.

Silence then settled on the table. Emmy was shaking her head at the stupidity Hera possessed. I looked over at Oliver who had his face buried in his hands. I reached over and placed my hand on his back.

"I'm sorry about all this," I whispered into his ear.

Shaking his head he said, "No. Don't be, I knew fully well that there would be at least one row tonight with all four of you here. It's actually good that they are fighting, it means they are enjoying themselves."

"Why don't we just skip desert and go somewhere?" I suggested.

"Well I wanted to take you out dancing, but I don't know if I they are willing to go out again," he said, tilting his head towards Emmy, Hera, and Collin, who were talking, quite animatedly.

"How 'bout we just go for a walk?"

"I'm really sorry about dinner. I know you wish that they were more civilized sometimes," I said as we walked down the street.

Oliver laced his fingers through mine and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of my hand. "Ginny, I love your roommates, you know that. Every meal we have with them always is a dinner and a show."

I smiled. "Not everyone thinks they're as entertaining as you."

"Well who would that be?"

In all the time I've spent with Oliver, he's never once said anything about my roommates. He thinks they're all loveable, and interesting. He wouldn't have them any other way. He says the guys on the team aren't half as fun as them. Draco says that they are annoying and need to get real jobs instead of working at stores and restaurants.

"My God, it's only September but you would think it was January with this freezing weather. But those friends of yours, I don't even know why we bother to invite them along with us," Draco said as we walked out of the club. "Every bloody time, they always get in a cat fight and get us thrown out! You'd think they'd grow up once they hit twenty."

I laced my arm through Draco's, "Just because you were forced to grow up when you were twenty because you inherited a very successful and expensive company, doesn't mean that the world grew up with you. I mean look at Harry for example. The guy had to save the wizarding world and grow up when he was eleven!"

He snorted, "I will not compare myself with Potter or any of his cronies. It still amazes me that you were once in love with the guy."

"We've been over this before. It was an infatuation. Come on, he was practically the first guy I saw that wasn't one of my brothers. And with those eyes? How could I possibly not be infatuated with him?"

"So I take it eyes are your weakness?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, I'm a sucker for them. After staring at my ugly brown eyes for twenty-one years you are fascinated with different eye colors."

He squeezed my arm gently, "You know, after staring at my dull, grey, eyes for twenty-two years, I don't think brown is so bad."

I looked up at him, "Is Draco Malfoy paying me a compliment? Quick call the Prophet, this is a monumental moment in history!"

"I've given you loads of compliments before!" He stopped walking and looked down at me.

"I hate being short," I muttered under my breath.

I looked up at him and stared into his steel, grey eyes. The man just had such confidence and was so sure of who he was, and what he was going to do with his life. I envied him on every aspect of this.

"Say something," I whispered, putting my toes together, but still keeping the eye contact.

He remained silent. The only time Draco didn't talk was when he had food in his mouth, or was insanely pissed off. Judging by his features, I didn't think he was pissed off. And I knew for sure that he didn't have food in his mouth. I looked down at my feet and began to shuffle them against the concrete sidewalk.

"It's cold," I said, now noticing for the first time the freezing temperature.

Then I felt his warm fingers gently lift my chin up. Once again, I was greeting by those intoxicating grey eyes. We stood like that for several minutes. The noise of the city seemed to evaporate around us, and the only two people that existed in that moment was us. No Pansy or Oliver. No roommates. Just Draco and myself. Slowly, his lips covered mine, and we were completely shut out from the world.

"Oh, Ron. He thinks they're all mental. But what he doesn't realize is that his wife is a missing a few screws," I said.

Oliver chuckled, "Yeah, never quite understood how he and Luna got together. Granted, I don't know either very well."

"Well, see my theory is that they're both so oblivious to the outside world, that they are a perfect match. They are free to do whatever they enjoy doing. That might explain why they already have three kids after three years of marriage."

"Giving your parents a run for their money, eh?"

I nodded, smiling, "Hey. Since we skipped out on desert, do you think that we could go someplace?"

Oliver kissed my hand and nodded, "Of course."

"Ginny, I still don't understand how you can be so in love with vanilla ice cream! It's boring," Oliver said.

"Yes, but according to research, it is still the most popular ice cream flavor!" I said sticking my tongue out at him.

"Yes, well I still feel that kiwi-lime is the best flavor."

"Yeah, if you're an old man who has to squash his fruit to a nice cream because you can't chew."

He narrowed his eyes when he looked at me, but then offered a nice smile as he began to spoon out his ice cream. I had a feeling that I had one that 'argument'. I know he always let's me win, but winning is winning after all. I smiled brightly at him.

"You want to know how victory tastes?" I said holding my ice cream cone out to him.

He kept his mouth in a thin line, and shook his head. Could he be any cuter? The hazel green eyes, that light brown, wavy hair. His fantastically sculpted body. I walked over to him and stuck the cone in his face, naturally he resisted. This continued on till I finally smashed a little of the cone onto his lips.

