"So who's idea was this exactly?" Harry asked as he watched Iris and Wood sending plates of food and drinks from the kitchen to the table.

"George's," they said in unison.

"But when you think about it, we never did have a housewarming," Oliver said, pausing for a moment.

"True. I suppose that's what this is, then," Iris said looking at him. Harry shook his head and walked over to the sofa, where he flopped down. He was still a bit tired from work, but at least it was only a half day. He'd take small victories.

"Ginny coming?" Iris called. Harry glanced over at her.

"Yea, she is," he said.

"How are things going with her?" Oliver asked. "Heard she signed with the Holyhead Harpies."

"She did. She's been training lately. Trying to get back in form," Harry called.

"My coach was hoping to coax her onto Puddlemere. Apparently there was a bit of a bidding war going on," Oliver replied.

"Lucky Harry. He'll get free tickets to all the Puddlemere AND Harpies' matches," Iris said, smiling.

"If I can get off work to even go to any of them," Harry said.

"Surely it'll let up by the time the season opens. It's not until May," Oliver said.

"Perhaps," he said. At that moment there was a knock at the door. Iris walked over to the corridor, glancing at the wireless on her way. The flat was suddenly full of lively music as she walked down towards the door. She opened it and found a grinning Angelina standing there with another woman who was a few inches shorter.

"Iris!" Angelina shouted as she threw her arms around her. Iris hadn't really gotten much of a chance to catch up with Angelina since Hogwarts, though Oliver had run into her a few times since they got back to London at the League's main offices in the Ministry.

"Good to see you Angelina," she said, grinning. She stepped back to let them in.

"This is a friend of mine from the Ministry, Audrey Parks. She's an Obliviator," Angelina said. Iris turned to Audrey and smiled warmly. The witch looked as though she was around Angelina and George's age and had long, wavy brown hair that cascaded down her back. She was dressed smartly and had friendly hazel eyes. Smiling, she held her hand out to Iris.

"It's nice to meet you," she said. "Angelina's said such wonderful things about you."

"It's nice to meet you as well," Iris said, shaking her hand. She glanced at Angelina, curious about what she could have said. She then motioned towards the living room. "Come on in and make yourselves at home."

"Crikey. This place is nice. Puddlemere paid a pretty penny for you, Wood," Angelina said as she walked in and took in the living room.

"Eh, it's decent enough. Didn't you oversee the new contracts anyway?" he asked, opening a beer.

"No, we leave that to the team owners. I've been working on stadium construction. Most of them were destroyed during the war," she said. Audrey walked in behind her and stopped when she saw Oliver.

"Ang, you didn't tell me we were coming to Oliver Wood's flat," she said, eyes wide.

"Didn't I?" Angelina asked as she walked towards an ice chest and pulled out a beer.

"No. You said we were going to Iris' flat," she said, still staring at Wood, who was now fidgeting slightly.

"I guess technically it's both our flat - though moreso his than mine," Iris said, walking from behind them and over to the table to check the food. Audrey shook her head and blushed slightly.

"Sorry about that. I'm a bit of a Quidditch fan," she apologized.

"It's no problem," Oliver said, stepping forward with his hand out. Audrey shook it. "Ehm, well yea, I'm Oliver. I actually played in Hogwarts with Angelina-"

"More like nearly killed me. He was captain and hell bent on winning the cup. Had us practicing so much we collapsed on a daily basis from exhaustion," Angelina said dramatically.

"Well, we did finally win. Besides, I heard you weren't much better your seventh year," he retorted.

"Whoever told you that?" Angelina asked innocently. Oliver glanced over at Harry, who had dozed off on the couch. Angelina laughed and shook her head.

"Anyway, this is my girlfriend Iris, who I'm assuming Angelina has mentioned," Oliver said. Audrey nodded.

"Well, to be honest, Iris is a bit of a hot topic around the Ministry," she said, looking over at the petite redhead.

"Really?" Iris asked, confused. She walked over to Oliver who was now at the island, pouring her a glass of wine.

"Shacklebolt's determined to get you at the Ministry in some form or another. So it was quite the gossip when you turned him down," she said. Iris laughed as Oliver handed the glass out to her.

"Well, I'm afraid he'll just have to give up. I'm quite happy working with George," she said before taking a sip.

"So it's true? He's finally reopening the shop?" Angelina asked. Iris nodded.

"We've been working on it for a few weeks now. Hoping to open the doors in November," she said. "You should stop by sometime and see. Still got a bit of work, but it's coming along nicely." Angelina smiled.

"I think I will," she said. Another knock sounded at the door. Iris looked at Oliver.

