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I Want to Give You a Gift	By : Breezy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10634 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"I'm thinking of bottoming for Blaise for his birthday," Oliver said to Ginny while he fucked her against the shower wall a couple of weeks later. Her wet, soapy breasts pressed against the tiles with every thrust and Oliver needed something to keep him from coming too fast.
"Oooh, good choice," Ginny agreed and then started panting out little squeaks as Oliver's cock rubbed against her g-spot.
"Yeah, it's something only I can give him," Oliver said, starting to pump harder into Ginny's pussy. He'd started thinking about Blaise and the two of them fucking and the whole point of bringing that up was supposed to be a distraction. Instead he was now super horny.
"True enough," Ginny giggled. "Can we finish on the floor, you're going to fuck me through the shower wall," she asked. Oliver picked her up and backed up until they were on the rug. The water still ran in the shower as he laid her on the floor and lifted her legs over his shoulders. He laid on her, bending her legs back and leading his cock to her slit. He pressed in and started fucking her with about half his cock.
"Hey, can I fuck you, too?" Ginny asked suddenly looked excited and maybe a little bit evil. She pegged Blaise from time to time and had toys of every shape and length that they both used. Oliver had used the toys on both of them, but they had not used anything on him.
"Quit trying to horn in on Blaise's birthday gift. This is supposed to be about him," Oliver said in mock seriousness.
"Come ooooonnnn," Ginny said, overcome by pleasure as Oliver rolled back on his hips and started to rub her clit while he slowly fucked her. Her eyes closed and she thrust her hips forward to gain more pressure against her clit. He rubbed harder and faster while keeping the slow pace in her pussy.
"You'll have to ask Blaise," Oliver said. He was surprised that she didn't try to call Blaise right then to ask, while they were fucking.
"Oh, I will, oh, oh, oh, oh," she chanted as she came, sending pulsating vibrations up and down Oliver's cock. He sunk all the way inside her.
"Hey!" Ginny protested as he started fucking her deep.
"Whassamatter?" Oliver groaned, starting to pick up his pace.
"Oh, shit, I'm gonna puke, get up," Ginny reached up to cover her mouth and started to scramble out from under him. Oliver quickly pulled out and tried to get out of the way so she could reach the toilet. She leaned over and evacuated the contents of her breakfast into the bowl. Oliver reached over and held her hair out of the way and awkwardly rubbed her back. He wasn't exactly sure what to do, never having been much of a comforting sort. He never hung in long enough to get to a comforting stage in his relationships. Except maybe with Daphne. He was supposed to see her over the weekend. She wanted to have a double date with her sister Astoria.
Daphne had escaped the arranged marriage route--her intended married someone else. After the war no one wanted to go back to the old ways, so her parents didn't negotiat a new marriage contract for her. It was the 'new way' but the 'old ways' never really died. Many of the old marriage agreements decreed that the marriage must take place before the witch and wizard turned 25. Suddenly a lot of witches and wizards were unmarried and about to turn 25 and parents started enforcing the old marriage contracts. Astoria Greengrass and Draco Malfoy remained single, so their parents decided to enforce their marriage contract. The double date was with Astoria and Draco.
"You arse," Ginny said weakly and smacked him, not so weakly.
"What did I do?" Oliver asked actually not sure what he had done.
"You fucked too deep and it made me have to puke," she said trying to sit up. He got her a glass of water to wash her mouth out with and flushed the toilet.
"I've never had that happen before. Why would it happen now?" He said indignantly.
"Bullshit, you told me that you've made three people throw up during sex," she said after she swished water in her mouth and spit it into the toilet.
"That was from blow jobs, not penetration," Oliver defended himself.
"Gross!" she squealed, then sat back with her legs crossed.
"You okay?" Oliver asked placing a finger under her chin and lifting lightly so that their eyes met.
"Yeah, totally fine," she said. "Completely your fault," she said hopping up on her feet. She swayed slightly and Oliver jumped up and grabbed her.
"Ginny!" he called out, her eyes fluttering.
"Hmmm?" she murmurred and then snapped back to attention. "Just a little light headed, nothing to worry about," she said and strode out into the bedroom. Oliver followed behind her. She looked fine now, but he was going to watch her. If she were getting sick, he needed to stay at his place. He couldn't afford to get sick.
"So now that I know what you're getting Blaise for his birthday, I can make plans that will top yours," Ginny said trying not to start giggling at her own joke.