"Oh I am so sorry! Here let me get that for you!"

"Oh no you don't woman! I've known you for too long, and in case you've forgotten, you did this on our first date." He pointed to the ice cream parlor behind me.

I turned away from him and looked at the building. Indeed it was where we had our first date. And I had smashed ice cream in his face then to get a good snog. Embarrassed I turned back to face him.

"You want to know something Ginny? Collin made a good point tonight. Us being apart so much, it's not very fair to you," he said, wiping his face with a handkerchief.

I nodded my head, unsure of where he was going with this.

"I've been thinking a lot about you lately actually. I don't know if our living arrangement is the best thing for us right now."

"Well I think it's kind of working out nicely, I mean I'm happy, aren't you happy?"

"Not exactly," he said shoving his hands in his pockets.

I felt like I was going to throw up. Here it comes, the big break-up. He's finally realized that the age difference is horrendous, that I'm too immature, and that he should be with someone more beautiful, smarter, and who has a better job than me.

"Well, why did you keep me in the dark? I mean I would have liked to know what you thought once in a while. We are in a relationship after all. These are the kind of things we should talk to each other about."

He put a finger to my lips, and pulled his left hand from his pocket. He held up a diamond ring and smiled at me.

"Ginny, I can't stand the thought of being away from you, knowing that any minute, some guy can snatch you up. I don't think that I can live my life without you. I'm unhappy, because I don't want you to be my girlfriend anymore, I want you to be my wife. You're an amazing woman, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

"Are you sure you want to marry me?"

Oliver laughed, "Of course, I wouldn't be asking you if I didn't."

"Well, you know that a lot of people end up getting divorces these days. They say nothing lasts," I said.

He took my hand and slipped the, what looked like a two-karat, diamond ring on my finger.

"I love you, Ginny. And that's not going to change."

"I love you, too. Oliver, I really do love you," I whispered.

"So is that a yes?" he asked, smiling.

"Of course!" I yelled and flung my arms around him. He grabbed my waist and spun me around on the sidewalk, earning us a few concerned stares from passersby.

"That's why I went and saw your father, I couldn't live with myself if I didn't even ask to marry his only daughter. You're parents have been really good to me these past few years."

"You know they love you right? Mum even said that even though she couldn't get me to be with Harry, she's glad I found you. Perfect, I believe, was the word she described you with."

He laughed, "Well then, it's a good thing I'm joining the family. But there is some bad news," he said seriously. "Remember that training camp I told you about? Well, it's going to be for three months. No breaks."

"Well I'll come with you then," I said, as if it were the simplest solution in the world.

"Ginny, they're going to be working us like dogs. I'll only be able to sleep and play Quidditch for three months. I don't want to drag you all the way out to Scotland just so you can sit in a hotel waiting for me to come back and sleep."

"I'll be fine really," I said.

"Ginny I promise that right when I get back we'll get married. While I'm gone you can plan the wedding. It's the perfect plan. I won't let you down, okay?"

I nodded my head, the looked down at the ground. This would give me the chance to break everything off with Draco. Oliver would never have to find out, we would still be as perfect as we are now.

"Hey," he said, tilting my chin upwards. I looked in his eyes, and for a split second I could have sworn I saw those steel-grey eyes. "We've waited this long, what's a few more months? We've got the rest of our lives to spend together."

And I believed him. With every fiber in my body, I believed the words that came out of Oliver's mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He pulled his wand out from his pocket and apparated us back to my place.

"Do you have any secrets from me?" I whispered to Oliver, later that night in bed.

He stroked my arm delicately, "What do you mean?"

"Secrets. Things you don't tell me. Big, bad things that could ruin our relationship if you told me."

"No, Ginny, I don't have any secrets from you."

"Well, if somehow down the road, you got a secret, would you tell me?"

"Ginny? What are you talking about?"

I shook my head. I was being silly, of course Oliver didn't have secrets from me. I was the one who was keeping things from him.

"It's nothing. Just a little nervous about all of this."

He stopped stroking my arm and took my hands in his, "Ginny, what do I have to do to convince you that I love you, and only you?"

I felt the tears fall slowly down my cheeks, and he was there to brush them away. He kissed away my tears, whispering 'I love you' over and over. And I knew that he did.

That night with Oliver had to be the happiest day I can remember. Amazing as it sounds, we didn't have sex that night. Instead, Oliver just held onto me, never once letting go the whole night. How could anyone match up to this? This man was there by my side whenever I needed him, just a smile from him could turn my whole day around. As I fell into sleep that night, I couldn't help but think of what Draco would say when he found out I was engaged.

When I woke up the next morning, I found the space next to me empty. Disappointment washed over me and I flung the sheets back. Resting on my bedside table was a piece of parchment and a single gardenia. I quickly grabbed the parchment and ripped open the wax seal, of course, a snitch. The man was obsessed.