"I feel like I'm going to be doing this all night," she said, rolling her eyes. "Where is George?"

About an hour later, the living room was full of people, conversation and music. Oliver's entire team had shown up as did a few players from some of the other teams. Plus some brought dates. George invited several of his friends from Hogwarts, as did Harry and Ron. Iris had worried about the neighbors complaining, but Oliver assured her that he had already put a noise-blocking charm in place before anyone got there.

Iris was taking a break from conversation to refill her wine glass. She loved that the flat was full of laughter and friends, though she had to admit that at some point it might get to be a bit much. She still wasn't quite used to being surrounded by so many people at once. She wandered over to Angelina and Audrey, who were standing with Percy.

"All I'm saying is, it would be lovely if I could apparate directly to my office," Angelina said.

"I can't even believe you're asking me that, Angelina. You know I can't allow it," Percy said, rolling his eyes.

"But you're in charge of the magical transportation department now… and no one would have to know," she said, smiling sweetly.

"Of course they would know. It's the bloody Ministry of Magic. Everyone knows everything about everyone there," Audrey chimed in. Percy beamed at her, happy to find someone who understood the importance of rules. "Besides, why would you ask Percy Weasley of all people? He's not likely to bend any of the rules."

"Because of the giant stick up his arse," George sang as he walked by. Percy glared at his younger brother while Audrey and Angelina laughed.

"Only the minister can apparate in and out," Percy said, straightening his tie.

"And Iris," Oliver said, walking up next to her. Iris blushed slightly as everyone turned to look at her.

"I doubt that. They've put up the most advance charms and counter-protections," Percy said, studying Iris. He knew about some of her gifts, but Iris had never really gotten around to explaining the full story or gone into too much detail.

"Doesn't stop her," Oliver said, seemingly happy to brag. Iris took a large drink of her wine.

"So it's true," Audrey said, a look of awe coming across her face.

"What's true?" Iris asked innocently.

"Charms and enchantments don't work. You can appear wherever you like," Audrey said bluntly. Percy and Angelina looked at Audrey and then back at Iris. "Oh, come on. It's been all over the Ministry. Why else do you think Shacklebolt wants her so badly. She's got some ancient magic and all."

"I thought it was because she doesn't need a wand and is a metamorphmagus," Angelina said matter-of-factly. "Iris, just what are you holding back from us?" Iris smiled.

"Ehm, well… I do posses a few gifts…" she said, becoming slightly nervous with the attention.

"Oi! Oliver! Get your ruddy ass over here and bring that lovely lass of yours!" a voice shouted from across the room. Iris smiled in relief.

"Hosting duty calls," she said as they walked away.

"You are not getting away that easily, Iris Evans. You will spill," Angelina said as they walked away.

"You just opened Pandora's Box, Oliver," she said, looking up at him.

"Can't help but brag about how amazing you are, Red," he said with a cheeky grin. Iris rolled her eyes.

"There you are!" a man with light brown curly hair said. Iris smiled, immediately recognizing Lucas from the ball. "Now then, I think it's high time you re-introduce me to your lovely girlfriend." Oliver laughed.

"Everyone, this is Iris Evans. Iris, you remember Lucas," he said. The man nodded. "And here we have our seeker, Benjy Williams." A shorter man with dark hair and dark eyes nodded. "Alicia Spinnet and Wilda Griffiths, our other chasers. Finally Roger Matthews and Daniel Lewis, beaters." Iris nodded to all of them.

"Lovely to meet you all," she said.

"I can't believe I'm meeting Harry's aunt," Alicia said, smiling.

"Alicia was on the Gryffindor team with me and Harry," Oliver explained.

"I can't believe you were actually a ginger this whole time," Lucas said. "Though I must say, I like this look a fair bit better on you." He winked at Iris, causing her to blush slightly. They were a young team. Iris remembered that Oliver, Lucas and Benjy were the only returning starters, with Benjy being the captain. Wilda was a recently acquired from the Harpies. Everyone else was either newly recruited or pulled up from reserves.

"I do as well," Oliver chimed in. Iris grinned up at him.

"I hear you're helping George reopen the shop," Alicia said. Iris looked at her and nodded.

"I think we're close to opening the doors," she said. "Just need to get the shelves filled with product and we're good."

"Will you be selling any of the tonics you make for Oliver? Like the muscle pain one?" Lucas asked. "I've snitched it from him a few times and it's amazing." Iris shrugged.

"Not sure. George doesn't seem too keen on practical potions," she said. Alicia snorted.

"Of course he's not," she said.

"But I think we might sell my hangover tonic," she said. "I've got a fairly good one. Outside that, we'll see."

