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Not really sure where this story is going. I've only written the one chapter and I'm in the middle of exams, so I don't really have any time to think about the future of it! Who else thinks uni sucks?
The title, by the way, has nothing to do with Delta Goodrem's latest single!
OUT OF THE BLUE
Chapter 1: Mr Nice Arse
We begin this story on a peaceful Spring afternoon in Wizard London. Our scene is a two bedroom flat located next to the Leaky Cauldron and overlooking Diagon Alley. Peering through a bedroom window we can see a young couple bickering ...
'Not tonight, Harry, I'm tired,' Ginny Weasley whined.
'C'mon Gin, we haven't done anything together in ages,' Harry pleaded, pouting.
'No, Harry. And don't look at me like that!' Ginny gave him an exasperated but amused look.
'Like what?' Harry said innocently, laying on his puppy dog eyes as well.
'Like that!' Ginny giggled in spite of herself.
Harry grinned at her charmingly. 'C'mon it'll be fun. You'll get to dress up, there'll be free food and drinks, lots of young eligible men ...' He smirked at this last comment.
Ginny rolled her eyes. 'I knew there was a hidden motive. Just because I've been single for six months doesn't mean I'm desperate enough to be set up by Harry Potter.'
Harry chuckled. 'Oh, but it does! Gin, just come to the stupid ball. If not for yourself then for me. Please?'
Ginny sighed and looked at Harry, who looked pleadingly back at her.
'Oh allright,' she muttered, giving in and throwing a well-aimed pillow at Harry's head.
'Ow!' he said, rubbing his head, but smiling. 'With aim like that you could be a Chaser. You should give some thought to trying out for my team sometime.'
'Ha ha,' Ginny replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. 'Just don't palm me off to one of your Neanderthal teammates again. I don't want a repeat of last time.'
'Are you referring to the time Steve got drunk and proposed to you in front of everyone, or the time Gordo spilt wine all over your dress?' Harry's green eyes twinkled with mirth.
'Both,' Ginny replied dryly, not seeing the humour in either situation.
'Okay, I promise I won't leave your side. Happy?' Harry compromised, crossing his fingers behind his back at the same time.
'Harry! I can see you in the mirror!' Ginny told him condescendingly, pointing to the reflection of his crossed fingers.
'Oh.' Harry grinned cheekily, looking sheepishly at Ginny, who was obviously annoyed.
Noting her face he raised his hands defensively in the air. 'Okay, okay. I swear I won't skive you off on anyone you don't approve of! Allright?'
'Good. Now leave my room before I can change my mind. I have to get ready,' she said crossly, shooing him out the door.
'Thanks, Gin! You won't regret this!' he called before she closed the door on him.
'Why don't I believe you?' Ginny muttered, before proceeding to get herself ready.
Five hair charms, six wardrobe changes and numerous lipsticks later, Ginny was ready. She'd finally decided on a pale green silk off-the-shoulder gown. It was cinched at her side with a costume diamond clip that matched the rest of her jewelry perfectly. Her fiery red hair was, after a struggle, twisted into a plain but elegant low ponytail that trailed down her bare back. After one final appraising glance in the mirror she emerged from her room, just as Harry was coming out of his.
Looking up he smiled. 'Darling, you look simply ravishing,' he said, a distinctly homosexual lisp in his voice.
'You know, you do that a little too well,' Ginny laughed.
'How do I scrub up?' Harry enquired, ignoring her and spinning on his heel. He was wearing his usual black suit, with a deep green collared shirt that brought out the emerald in his eyes. And, as usual, he was without a tie and his shirt was untucked. Nothing much had changed since Hogwarts.
'You'll do,' Ginny sniffed. 'Let's go, or we'll be late.'
'Right. Quidditch Weekly Ball, here we come,' Harry said, taking Ginny's arm as they both Apparated.
'Wow,' was all Ginny had to say. It was all she could do to keep her mouth closed, the Quidditch League had really outdone themselves this time.
The venue for the ball was a giant white marquee in the middle of a lush green field. At one end they could see a red carpet leading to the entrance, lined with paparazzi already madly snapping photos of Quidditch players and their dates. At the opposite end they could glimpse a dance floor partially surrounded by small shrubs with a band to one side setting up.
'Alright, enough gawking, let's go,' Harry tugged impatiently on Ginny's arm.
Rolling her eyes Ginny let Harry lead her to foot of the red carpet. She adjusted her dress to make sure everything was in place and waited. All it took was one reporter to yell 'Harry Potter's here' and it had started.
'I hate this part,' Ginny groaned to Harry through the clenched teeth of the smile she had plastered on her face. Harry just gave her a consoling look and wrapped an arm around her waist as they posed for a photo for Witch Weekly.
After what seemed like an eternity it was over and they'd reached the last of the photographers and entered the marquee. Ginny's brain felt foggy with the purple smoke from the cameras and her eyes were full of flashes.
'I'm glad that's over,' she muttered, checking her dress again.
'You love it.' Harry smirked at her.
'Shut up.'
At that moment an usher approached them and showed them to their seats, handing them programs and menus once they were seated. The other people at their table hadn't yet arrived.
'Ergh, it looks pretty full on this evening,' Ginny said, referring to the amount of speeches. She screwed up her nose in distaste.
'Don't make that face, Gin.' Harry told her absent-mindedly. He was busy checking the place cards around their table. A giant grin spread across his face and he let out a loud but indistinct sound that could only be described as male. Ginny flushed as a number of people looked in their direction.
'Harry, sit down,' she hissed from the corner of her mouth. 'What's so exciting?'
'Oliver Wood's sitting at our table! I haven't seen him for ages.' He pointed to the seat next to Ginny, as if Oliver was already sitting there.
Ginny looked at him blankly.
'You know who Oliver Wood is don't you,' Harry said, noting her vacant look. 'I thought all the girls did.' He winked at her, a suggestive note in his voice.
'Of course I know who he is. And not - ' she rose her voice as Harry opened his mouth, a devilish look in his eyes ' – because all the girls did, as you so politely put it. He's been Percy's best friend since I was eight. I was merely looking at you like that because I was wondering why you made such a big deal about him. You play Puddlemere all the time. And they beat you all the time.' Ginny smirked at her last comment.
'Don't remind me.' Harry glowered darkly. 'What I meant is that I haven't actually got to talk to Oliver properly since Merlin knows when. Not much chance to have a chat when you're playing first grade Quidditch, Gin.'
'Really, I never would have guessed,' Ginny drawled dryly and looked around the vast room. It was slowly filling up. Her eyes fell on the back of a wizard standing a few metres away from them. 'Nice arse,' she murmured, reminding herself why she came to these events.
'What was that Gin?' Harry asked. Thank Merlin he hadn't heard what she'd said.
'Nothing,' Ginny replied, turning her attention back to Mr Nice Arse. At that moment an usher approached him and Mr Nice Arse turned in their direction. Looking up, Ginny felt her mouth drop open and a slight blush creep into her cheeks. Mr Nice Arse was Oliver Wood himself.
Who saw that one coming??? Sorry that was so predictable but I had to do it. Plus you all knew this was a GinnyxOliver fic anyway.