"Ah, yes, because I'm bottoming..." Oliver said. "Quite droll Ginny," he added rolling his eyes at her. She finally let go and giggled. "That's not even a good joke," he said starting to laugh in spite of himself.
"Anyway," she finally said mostly composing herself. "I want you to host one of your fancy parties for Blaise's birthday," she said slowly getting dressed. Oliver pulled on his trousers and thought about her proposition.
"We need to get a sponsor," he said planning the logistics. "Maybe do something for his firm's charity?" he asked. They were sharing the bathroom mirror while getting ready. "Clubs will often cut their rate if a charity is involved," he explained.
"Yes, that's perfect," she squealed and threw her arms around him. She leaned in to kiss him but he pulled back.
"Have you brushed your teeth yet, pukey?" he asked, scrunching up his nose.
"Whatever, it was your fault," Ginny said pushing him away and reaching for her toothbrush. Blaise walked through the bathroom door.
"Ginny puked again?" he asked trying to get a place at the mirror. They played this game every day even though there were two other bathrooms in the unit.
"Again?" Oliver asked, he hadn't heard about the other time.
"Yeah, she was brushing her teeth yesterday and suddenly turned green and...well, you know," Blaise said looking slightly green himself. Oliver started brushing his own teeth when a thought suddenly stopped him in mid-brushing.
"Ginny," he said after he spit out the toothpaste. "When did you have a period the last?" he asked trying to stay calm. He hadn't been through a pregnancy scare since his girlfriend at Hogwarts. The feeling of dread started working its way up through his stomach. Blaise looked equally disturbed. They both looked at Ginny. She laughed.
"Oh, I'm not pregnant," she said reaching for her phone. "I keep track of that on some app thingy on my phone. If I were pregnant my phone would have told me," she said scrolling through trying to find the app.
"It doesn't bode well that she can't find the app," Blaise mumbled and Oliver smirked. He took the phone out of Ginny's hand and found the app. When he clicked on it, several notification windows popped up.
"You haven't updated this thing in months, Ginny," he said trying to work through the notifications. When he had finally cleared all the garbage out he just stared at the screen.
"What's up, bro?" Blaise asked when Oliver stayed silent.
"It says she should have started her period 53 days ago," Oliver finally said keeping his voice even. Both men looked at Ginny again. She shook her head.
"You guys are crazy. I have one of those home tests. I'll take it right now if you guys get out of here. Then we can go on with our day," she started shoving them out the door.
"Why do you have a pregnancy test?" Blaise asked through the door while she conducted the test.
"It's from when I was still married to Harry and I thought you got me up the duff," she answered. Blaise looked amused but also worried.
Ginny opened the door after two minutes holding the testing stick. It read 'pregnant.' They all stared at the stick but the results didn't change no matter how much they stared at it.
"We should go to St. Mungo's and get a healer to do a scan," Oliver said in a quiet voice. He'd never gotten this result before. He was having trouble reconciling his feelings but he knew Ginny needed to get to a healer. Maybe the test was old, or she did it wrong, or something. And if she were pregnant, he hoped like crazy that it was Blaise's kid. He didn't want a kid with Ginny. What if she wanted him to marry her? Or to co-parent or something? She'd surely want money.
"Yeah?" Ginny asked more than agreed. She was stunned. She didn't know what she wanted to do.
"Yes," Blaise said grabbing her hand. Oliver stood back. He didn't know what to do. Blaise was her husband and he seemed to be stepping up. "Yes, Ginny. Come on, we will go this morning on the way to work. If you are, well, you know, pregnant, you need to start a prenatal routine," he said pulling her into a hug.
"You're right. Okay, it should just take a minute and we will know for sure," Ginny agreed. "This test could be expired or something," she said giggling nervously.
"Okay, I'm going to talk to Oliver while you finish getting ready," Blaise kissed the top of her head and released their embrace. She smiled and walked into the bathroom. When she closed the door, Blaise grabbed Oliver by the arm and led him to the far side of the room.
"We only have a minute but there's something you have to know," he whispered quickly. "There's no way the baby is mine. I'm sterile," he stopped and met Oliver's eye.
"What do you mean, sterile?" Oliver asked trying to take in what Blaise was telling him.
"As in accident during the Battle of Hogwarts. My parents had me see specialists--there was nothing they could do to the curse damage," Blaise whispered looking distressed. He glanced back to the bathroom door, which was still closed.
"So, it's definitely mine if she's pregnant?" Oliver said stepping back to lean against the wall. "What the fuck?" he asked to no one in particular his eyes unfocused.