"Iris! Door!" George shouted as he walked by her. Iris jumped, not expecting him to be nearby.

"Blimey, how does he do that?" she said, watching him disappear in the crowd.

"Guess it's one of his many talents," Oliver said. Iris looked up at him.

"This party was his bloody idea. You'd think he'd do some of the work," she said before excusing herself to go answer the door. She pulled it open and saw James standing there.

"James! You made it!" Iris shouted as she launched herself into a hug, being careful not to spill her wine glass. He laughed as he set her back down.

"Someone's had a bit to drink," he said. Iris shrugged as she stepped aside and let him in.

"It is a party, after all," she said, leading him into the living room.

"I still can't believe that I'm here. At a party. At your flat. In a wizarding neighborhood," he said, looking around the crowded room. "Who would have thought this is where we would end up all those years ago?" Iris laughed.

"I certainly did not think I would be here," she said.

"This is most definitely a step up from the dump you used to live in," James said.

"Quidditch," Iris said with a shrug. James laughed. "Come on. I'll introduce you to the team." James followed her through the crowd until they reached Oliver.

"Alright then. Everyone, this is James, an old friend of mine. James, this is everyone," she said. James stood looking around the group, slightly tongue-tied. Sure most of the team was new, but he immediately recognized Lucas, Wilda, Oliver and Benjy.

"I, I've been a huge fan for years," he said. Oliver laughed and slapped him on the back.

"Iris here says you two got into a bit of trouble here and there back in the day," he said. James smiled and looked down at the ground, slightly embarrassed.

"Yea. We had a knack for sneaking into places," he said. "Namely muggle concerts." The group looked at him in surprise.

"You snuck in to muggle concerts and didn't get caught?" Lucas said. He looked down at Iris with a newfound appreciation. She shrugged.

"One of my many talents," she said, smiling.

"I feel there is so much more to you than meets the eye, Iris Evans," Lucas said.

"And now I understand why you're willingly helping George with the shop," Alicia said, laughing. "I can only imagine the things you two will come up with."

"I'm planning to start working on some prototypes this week. May get around to testing them soon," Iris said. "One idea we had was a potion that makes a person unable to speak, though we're not sure what anyone would want it for..."

"Please test it on Oliver. It'd be nice to get him to shut up for once during practice," Roger begged. Oliver shot him a sharp look that Iris sensed held just the slightest bit of actual animosity.

"If you'd aim your bludger better, I wouldn't have to shout," he said, his mouth twitching as though he was trying not to smile.

"Most days, Roger forgets that I'm the captain, thanks to this one," Benjy said, pointing at Oliver. Iris studied Oliver a moment as he and Roger started a back and forth, imagining what he would do if she did slip him a potion that rendered him mute. She giggled to herself.

"I know that look," James said. "You're hatching a plan." Iris' face was suddenly the picture of innocence.

"Me? No," she insisted.

"I'd watch your tea for the next week or so, Oliver," Lucas suggested. Oliver looked over at Iris.

"You wouldn't…," he said. Iris saw Fleur and Bill out of the corner of her eye.

"Oh look, Bill and Fleur are here. I must say hello," she said, making a quick exit. Though not before Oliver swatted at her. She quickly sidestepped, leaving him swatting at air, as she grinned over her shoulder. She then walked over to the couple. "You made it!" she said offering Fleur and hug and then Bill.

"Of course! You two have such a lovely place," Fleur said, looking around.

"Thanks," Iris said. "It took a bit of work to get it looking this nice, but it's home."

"I didn't realize you knew so many people," Bill said looking around at the crowd.

"Ah, you can thank your brother and Oliver for that," Iris said. "I've no clue who most of these people are."

"We are quite popular," George said, popping up and staying put this time.

"Geez, George. Why must you keep doing that?!" Iris exclaimed. He laughed and clinked his glass against Iris'.

"Makes things more interesting," he said with a wink before wandering off again.

"It looks as though Molly will not need to keep sending women to Percy," Fleur said with a knowing look as she glanced over Iris' shoulder. Iris turned and saw Percy still standing with Audrey and Angelina, a look of awe on his face as he watched the young woman talked animatedly.

"Well, how about that?" Iris said with a grin. She turned back to Fleur. "She's an Oblivator at the Ministry." Fleur looked impressed.

"The last time I saw him look that interested in something, he was talking about a report on cauldron standards," Bill said, an amused look on his face.

"Your Mum will be asking for all the details tomorrow, I'm sure," Iris said.

"One down, one to go," Fleur said, glancing over at George who was talking to a young man with dreadlocks.

"I'd give up hope on that one," Bill said.

