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Summary: Oliver Wood finds out that his fiancée, Katie Bell, is cheating on him with Marcus Flint. Completely torn, he goes to the Weasley's Burrow, where he meets Hermione Granger. Bit of GW/BZ on the side.
Chapter One
Oliver phoned once. Oliver phoned twice. His fiancée never picked up. With a sigh, he dropped his cell onto his bed and walked into the washroom. Oliver Wood was on tour for Puddlemere United. He wanted to call Katie to tell her he would come back soon. He went back out and decided to call his home phone.
"Shite - hang on. Hello?"
"Katie?"
"Oh… hey, you!"
"Um... what are you up to?"
"Oh... the usual..."
"Er…"
"What?"
"Sorry. Are you busy… or something?"
"Marcus!" Oliver dropped the phone. That was most definitely not his name! Marcus. Who the hell was Marcus? The only Marcus he knew was...
"Who's Marcus?" Oliver inquired angrily, and then hung up. He got his bags ready and, instead of going to his house, he apparated to the Weasley's.
"Oliver, dear!" He was enveloped in a hug and showered with kisses.
"Hello, Mrs. Weasley." His voice was muffled. She released him and took the sight of him in.
"My, have you grown!" I smiled and hugged her again.
"It's great to see you. How long's it been?"
"Five years!" boomed a loud and deep voice from across the room. Oliver pulled back from Mrs. Weasley and grinned.
"All right there, Charlie?" Charlie Weasley, the second eldest son of Molly and Arthur Weasley clasped Oliver's outstretched hand tightly.
"How you been, Wood?" Oliver shrugged.
"I'm surviving. Where's everyone else?" Charlie shrugged as he watched his mother walk up the stairs.
"Work, gnoming the garden, shagging, hell if I know. Aren't you supposed to be in... Belgium or something?"
"Tour's over," Oliver said and looked around the Burrow. "This place is bigger than last time." Charlie waved a hand.
"What with all the kids now, you know..."
"You guys are like rabbits, you and Tonks."
"Shut your mouth, now, Wood. We only have three kids. How're things with Bell?" Charlie walked over to the kitchen counter to pour himself a drink. Oliver looked down at his shoes and snorted.
"Three kids at twenty-seven years old, aaand… 'things with Bell' are non-existent."
"Oh, shite. What happened?" Oliver dropped his bag and sat down on a tall stool beside the bar counter.
"Well, I called this morning. She was, like, in the middle of sex, or something. Pour me a scotch. Shaken, not stirred."
"Wait, wait, wait. Doesn't she, like, live with you?"
"No, she just spends a lot of time in the house."
"So, she was in her house."
"No."
"She was in the guy's house."
"No."
"...She was in your house?"
"Yep."
"Sick. I wouldn't go back there if I were you. Shit on the bed spreads and every-"
"Not helping, Charlie." The doors swung open. Hermione Granger came in, with her back turned, scolding Ron Weasley, who was bringing in groceries and followed by his live-in girlfriend, Luna.
"Hey, Wood!" Ron called. Oliver nodded his head at the three of them and sort of smiled. Hermione slapped Ron upside the head.
"Listen to me, Ronald!" Oliver winced as she slapped Ron upside the head again.
"So… who's she again?" he inquired in a hushed voice, looking in Hermione's direction. Charlie grinned and watched them disappear up the stairs.
"That be Hermione Granger. Ron's friend from Hogwarts."
"I thought she looked familiar." He picked up the scotch Charlie had prepared for him. "Anything new?" Charlie shook his head and took a swig of his firewhisky.
"Tonks wants to send Ross to summer camp, or something." Oliver snorted in his drink. Charlie shot him a glare. "Shut up… oh, speak of the devil." Nymphadora Tonks-Weasley came into the room, her hair black with blue streaks in it.
"Hey, Tonks."
"Oliver! Hi!" She came over to the two men and hugged him.
"Where's my kiss, woman?" Charlie demanded.