Ginny,

I'm sorry to leave without saying good-bye, but you looked so beautiful that I couldn't wake you up. There aren't enough words to say how blissful, yes blissful, you made me last night. I don't think I can remember a happier time than that. Well, winning the House Cup in seventh year comes close. I'm sorry I can't be there with you when you're making wedding preparations.

I love you, Ginny. But I love you isn't good enough, not for you. You've given me so much these past two years, and I feel like I'll be working my whole life to make you just half as happy as you have made me.

I'll floo you as soon as I can.

Love your Fiancé (that's got a pretty nice ring to it, eh?),

Oliver

P.S. Just think, you're initials are going to stay the same! What a bonus!

I couldn't help but smile to myself. Marrying Oliver would be the best decision I would ever make. I felt better all ready. I walked over to my desk and pulled out of fresh sheet of parchment. I needed to make a list of things I was going to do while he was gone. After finding my quill, I dipped the feather into my bottle of ink.

Things To Do While Oliver is Away:

Plan the Wedding

Get time off for honeymoon

Was there even going to be a honeymoon? I mean, it's not like I was a virgin or anything, so the whole purpose of the honeymoon was lost right there. But on the other hand, a good week or two of nothing but sex didn't seem so bad either.

Stop partying

Stop drinking large amounts of liquor

Stop seeing Draco

The last one hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn't have to stop seeing him. He was my friend after all. He treated me like a nuisance, and I did the same. There wasn't anything there to jeopardize my relationship with Oliver. I looked at the ring on my left hand and watched it twinkle in the sunlight. Ginny Wood. Not the best name out there, but when you think about the husband, an international Quidditch star, if he had the last name Cocks I wouldn't mind that either.

"Do you realize what time it is, Ginny?" Emmy said when I walked into the living room after taking a shower.

"Yeah I know. Oliver and I were up late last night talking."

Hera moved over and made room for me on the couch, "Is that what you two are calling it these days?"

"Oh shut up for you information, we were talking. You would have heard us if we were having sex."

"So I take it you two had a big nig-" Emmy stopped mid-sentence and grabbed my left hand. "Is that an engagement ring!"

I smiled and nodded, "Yes!"

Almost immediately, I was grabbed into a bone crushing hug. She asked how he proposed and naturally, I didn't leave a single detail out.

"Man. You're living a fairy tale Ginny. It's not everyday that someone gets married to an international icon. You really lucked out."

I snorted, "Yeah, every girl loves seeing their boyfriends about twenty times in their two year courtship."

"Twenty times! You've seen him more than that! You wouldn't be marrying him if you barely knew him!"

"I didn't say that I barely knew him! I said that I barely see him! We owl each other constantly, and talk through flew at least three times a week. I love him."

Hera crossed her arms, "We never said you didn't."

"Have you told Draco yet? I'd imagine he's going to go mental when he finds out."

I shook my head, "Why would he get upset? He's still got one girlfriend after all. Now he can be the ever faithful boyfriend that pug-faced Parkinson thinks he is."

"One thing that I don't understand, Ginny, is that you are constantly bashing on this Pansy girl. What has she ever done to you? You're not jealous of her are you?" Emmy asked as she flipped the pages of Witch Weekly.

"Me? Jealous? Why would I be? I have Oliver and everything I've ever dreamed of with him. Let Pansy have Draco and be miserable with him for the rest of her life."

Hera let out a sigh of relief, "Good, because if you had passed up Oliver to be with Draco, we would have never been able to forgive you. Draco's not someone you choose over a Prince Charming like Oliver, even if he has more money than he knows what to do with."

I didn't expect her words to hurt as much as they did. There was no doubt that it would be stupid to choose Draco. But for some reason it bothered me that my friends thought Draco was a terrible match for me. Draco was like my other half. I could tell him more things than I could tell Oliver. When I was around him, I could be who I really was. Sure he would tease me to no end, but that's how our friendship was. Brutally honest.

"Speaking of Draco, he flooed while you were asleep. He wants you to come over when you can," Hera said.

"How exactly am I supposed to break it to him that I am engaged?"

"Well you two are 'Just Friends' right? If so, then he should be happy for you."

My insides lurched. Despite what I told everyone, I knew that Draco and I were far from being 'Just Friends'.

"Yeah, we're just friends, that's it. I'll even invite him to the wedding!" I said.

"Then you two can finally come out and hang out together around Oliver," Emmy said dryly.

"Don't kid yourself, Ginny."

Not wanting to hear anymore from my ever so supportive friends, I took some floo powder from the jar on the fireplace mantel, and threw it into the fire.

"Malfoy Manor!"

Author's Note: Okay! So I gave some fluff of Draco, showing that it's really not all just about sex for them. This should be the last of Oliver that we see for a while. So what's up next is nothing but Draco and Ginny loving goodness! Well as usual please review! Thanks to Alicandra Black, londonlover2, neni potter, blondie90, and miss.bell2009 for the reviews!