"If she is, I want to adopt it and Ginny and I will raise it together," Blaise said, his voice louder than before. Oliver was stunned. If Blaise adopted the baby, Oliver wouldn't be on the hook for anything. That seemed like such a fortuitous outcome, too good to be true.
"Wow," Oliver whispered. "So I wouldn't be involved at all?"
"Not unless you want to be involved. It's the only way Ginny and I can start a family. I can't give her the big family she wants," Blaise pleaded, suddenly looking sad and desparate.
"Yeah, man, if that's what Ginny wants, I'm good with that," Oliver said after thinking about it for several minutes. He was more than good with it, but he didn't want to let on. Blaise hugged him tightly for a few moments.
"Thanks man, your the best. In so many ways, your the best," he whispered into Oliver's hair.
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The three apparated to the St. Mungo's lobby moments later. The hospital was being remodeled. After the War exposed how inadequate their capabilities were in case of emergency, the Ministry began updating the hospital. It led to many offices being hard to access while other areas were under construction. An escort led them down a maze of hallways before they finally reached the Women's Reproductive Unit. Oliver was stopped by a couple of fans and he obliged them with quick autographs, but he didn't see where the escort had taken Ginny and Blaise.
Oliver followed what he thought was the most logical route and came across a dark waiting room filled with somber looking people. A brunette he thought he recognized snapped to attention when she saw him look in and immediately stood up.
"Where the fuck have you been?" she hissed at him, pushing him back into the hallway where her stunned relatives couldn't overhear their conversation.
"I, uh, I think you have the wrong bloke," he said taking a good look at her in the bright hallway lights. She was so familiar. He just couldn't place it. And she was pissed off at him. She turned with a look of incredulity on her face and smacked him hard. He flinched for that one.
"Oliver Wood, right?" she said sarcastically, knowing who he was. He nodded rubbing his chest.
"Who're you?" he asked after he just couldn't figure out who she was any more.
"Fuck you Oliver. Who am I!" she yelled out angrily. "I'm Melanie Creevey, Dennis's mother," she snapped at him. Oliver backed up, thinking she was going to hit him again. Oh. Yeah, he had met her before. Several times. And he was sure she knew about him and Dennis. But what was she talking about? Where was Dennis?
"Sorry, sorry. I didn't recognize you here--out of context, or whatever..." he trailed off, her blazing eyes making him break their stare and look away.
"What took you so long to get here Oliver? Parties? Yacht orgies with models?" she spit at him. "I owled you three days ago and you show up now?" she nearly growled the last sentence. Oliver started to feel sick. Something was seriously off here and Dennis's mom was about to fuck him up.
"I haven't been home, haven't checked my messages," he mumbled, knowing it sounded lame. He was a grown man with responsibilities, not a teenager whose parents went away for the weekend.
"Dennis tried to kill himself," Melanie said clearly incensed with him.
"What the fuck?" Oliver was in shock. He couldn't believe it. Dennis? No. This wasn't right. But his mother was standing there staring him down. He had to say something.
"Is he going to be okay?" He finally managed to get out.
"So good of you to finally ask!" Melanie yelled at him. "Yes, he's been here for three days, but the healers anticipate him waking up when they start weening him off the pain potions" she wailed, now in tears, her distress showing in every movement she made. Oliver reached out to pat her on the arm. Here he was trying to comfort someone again. He needed a time turner to go back and start this day over again.
"Can I see him?" he wasn't sure why he asked. Probably more to get the hell away from Dennis's mother, but a little bit because he felt guilty. He knew why Melanie was angry with him. She blamed him for Dennis trying to commit suicide. As the knowledge sunk in to his brain, Oliver became more and more guilty.
"Yes, I guess so. I know he would be glad you're here," she conceded. "I will be right outside, so be nice," she sneered. Oliver cringed but was glad that she agreed. "There's his room," she pointed to the room across from the waiting room. He walked in and shut the door behind him.
Dennis looked pale and small in the bed. He wasn't a big guy to begin with, but he looked very thin. There was a bluish tint under his eyes, but otherwise he appeared unharmed. Oliver saw a clipboard in a box by the door and flipped through the pages. Patient admitted just after midnight, attempted suicide by overdose. Oliver put down the clipboard.
