Unexpected
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. No, really I don't.
Ex-keeper of the Chudley Cannons, Oliver Wood sat on his couch not daring to believe his rotten luck. He had just broken his leg in five different places four days ago. The medi-wizards at St. Mungos were able to fix it up well enough, but they told him that he would never be able to play professional quidditch again. Oliver didn't know what to do. He had no job to fall back on. During his Hogwarts years, Oliver had dedicated himself to the game. Now he had no form of income, there was no way he'd be able to keep his flat. It cost too much; he had no place to go and no one to help him out.
All of his friends had great careers. Harry had become an auror and was traveling the world. Ron was in Romania studying dragons with Charlie. Fred and George had opened a joke shop in America. Percy had become a world famous actor. Hermione was married to George and was a Charms professor in an American wizard school. All his quidditch team members were now on professional teams. He would have been one of them if he hadn't broken his stupid leg.
Oliver got up from the couch and decided to go to the Leaky Cauldron for a little pick me up. He sat at the bar thinking how miserable his life was turning out to be. He had had way too much to drink and was now unbelievably drunk. Just then he saw a person with familiar red hair. He jumped up recognizing the young woman.
"Ginny ! How good to you see is it," he slurred to her.
"Oliver! Are you drunk?" Ginny asked the young man.
"No," he shook his head and went to sit down, but missed the chair completely and fell to the floor, laughing hysterically.
"Yes you are! Come on, I'm going to take you home right now!" Ginny sternly told him. With a lot of struggle, she managed to put him in the back seat of her muggle car where he promptly hurled. "Oh, that's lovely," Ginny said sarcastically. "Oliver," she said gently, "where do you live?" she put an emphasis on the last four words.
"I don't know," he said, going into hysterics for the second time that night.
"Oh well," Ginny sighed to herself. "I guess I'll just take you to my house," she aid to Oliver.
When they arrived at her house, Ginny spent nearly ten minutes trying to get Oliver out of the car and into her flat. She led him over to the couch, where he fell down and fell asleep almost instantaneously. Ginny sighed and went to her room thinking that when Oliver woke up, he was going to have a terrible hangover.
A/N: Please read and review! The next chapter will be up shortly.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. No, really I don't.
Ex-keeper of the Chudley Cannons, Oliver Wood sat on his couch not daring to believe his rotten luck. He had just broken his leg in five different places four days ago. The medi-wizards at St. Mungos were able to fix it up well enough, but they told him that he would never be able to play professional quidditch again. Oliver didn't know what to do. He had no job to fall back on. During his Hogwarts years, Oliver had dedicated himself to the game. Now he had no form of income, there was no way he'd be able to keep his flat. It cost too much; he had no place to go and no one to help him out.
All of his friends had great careers. Harry had become an auror and was traveling the world. Ron was in Romania studying dragons with Charlie. Fred and George had opened a joke shop in America. Percy had become a world famous actor. Hermione was married to George and was a Charms professor in an American wizard school. All his quidditch team members were now on professional teams. He would have been one of them if he hadn't broken his stupid leg.
Oliver got up from the couch and decided to go to the Leaky Cauldron for a little pick me up. He sat at the bar thinking how miserable his life was turning out to be. He had had way too much to drink and was now unbelievably drunk. Just then he saw a person with familiar red hair. He jumped up recognizing the young woman.
"Ginny ! How good to you see is it," he slurred to her.
"Oliver! Are you drunk?" Ginny asked the young man.
"No," he shook his head and went to sit down, but missed the chair completely and fell to the floor, laughing hysterically.
"Yes you are! Come on, I'm going to take you home right now!" Ginny sternly told him. With a lot of struggle, she managed to put him in the back seat of her muggle car where he promptly hurled. "Oh, that's lovely," Ginny said sarcastically. "Oliver," she said gently, "where do you live?" she put an emphasis on the last four words.
"I don't know," he said, going into hysterics for the second time that night.
"Oh well," Ginny sighed to herself. "I guess I'll just take you to my house," she aid to Oliver.
When they arrived at her house, Ginny spent nearly ten minutes trying to get Oliver out of the car and into her flat. She led him over to the couch, where he fell down and fell asleep almost instantaneously. Ginny sighed and went to her room thinking that when Oliver woke up, he was going to have a terrible hangover.
A/N: Please read and review! The next chapter will be up shortly.