Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
So this may be a little more like a very short chapter story…I have to see what other ideas I have.
All throughout dinner, Oliver was working out a plan to begin the pursuit of Ginny. After the long hard thought process, he realized he had no plan and would just have to wing it like usual.
After dinner was done the Weasley family scattered around. Mrs. Weasley worked her magic on the dishes and began to care for Teddy. They took him in once he was an orphan, along with his godfather, Harry, who would have been the usual caregiver. Mr. Weasley was resting in the bedroom. Fred and George were in their room tinkering around with things and Harry and Ron went off to practice some Quidditch.
Ginny headed out to the garden and off to the road for her usual evening walk. Oliver could not resist this perfect opportunity.
"Hey mate, I'm going to take a walk." Oliver said nonchalantly. "I usually do that after big meals like this one."
"Alright," Percy replied, thinking nothing of it.
Oliver rushed out the door so he would be able to catch up with Ginny. He decided to take the other way around the house, so they would meet in the same place, but it would seem like an accident. He made great plans, even when he is winging it. He walked around and spotted her walking down the road.
Damnit he thought, Guess I will just have to catch up and hope I don't look like a total Loon.
He walked at a fast pace but realized it would not be fast enough. He decided to start jogging. It would be a win-win because he would catch up and hopefully look very sexy and athletic. He was not very coordinated when it comes to running (surprisingly, considering he had such a fit bode). He began to jog quickly, moving his arms like he thought real runners would. He got the feeling he was over exaggerating. He realized she was still far ahead, so he increased his speed but sometimes his legs were not moving as fast as the rest of him, so he was stumbling a little.
He finally caught up to her and so he puffed out his chest, so he looked confident and poised. He quickened his strides. He looked over and she had noticed him. She smiled and waved.
"Hello Oliver." He began to move a little closer to where she was walking and smiled and waved as well.
"Hello Gin-," and before he could finish saying her name he stumbled over his own feet, fell forward, knocking Ginny onto the ground, falling directly on top of her.
"Oh Ginny!" he exclaimed. "I'm so sorry!"
"I-it's alright," she muttered. "I'm fine." He had to admit he did not mind lying on top of her…but he knew he had to get off.
"No no!" he insisted, getting off of her slowly, hoping she didn't notice how much he had really liked it. "I am such an oaf." He got up which was kind of difficult because he was starting to get sore from the running. He held out his hand, which Ginny gladly took. She went to get up but collapsed again.
"Ow ow ow, I think it's twisted!" She began to writhe in pain, holding her ankle.
"Here, I'll carry you." He tried to lift her body off the ground but her feet ended up leaving the ground awkwardly and she screamed in pain and he panicked and dropped her again.
"I'll just Apparate home," she said with a smile, even though Oliver could tell she was frustrated with him. She disappeared. Oliver groaned. It had been approximately 30 minutes since he decided to woo Ginny and he had already made himself look like a dumbass.
Great going. He told himself. She's five years younger than me and I still get like a clumsy idiot around her. I've got to find another way to impress her. So he started to formulate plan B.