"I kissed you enough last night."
"This is too much." Oliver stood up, shaking his head, and went out to the garden. "Stupid love-sick couples all around me." He sat down on a rock and looked out towards the field.
"I know, it's all quite disgusting, isn't it?" Oliver turned around and looked up to the balcony. Hermione was smiling at him. Henodded and turned his gaze back to the green. With a small grunt, Hermione hoisted herself up and over the railing and down to the garden. "What brings you here?" Oliver shrugged and squinted to see through the sunlight.
"I had to get away from a certain person."
"Katie Bell?" I looked at her.
"…Yeah, how'd you know?"
"You obviously haven't been receiving the Daily Prophet the last month in Belgium, huh? Let me grab one from last week." She came back carrying at least five newspapers. "Here."
Oliver skimmed through all of them, each one having an article about Katie and Flint.
"…So… how long's this been going on?" he asked, dropping them to the yard. Hermione bit down her lip and sat down on the grass next to Oliver.
"Since you left for your tour."
"Oh." Oliver took out his wand and gave it to Hermione. "Kill me now. Right now. Just… avada kedavra the shit out of me, please." Hermione rolled her eyes and thrust it back into his hands.
"You're twenty-four years old; you have many more years to come. You won't be dying any time soon."
"Pity," I said and pocketed my wand again. "I hate life."
"LUNCH IS READY!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, stood up and brushed herself off.
"Quit moping. You might want to move, Charlie and Bill will be putting the tables out here." With that, she walked back into the house. Oliver stared at her back for a couple seconds before running after her.
"Can I help with anything, Mrs. Weasley?" Oliver inquired.
"Oh – yes, take these dishes outside, please." Mrs. Weasley levitated twenty-four plates onto Oliver's outstretched arms. He grunted under the weight and made his way back outside.
"Oliver!"
"Ginny, look out!"
"Uh – aaaAAH!" Ginny slipped and crashed into Oliver.
"Wingardium leviosa!" Oliver called out just in time. He slowly let the dishes fall to the floor in a perfect pile. He sat up and stared at Ginny, who was blushing furiously. "Didn't know you missed me that much." Ginny groaned and covered her face. Oliver laughed and pulled her into a hug. "Aw, it's great to see you, Gin!" Ginny started giggling too. Oliver pulled back and grinned. "Wow. All grown up. Must have all the guys after you, huh?" Ginny rolled her eyes and helped Oliver stand.
"Hardly… here, let me help you with the plates." They walked outside together.
"…They seemed to hit it off well," Bill murmured to Charlie. Charlie shrugged and, with a wave of his wand, summoned a table. Oliver and Ginny distributed the plates while Hermione and Fleur, Bill's wife, brought out the utensils.
"Bonjour, Fleur," Oliver greeted without looking at her.
"Hey, Wood." Oliver's head shot up in surprise. Her English was perfect, not a trace of a French accent.
"Does this mean I can refrain from using French?"
"Yeah."
"Good. It was getting lame, anyway. Anyone know where Percy is?" Oliver asked as the Weasley twins came in.
"You could try the gay bar."
"Oh, be quiet, Fred," Mrs. Weasley huffed at the eldest of the Weasley Twins. "Percy is not a homosexual."
"You're sure about that, Mrs. Weasley?" Oliver inquired seriously. "Because he was all over me in seventh year." The twins held in chortles while Bill and Charlie laughed openly.
"Mum, do close your mouth. You look like a bloody fish," George said.
"George, shut up," Alicia, his wife, scolded. "And shame on you, Oliver!"
"It was a joke!" Oliver protested.
"It was a cruel joke," Angelina, Fred's wife, interrupted. Oliver scowled and looked down at his feet. "Ignore the stupid boys, Mrs. Weasley. They torment women for a living."
"Only you, Angie," Fred said while batting his eyelashes. Oliver smiled at the Weasley twins. They had never changed.