"Overdose? What the fuck Dennis?" he blurted out loud. "Oh, man, I am so sorry. This is so fucking lame," he said sitting down in the chair by Dennis's hospital bed. Dennis showed no reaction, his eyes closed and his breathing slow and steady. Oliver sat there looking at him for a few minutes.
"Fuck, man, I have to go do something. I'll be back," Oliver suddenly remembered that he was supposed to be with Ginny and Blaise for her pregnancy test. This day was so fucked up, he thought as he rushed out the door. Everyone looked up at him, surprised or angry.
"I have business here. I'll be right back," he called out over his shoulder, not wanting to get in a confrontation with Melanie again. He asked the first person he saw how to get to where he needed to go and soon ran into the office where Ginny was already undergoing scans.
"It's beautiful," Ginny said reaching out to touch the image of the very small bundle of cells that showed that she was indeed pregnant.
"Testing for paternity," the healer announced, breaking mood. It seemed so impersonal, but then again, being asked to test paternity probably made the healer think they were immoral or something.
"It is Mr. Wood's child," he said, shaking his head as if he were disappointed for them.
"Ginny we need to talk," Blaise blurted out. "Can we have a moment?" he turned to Oliver.
"Why don't you take the day together? I'll meet you back at the apartment this evening," Oliver said, seeing that the two had a lot to talk about. He didn't really want to be part of that talking. Plus, he needed to go see Dennis again. He didn't know why he felt compelled to go back. He could just leave. He did his duty, he sat in there with the guy. He's unconscious. It's not like he knows I'm even there, Oliver fought with himself. He was going back, no matter the arguments his brain created.
"Yeah, let's close the shop, I'll get someone to cover for me around the office and we will take the day off," Blaise told Ginny. She nodded and Oliver leaned in to kiss her.
"I'll be home tonight, love," he said and kissed her again. She smiled, but still didn't speak. He wondered if she would cry if she said anything. Or laugh. Sometimes with Ginny it was hard to tell. He slapped Blaise's back in a hug and then headed back to Dennis's room.
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Oliver fell asleep staring at Dennis mentally willing him to wake up. He woke up with a start, not knowing where he was a couple of hours later. Then he recognized the hospital room with the very thin man wasting away in it. At least that's how it looked to Oliver.
Someone had thrown a blanket over him. He imagined it was Melanie. The healers didn't come anymore. A nurse checked his vitals every so often and gave him pain potions. Apparently having your stomach evacuated by magic was quite painful and took days to heal. Healing potions worked slow, so patients were knocked out with strong pain relieving potions that kept the person asleep. They were currently lowering his dosage and were expecting him to awake at any time. But he still hadn't woke up. They weren't worried yet, but it was rather curious that he hadn't woken up. Oliver thought that he didn't want to wake up and that made him hurt deep down inside.
He stared at him awhile longer but was bored and needed to work out some of what was going on in his brain. He suddenly realized that he missed Dennis. They were friends. Not like Nate and Mohammed who were his best friends during the season but he hadn't talked to in weeks. Not like Ginny and Blaise who weren't exactly his friends but were lovers and now there was a kid...no, not like that. Harry may have replaced Dennis in the sense that he willingly submitted to being fucked hard in the ass by Oliver, at Oliver's whim, with no outside attachment. But they never talked about anything. He used to talk to Dennis. To a certain extent, Dennis was his confidant. He told Dennis everything. And now he just laid there unresponsive. What if he never woke up?
"So, Ginny's up the duff and it's mine," he said out loud, surprising himself with how loud his voice was in that quiet room. He was going to tell Dennis his problems whether he could hear Oliver or not. "But get this, Blaise wants to adopt it," he said, getting animated as he told the story. He told Dennis about the day he fucked Ginny and her mom, having held on to that information for all this time. He told Dennis about Daphne. How he was worried about her being addicted to the spell, about Astoria and Draco and the date he was supposed to have. He told him he missed him. He rested his head on Dennis's stomach, feeling his ribs poking out underneath.
"I just wish you were here to help me figure this all out. To give me a massage and tell me everything is going to be cool," Oliver said softly.
"Who's going to tell me everything's going to be cool?" a raspy voice spoke out into the silence. Oliver whipped his head back and looked to see that Dennis's eyes were open.
"Dennis!" he said. He moved his head up to get a better look. Dennis was awake. He kissed him quickly, then sat up. "I should get your mom," he said looking to the door.
"No!" Dennis said, "Don't tell her yet," he rasped, still getting used to talking again. He had lifted his hand to touch his lips where Oliver kissed him.