"I don't know. George can be quite sensitive here and there," Iris said. "When he's not attempting to annoy you to death, that is."

"Who is the handsome man you walked in with earlier?" Fleur asked, glancing over at James who was now in an intense conversation with Oliver and Lucas. Probably about Quidditch.

"Ah, that would be James," Iris said, looking back at her.

"The muggle?" Bill asked. Iris gave him a look, confused as to how he had heard.

"Turns out he's not," Iris said. Bill's eyebrows shot up.

"You seem to attract quite interesting people, Iris," Bill said. Iris shrugged.

"It's a gift," she said with a smile.

"So what's this I hear about you turning down a job at the Ministry?" he asked next.

"You tell one Weasley something and the next minute, the whole clan knows," Iris muttered.

"You get used to it," Fleur said, reassuring her.

"Shacklebolt offered me a job as an auror," she said for what felt like the 20th time that night alone. "But I turned it down. Much rather work at the shop with George."

"Surprised you haven't gotten a Howler from Mum about that," Bill said, laughing.

"A what? You mean those little red notes that yell at you?" Iris asked. Bill nodded.

"Maybe no one has told her yet," Fleur said.

"It's only a matter of time," Bill said. "Mum finds out everything."

"Surely she wouldn't be that upset about me turning down a Ministry job to help George reopen the shop," she said.

"You never know with Mum," Bill said. Iris laughed and shook her head.

"How's Charlie?" she asked, changing the subject.

"Good. Dragons are keeping him quite busy in Romania," Bill said. "We're thinking of going to visit soon. Maybe finally go on that honeymoon we never got to take." He smiled down at Fleur.

"You should," Iris said, smiling.

"We should go before winter or after," Fleur said. She then and turned to look at Iris. "Oh, but let me know when you are intending to have the wedding so that we can plan around it." Iris stood silent, mouth slightly open.

"Um, well… we haven't-"

"Relax, I'm only kidding," she said. Iris laughed feebly.

"But the way Mum talks, you'd think it was any day now," Bill said. Iris nodded.

"She has gotten a bit persistent in her owls. But really, Oliver and I haven't even talked about it yet," she said.

"It's only understandable. You were apart for quite awhile. You need time to reconnect," Fleur said.

"See, this is exactly what we think so we're not sure why everyone seems so keen on marrying us off so quickly," she said.

"It's because we all have a pool going on who's going to have kids first and half of us bet on you and Wood," George said, reappearing. Iris still jumped a bit.

"But Fleur and I have a head start," Bill said. Fleur rolled her eyes as though this was not the first time she had heard this conversation.

"Besides that, since when was marriage a requirement to have children?" Iris asked.

"So you are trying to have children?" George asked, winking. Iris rolled her eyes.

"No… but-"

"Just get at it. I have 10 galleons on you two," he said before turning and walking into the crowd again.

"Why does he do that? So annoying," Iris fumed.

"He's actually not lying on the pool," Bill said. Iris looked over at him.

"Really now?" she asked.

"You and Oliver are tied with me and Fleur. Then there's Harry and Ginny-"

"But god, they're so young," Iris exclaimed.

"There is a reason Ginny and Hermione got their own flat," Fleur said grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"I cannot think about this," Iris said, place a hand to her temple. "I'm too young to be a great-aunt."

"Iris!" She turned her head to see Oliver shouting at her.

"Be back," she said to Bill and Fleur as she walked over to Oliver. George and the young man with dreadlocks had joined the Puddlemere players.

"Iris, this is another of my old schoolmates, Lee Jordan," George said. The young man grinned and eagerly shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you," she said, wondering how on earth she was going to remember all the names tonight.

"The pleasures all mine. I used to do commentary for the Quidditch games at Hogwarts. Now I run my own wireless show," he said. "You wouldn't be interested in coming on, would you?" Iris laughed out of surprise.

"What on earth would you want me on the show for? I'm rather boring, actually," she said.

"Please, you're anything but boring," James said.

"Besides, you and Wood are the love story of the year. Every issue of Witch Weekly has got something on you two," George said. Iris stared at him, shocked into silence.

"But… why?" she finally said. "And when? We haven't been out to events or anything… What would they even write about?" While Iris finally felt comfortable to go out and about in public as herself - to be honest, no one seemed to pay her any mind - she did like to keep a somewhat low profile.

"It's precisely that reason why they write. No one seems to know anything other than you two are together, you're Harry's aunt, and you're the mysterious Hogwarts professor that Wood took to the ball," George said. Iris looked up at Wood. "The world wants to know more about Ewood. Or is it Iliver?"

"I think it's Wevens," Lucas chimed in.

"We have a name?" she asked incredulously. Oliver shrugged.

