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Summary: Oliver and Christina go out to dinner with Percy and Audrey. The night ends with a long awaited shag.
The next morning they have a rude awakening.
Chapter 22
Over the next few months, Oliver healed better than the healer thought he would. So, he was off the injured list by late early July so Oliver, Christina, Percy and his girlfriend Audrey were going out to celebrate.
"Are you almost ready, love?" Oliver asked walking into their room.
"Almost."
Oliver stared at her. She was wearing a skin tight navy blue dress similar to the sweater dress she had worn at Christmas but shorter sleeved and slightly shorter length wise.
"You like my dress, Ollie?"
"I do."
She smirked. "I have something under the dress that you'll also enjoy."
"You do?"
She nodded as she put the finishing touches on her outfit and Oliver wrapped his arm around her waist and they travelled to the restaurant where they were meeting Percy and Audrey.
The couples greeted each other and walked into the restaurant. It was a muggle restaurant since Oliver didn't want to have the paparazzi following him too much.
He loved the mild anonymity of dating a muggle. He's lucky no one on his Quidditch team has leaked out that he was dating a muggle because he wants to keep their relationship private for as long as he can. They've been together for a little over a year now.
After they finished dinner which was full of flirtatious jokes and comments mostly from Oliver and Christina towards each other.
"You two clearly need some time to yourselves," Audrey smirked at them.
"Oliver's been healing and the healer suggested he abstain from sex. So it's been ages for us," Christina chuckled.
Percy looked rather uncomfortable but Audrey chuckled. Oliver and Christina said goodbye to Percy and Audrey before apparating back to their house.
Oliver immediately began snogging her passionately before he opened the door.
"Can you be patient for a few minutes, Ollie," she giggled.
Oliver groaned impatiently as she opened their door. The minute she did, he reconnected their lips in a passionate kiss. They began undressing each other.
"Bloody hell, that's what you've been hiding under your dress the whole night," Oliver said.
"I take it you like it," Christina asked, her hazel eyes sparkling mischievously.
He replied nearly drooling. "Like it? I love it. It's a bloody shame I have to take it off."
Christina nodded. She was wearing a set of red and gold lingerie. Oliver carried her up to their room.
"I hope you remember how to fuck me hard, Ollie," she laughed.
"My arm and leg were broken, not my brain," he teased, crawling between her legs.
She giggled.
Oliver cast a contraceptive charm before he entered her and began to thrust eagerly.
"Fuck me!" she moaned.
Oliver laughed. "That's what I'm doing, love."
"And you're doing good."
A while later, they broke apart and cuddled.
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The next morning, Oliver woke up to Christina snuggled up to him. He quietly got out of bed to make the tea. He walked down to the kitchen and saw a Daily Prophet owl waiting to come in. He was mildly surprised to see the owl but let it in anyway. He took the paper out of its talon and it flew away.
Oliver flipped through the paper straight towards the sports page. He immediately saw a photo of him and Christina plastered on the front page. How in the hell did they get the picture?
"Morning Ollie," Christina said, kissing his cheek.
"Oh, morning."
"It was your turn to make the tea, what distracted you?" she asked curiously.
He showed her a photo of them.
"How did they find us? I know you chose a muggle restaurant to protect me."
"I'm not sure, Chrissy," he sighed.
Christina nodded. "We need to protect Bethany too. And the possible children we plan on having sooner rather than later."
Oliver chuckled. "I wouldn't be too surprised if you end up pregnant after last night."
"Me either."
Oliver got up and started making the tea. He poured a cup of tea for Christina and then for himself as there was a sound from the floo. It was Justin who had watched Bethany last night.
"Mummy!" Bethany shouted running into the kitchen.
"Hey sweetie."
"Daddy!"
Oliver turned and grinned at his daughter.
"Did you have fun with Uncle Justin and Auntie Eliza?"
Bethany nodded. "I did."
"I was also babysitting my youngest nephew who is a year older than Bethany and it seems like he has a little crush on her."
"He's cute," Bethany agreed.
"Is he as obsessed with Quidditch as she is?"
"Unfortunately not. But I don't think he minded."
"Which sibling does he belong to?"
"He's my brother's youngest. My sisters are too focused on their Quidditch careers to pay attention to relationships."
"What's your last name again?" Oliver asked her.
"Parkin. My family are well known Quidditch stars but I got injured in my third year. My dad retired right before I started Hogwarts."
"Your dad played for the Wanderers and your ancestors were the original wanderers weren't they?"
"Yes, to both questions."
Both Oliver and Eliza began talking about Quidditch history as Justin pulled his sister aside.
"I saw the photo of you and Oliver in the Prophet," he said.
She nodded. "Oliver showed it to me this morning. I'm not sure how the paparazzi found us at a muggle restaurant."
"They have their ways."
"I suppose. Look at what happened to Princess Diana, she was chased down by muggle paparazzi."
"And unfortunately wizarding paparazzi are much worse since they have more ways of getting to you."
She shuddered. "I never thought I would be in a long term relationship with a wizard let alone a famous Quidditch player. I wasn't prepared for this."
"And I suppose breaking up isn't an option."
"Of course not. I'm madly in love with him and Effie adores him."
Justin nodded as they walked back into the kitchen to Oliver and Eliza now arguing about Quidditch tactics.
"Everything okay, love?" Oliver asked looking lovingly at Chrissy.
"Yep."
Oliver nodded.
After a few more minutes, Eliza and Justin left.