"So… where's Harry? I hear he's living here now," Oliver said as he looked back at the house.
"He should be in the room," Hermione said.
"Hermione, dear, could you go fetch him? And show Oliver his room while he's staying here."
"Of course, Mrs. Weasley." Hermione and Oliver went back to the house.
"Always the arse kisser," Oliver commented with a smirk. "Some things never change." Hermione glared at him.
"Shut up, Oliver. I've changed plenty." Oliver merely smiled in response. "Remember what floor you're on, because we have one level for each family. Me, Harry, Ginny and you will be on the same floor, though. Okay?"
"Sure."
"Seventh floor. Remember it well. You don't want to stumble on any of the couples." Oliver shrugged.
"Won't be doing anything I haven't done in my young life." Hermione laughed softly and stopped going up the stairs, then turned to the left.
"Your room's right there." She pointed down the hall. "Beside you is Harry. On your other side is Percy. He's not home right now."
"Prick's probably at work… he over-does it sometimes."
"Uh huh."
"And yours and Ginny's rooms are…" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Across from you and Harry."
"Got it. Accio luggage!" At the incantation, Oliver's bags came up to meet him. Harry opened the door and poked his head out.
"Whoa." Oliver turned around and smiled.
"You well, Harry?"
"Wood?"
"The one and only." As Harry and Oliver exchanged handshakes, Hermione went back down the stairs.
"So… what brings you here?"
"Lunch."
"Is that all?"
"Nope."
"Ah, Oliver Wood: A man of few words." Oliver laughed and waited for Harry to come out of the room.
"So… what's up with Hermione? She seems different and she looks waaaay different."
"Still an arse kisser."
"She got slightly mad at me for calling her that." Harry chuckled and they made their way down the stairs.
"Well, you know how she got back together with –"
"Viktor Krum, yeah."
"Well…"
Oliver stayed up that night, thinking about how much worse Hermione's situation was. Stupid Bulgarian prat got her pregnant while sleeping with some other woman; a Veela, no less… and he left Hermione when she told him. Fucking ugly big-nosed…
He wasn't used to the sounds of two other males snoring, the sound of a girl in a room across from him giggling. Not anymore, at least, not since Hogwarts… not since home. He stood up and quietly walked down the hall, past Ginny's bedroom where she was still giggling about something. He heard Percy murmuring about finances in his sleep. He heard Harry fall off his bed. Oliver stepped onto the balcony and breathed in fresh air. He heard… footsteps on the roof?
Giving in to his curiosity, he looked around the patio for something to climb on. A brick was sticking out a couple inches. He soon realized that there were a whole lot of them leading to the top of the whole seven-story house.
"…Hermione?" The brunette turned around and saw Oliver. She hid her tear-streaked face from him and pulled her knees to her chest. Oliver got up on his feet and walked over to her. "Are you okay?"
"Harry told you," she said quietly. Oliver sat down next to Hermione, spread his legs and lay down to look at the stars. "You know what it feels like, right?" Oliver looked at her and sighed.
"Well, it definitely doesn't feel good. How… how far along are you?" Hermione glanced down at Oliver.
"Two months." Oliver nodded and sat up.
"We're on the same page, Hermione." He gave her a reassuring pat on the back, climbed back down and left.
A/N: And there you have the first chapter of 'It's Unconditional'. I would rather no flames, but flame away if you're just dying to. Give me some feedback, tell me if there are any mistakes, but don't do anything harsh!
Just so you know... these are the people living in the Burrow. LOTS OF THEM.
Bill, Fleur, Charlie, Tonks, Ron, Luna, Fred, Angelina, George, Alicia, Arthur, Molly
and the singles...
Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Oliver,and Percy.
KIDS. Jeeze, the kids...
Bill and Fleur: Alexis (female) Daniel (male
Charlie and Tonks: Violet (girl) Ross (male) Adam (male)
Fred and Angie: Jeffery (male)
George and Alicia: Mica (female)
RnR, please!
-loving.wood