"I didn't know anything about it. It's not like I read the magazine," he said before taking a drink.

"But didn't I see you talking to a few reporters after training the other day?" Wilda asked, grinning. Oliver glared at her slightly.

"Yea, but I didn't really say anything. Well, anything worth reporting on, anyway," he said.

"What did you say?" she asked.

"Just that he's madly in love and things are going well with Iris," Lee said. "The next day you two were labelled the hottest couple and Witch Weekly predicted we'd be getting an engagement announcement soon."

"What actually happened is they asked how I was doing and I answered, 'Well.' Where they got the madly in love and Iris bit, I've no idea," Oliver said. Iris rolled her eyes.

"As if it wasn't bad enough with just our families breathing down our necks, now we've got half the wizarding world gunning for our marriage," she said.

"So will we be hearing wedding bells soon?" Lucas asked, waggling his eyebrows. "Would probably bring out more people to the opening match. Any press about Wood is good for Puddlemere."

"We could get you a jersey to wear at it with his number and Mrs. Wood on the back even," Benjy chimed in. Iris laughed loudly.

"I suppose we should let them decide the date, then? Hell, why don't they plan the whole damn thing," she said, glancing up at Oliver.

"I wouldn't let those two plan anything," Wilda said, motioning to Lucas and Benjy. "But I'd say a summer wedding is always nice."

"Wait, so you two are planning to get married, right?" Alicia asked, her excitement obvious in her voice.

"Well that would depend on when this one decides to ask me," Iris said, jabbing Oliver in the chest with her finger. Oliver's face turned slightly red.

"You lot are the worst," he sputtered as his teammates burst out laughing.

"Come on… You know we just love to give you a hard time. Besides Wilda here - who's been happily married for quite some time - you're the only one of us in a relationship and it secretly drives all of us mad with jealously," Lucas said.

"Speak for yourself," Roger said. "I'm quite happy to be a bachelor."

"I'm still quite jealous. It's been ages since my husband's looked at me the way Oliver here looks at Iris. Two kids and a Quidditch career will do that to you," she said with a snort.

"It's not any worse than the baby pool," Iris said.

"What baby pool?" Oliver asked.

"Apparently the Weasleys been placing bets on who's going to have a little one first. We're in the lead with Bill and Fleur," Iris said.

"And I've bet on you, so hurry up and win me money," George yelled.

"Merlin, can't you lot leave us in peace?" Oliver exclaimed. "We've only just been back together for a few months and already you're calling for a wedding and weans."

"No, Wood. We can't. It's too much fun," George said, grinning. "You both are way too easy to tease."

Iris blushed slightly as the group continued laughing. She looked up at Oliver again, catching his somewhat apologetic expression. He pulled her close to him.

"We'll get married and have kids when we decide. So you lot can just sod off," he declared grinning. Iris looked at them.

"Besides, keep it up and we just may intentionally drag it out with the sole purpose of causing you to lose your money," she said, sending a particularly mischievous look George's way.

"You wouldn't," he said. Iris shrugged and grinned.

"Try me."

Hours later, after everyone had left, Iris and Wood were in the living room cleaning up.

"Of course, George wouldn't stick around to help," Iris bemoaned.

"What'd you expect?" Oliver said with a laugh. He had just sent a load of glasses over to the sink where they were washing themselves. Iris was busy filling bags with rubbish. The flat was oddly quiet after the noise and energy from the party.

"Ehm… Iris, about earlier. I'm sorry for all the teasing," he said. Iris stopped and looked over at him, smiling.

"It's alright. A little teasing won't do me in," she said.

"And I meant it. We don't have to marry or have kids until you're ready. However long that takes," he said. "If you even want to get married or have children, that is." Iris smiled in appreciation.

"To be honest, the idea of children slightly terrifies me," she admitted. "It was… it was never really an option in the past. And now… I guess I'm still warming up to the idea."

"But what about that thought you showed me at Hogwarts? The one with me and Harry teaching a toddler how to fly?" Oliver asked, stepping towards her.

"Oh, I'm not saying I don't want to have children," Iris said quickly. "Just saying… I'm not sure I want one right now." Oliver smiled in relief as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Good. We can wait. There's time. But I won't lie, I kind of like the idea of us having a curly-headed tyke with your eyes," he said, kissing her. "Or four." Iris laughed.

"I'm surprised you didn't say you wanted enough to field your own Quidditch team," she said.

"That's an option?" he asked, mostly serious. Iris laughed, tossing her head back. She studied his face and then stood up on her tiptoes, pecking him on the lips.

"Let's see how we do with one first," she said.

"Good idea."