Well, that was an… interesting book! I won't say anything just in case some of you haven't read it yet but I'm open for discussion with anyone who has! Find my e mail on my page if you want to get in touch! Now onto the story! The new book will not influence this story as it is set WAY after Harry's seventh year and anything can happen! There are new characters in this chapter! They are based around some of my friends (they wanted in on the action) so if there are any weird words or phrases, you now know what I have to put up with on a day to day basis! Oh yeah, Charlie is the only one who really is Scottish!

As soon as Oliver apparated at his training ground, he realised that he hadn't showered. His shoulders fell as he realised just how bad he smelt, the previous evening had really taken its toll. He hurried through the changing rooms and onto the pitch. Luckily, everyone was already in the air so no one would be able to smell him until they had all become hot and sweaty after the intense training session.

Oliver hovered in front of his goalposts for over four hours, making spectacular save after spectacular save, greatly irritating the chasers on his team.

"Oi! Oli! What's got into you! Since when have you been on form this early in the morning?" A girl's voice hollered over the wind which slammed against each player's ears.

Oliver chuckled to himself and threw the quaffle back into the game. He was feeling so elated at the prospect of telling his team-mates that he was about to become a father and it seemed to be improving his performance ten fold. He eased off on the chasers and allowed them to practice their new formations.

When everyone had returned to the ground, Oliver had hardly broken a sweat but the three chasers were heavily panting and supporting themselves on their brooms. Simi, Abigail and Georgie collapsed onto the ground. Simi's jet black hair and dark skin was glistening with sweat as she lay spread eagled on her back.

"Some days Oliver you have so much bloody stamina I wish I was your husband."

Abi and Georgie chuckled, too tired to laugh properly.

"Don't let Seamus Finnigan hear you say that!" Oliver smirked as he held out one of his strong arms to help Simi up. "He'd be out to get me!" Abi and Georgie were lifted by the two beaters, Charlie and Matt.

Whenever Oliver looked at his team, he was scarily reminded of his old Gryffindor team. The three chasers were girls, Charlie and Matt were twins, and their seeker, James, was the youngest of the team with a very similar build to the thirteen year old Harry Potter, which was a strange thing to say about a twenty one year old Scotsman. The reserves really didn't play much, the team as a unit was too good. Usually, they would only come to practice twice a week and more nearing a match so today, on an early morning practice, they were not there.

After the three girls had been hoisted up, the team coach jogged over to them after securing away the trunk containing the balls. A/N: I could make a smutty innuendo but I'll leave that to you!

"Fantastic today everyone! Oliver, you were on fire! You have a secret behind your performance we should know about?"

Oliver turned a slight shade of pink as the team turned to look at him, a few eyebrows raised.

"Well, I was going to tell you sooner or later so why not now? Percy's going to have a baby."

"Jinkies!" Abi cried.

"Shazzam!" Yelled James, punching the air.

"AWW! Oli!" Came a squeak from Georgie.

There was a simultaneous whoop from Charlie and Matt. The coach, Simon, hurried forward and shook Oliver's hand animatedly.

"Congratulations my boy!" He yelled in his gruff Scottish accent.

Oliver was beaming like a child who had just learnt how to ride a bike without stabilisers. The team took it just as he had expected them to. Nothing was weird to them any more. If Oliver Wood, Quidditch's most eligible STRAIGHT bachelor could be love struck by a red haired, skinny, not forgetting, MALE Weasley, anything could happen! Along with his team-mates and coach, they trudged to the changing rooms where the girls and boys separated and the coach went to sort out something to do with the uniforms.

When Oliver and his male companions were in their shower area, they stripped off and clambered into already hot and steamy showers. Oliver was grateful for the hot, relaxing jet of water that was washing off the grime and sweat that had accumulated from the night before and the practice that had followed. He grabbed a bar of soap and began to rub the suds all over his tanned, toned body.

"So when did you find out Oliver?" James yelled over the noise of the running water. It was obviously James, he hadn't got a Scottish accent like the rest of the men on the team.

"Day before yesterday! I would have told you yesterday but we had the family round!"

There was a collective groan then bold, raucous laughter.

"Unlucky mate!" James called again.

"Tell ya what mate! Bring Perce out tonight for a celebration drink!" Matt called in his very thick accent.

"Ill ask him, he might be a bit tired!"

There was another whoop, courtesy of the twins. Oliver rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Percy?" Oliver called happily as he apparated home. He ambled into the kitchen and glanced out of the window, seeing Percy sitting on a wooden bench on the lawn, talking on the phone. Oliver conjured some fresh clothes and dumped his robes in the washing basket, yawning widely. Oliver waved to Percy through the window and he acknowledged Oliver with a smile and a sweet little wave back. He stood up and quickly finished his conversation before trotting back up to the house. He hopped through the front door and bounced into the kitchen. Oliver smiled, surprised at his husband's behaviour.

"Someone's happy." He said as Percy practically jumped into his arms.

"Hi Oliver!" Percy chirped as he planted a kiss on Oliver's nose.

"Who was on the phone? Whoever it was put you in an un-naturally good mood!"

"Oh that was only mum for at least the fifth time today." Percy groaned, smiling. "I got a letter from my uncle, you know, the one who had a baby with his husband?"

"Yeah I know, what did he say?" Oliver asked, smiling simply because Percy was.

"Well, he's going to come over next week and see us and he's going to bring Emily so we can see how we'd get on with a child around! We can't exactly go to the mother-baby classes can we?" Percy said giggling.

"Oh I don't know, we could just put you in a dress, no one would know the difference." Oliver commented off hand as he led Percy to the table. Percy simply pouted in fake annoyance at his husband as he sat down on a cushioned wooden chair. Oliver poured himself and his husband a glass of dry white wine and sat at the table too.

"Perce? Do you want to go out tonight for a celebration with the team and the old Hogwarts lot?" Oliver asked taking a sip of wine. "They all want to see you."

Percy considered for a few moments.

"Well, we have an appointment as St Mungos tomorrow, its quite early so I don't know if I want to get too tired tonight."

"Okay Perce, but it would only be polite to go for half an hour, you know, to see everyone and let them congratulate you, otherwise they'll just keep bugging!" Oliver laughed. Percy smiled and accepted that compromise. He changed quickly into a plain blue shirt and jeans that complemented his skinny figure very well, and he and his husband set out for 'The Dragon's Spleen'.

Mmmm, Oliver being hot and sweaty after training, and male Quidditch player shower rooms just HAD to crop up in this story somewhere! Simi, I hope you liked the concept of going out with Seamus Finnigan, I know how you want him to 'give you some Irish!' Hehe! This wasn't up to my usual standard but I just wanted to make sure I didn't lose your interest! Please review, t'is always very encouraging! And if anyone was wondering, the 'shazzam' was contributed by Georgie who saw it on Sean's website.