Bonnie Eads was a quiet girl with brown curls and blue eyes. She was short and curvy, polite and tried not to be nosey, tried. She was employed as the secretary of one Percy Weasley in the ministry of magic, herself being 23 and Percy being 25. She'd be lying if she said he wasn't attractive although he wasn't her usual type. He was a good boss however as he gave her an extra long dinner break and more often then not, let her leave early too. He was a fast worker or so it seemed, punctual, and never had a day off. She'd heard other's discussing him in the break room once.

"He's never sick" Said a first,

"It's like he lives of Pepper-Up" From the second.

"Maybe he does.." A third person trailed off

"No.. he'd have steam coming out of his ears all the time if he did" The first.

"Oh.. Yeah" Third

"I wonder if he even knows what it's like to be sick" The second made an input again

"Ask Arthur, He'll know" The first didn't seem to stop talking

"Why Arthur?" It was the third again

"Because Arthur is called Mr Weasley" It was said sarcastically.

"Oh.. they share the same surname.. how cool. I wonder if they're related" Back to the third

"You've got to be kidding me" Muttered the second

"No.. I really do wonder if they are" Third again

Another person made a statement, chuckling slightly.

"We are related, Cindy. Percy's my son. And no, he's never had a sick day in his life. He's been sick, just never had the day off for it"

Bonnie was snapped out of her day dream by a clearing of a throat and she snapped blue eyes up to find a national sports star laughing at her. She blushed and instantly straightened, biting her lip. "May I help you Mr Wood?" She really hoped that Percy wouldn't be mad when this got back to him, she knew he liked to look as professional as possible. He was tall with dark brown eyes and hair of a similar colour. His jaw was strong and he was about as tall as Percy or at least she thought he was. He had broad shoulders and an equally broad chest, defined muscles and his sweater was made up of his team's colours, blue with a golden band across the chest.

"Aye, and please, call me Oliver" He smiled charmingly for a moment, chocolate brown eyes moving to a door on her left before they returned to her "Is this Mr Weasley's office?"

She looked at him for a moment with an uncertain expression and nodded, arm gesturing to the door "It's Mr Percy Weasley's Office. Mr Arthur Weasley's office can be found on the ..."

"Thanks, but I found the right Weasley" She nodded for a moment and watched as he fell silent, looking around her desk for a moment. He seemed to grin at something and chuckled. "Thank you, Miss.. ?"

"Bonnie, Bonnie Eads" She supplied.

"Thank you, Miss Eads" He moved towards Percy's door and paused for a moment, cocking his head to a side as he looked at her. "Nice calendar" He winked before he broke out into a belting laugh again and went through into Percy's office. She thought she heard Percy say something but was too busy wondering why he'd complimented her calendar. She turned her chair round and glanced up. She found herself blushing as a photograph played out Oliver Wood himself, stripping of his shirt and looking all too much like he'd rather keep it on and be anywhere but there.

She knew that Percy knew Oliver, he received Christmas cards and Birthday cards from the handsome quidditch captain, and often sent some in return. The man hadn't ever shown up at the office however, despite their friendship lasting for fourteen years.

She was certainly surprised to see the pair re-emerge a few minutes later, Oliver's arm slung around Percy's shoulders and his hand in a somewhat awkward angle, messing up Percy's coppery curls. Percy was slimmer then the Scott but it didn't stop him from playfully trying to trip him up. Bonnie gaped for a moment till Percy jumped away and Oliver somehow landed on his back, the red-head laughing from besides her desk.

"Bonnie, I'm going out for dinner to catch up with Oliver. Could you hold all my calls please?" She nodded hastily, eyes narrowing as Percy noticed her calendar and laughed.

Five minutes later she was left with a signed photograph of Oliver Wood, stripping off his shirt and looking like he'd rather be anywhere but in front of that calendar.


Author's Notes: Inspired by Merelyn's Blind date fiction.