"I'm glad your back," Oliver said, having trouble expressing his emotion. Dennis's eyes welled up with tears. "Awww man, don't cry," Oliver reached out to wipe away the single tear that formed.
"I won't," Dennis said indignantly, hating being told not to cry. Oliver didn't believe him and leaned over to kiss Dennis and keep him from crying. Oliver didn't think he could take seeing him cry like this. He pressed in with his tongue, rather absentmindedly. He had a formula of sorts when making out with someone and he got lost in his thoughts while kissing Dennis. Dennis pushed him away.
"Are you really trying to fuck me right now? In my hospital bed?" Dennis asked him, looking hurt and angry. Oliver pulled back to contemplate. Maybe he had thought that they would fuck. Was that fucked up or something? He couldn't decide. Dennis was awake now, why couldn't they celebrate? Wouldn't that make Dennis feel better? Oliver wondered if his thinking was flawed. Shouldn't he try to make Dennis feel better? He wasn't sure of anything any more. This day had him fucked up.
"I'm trying to make you feel better," Oliver said, resuming the kiss. Dennis squirmed under him, but he didn't let up. He reached up and brushed the hair out of Dennis's eyes. He framed Dennis's face and kissed him hard. Dennis parted his lips and their tongues touched. Oliver broke the kiss and lowered his head down to Dennis's lap. He moved the blankets aside and grinned at Dennis. Dennis's eyes widened as he watched Oliver going down on him. Oliver took Dennis's cock in his mouth and started sucking. He took his half-hard member all the way in his mouth and started sucking harder. Dennis hardened all the way and Oliver proceeded to deep throat Dennis's cock in long strokes up and down. Dennis wasn't as small as his stature may tell, probably just over six inches. Oliver took him in with ease and soon Dennis came down his throat. Oliver swallowed the load and kissed Dennis lightly on the lips again.
"There now, do ya feel better?" he drawled pulling the blankets over Dennis's lap.
"Yes, thank you so much, Oliver. Thank you," Dennis said, tears openly running down his face now. He smiled as Oliver wiped the tears away with a tissue. "So Ginny's up the duff, for real?" he finally said.
"You heard that? I thought you were unconscious?" Oliver asked, somewhat stunned to know that Dennis could actually hear him.
"No, I woke up like two days ago. I just didn't have any reason to wake up until now," he said gazing out the window. Oliver sat there silently. Dennis was really hurt inside. Oliver was overcome by guilt. He had to fix this. Had to make it better somehow.
"Hey, you have lots of reasons, man," Oliver mumbled unsure what to say. "Hey, I'm doing a charity thing for Blaise's birthday," he said suddenly having an idea on how to help Dennis. "Maybe you can help me pull off the whole thing," he said excitedly. He dreaded doing the whole thing by himself now that Ginny was preggers, so why not recruit Dennis?
"What charity?" Dennis asked.
"Uh, it's the one Blaise's firm supports. Victims of something or other," Oliver struggled to recall the name of the charity.
"That's Victims of Childhood Sexual Assult," Dennis said quietly.
"Yeah, that's it," Oliver said, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. He shook it off.
"Okay, I'll do it," Dennis said.
"Right on man, we will make an awesome team," Oliver said, hugging Dennis. Dennis released into the hug and wrapped his arms around Oliver's neck. Oliver could see Melanie looking in the window in the door and shaking her head angrily. She wouldn't forgive as easily as Dennis, Oliver thought. She would probably never come around.
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Oliver collected his mail and messages and headed to the lift. He didn't know if he wanted to go to his own unit or Ginny and Blaise's. He told them that he was going to come back but he was really burned out. He decided to go to the thirteenth floor. Maybe they could just crawl in bed together and everything would be okay the next morning.
He walked into the apartment but no one heard him come in. He heard Ginny and Molly talking in the bedroom and Blaise didn't seem to be home. Oliver moved to the kitchen and silently listened to the conversation from the bedroom.
"Oh Ginny, I'm so happy that you're having a baby. It's such a wonderful thing. You will look back on these times as some of the happiest of your life," Molly said folding some of the laundry on the bed with a flick of her wand.
"Thank you, Mummy," Ginny said putting her hands on her stomach to frame the baby and smiling at her mom. Oliver smiled, too as he took a peek to see what was going on.
"I think I'm going through the change now," Molly said quietly. "I thought maybe it wouldn't happen so soon, but I've stopped having periods," she sighed.
"Or your up the duff, too," Ginny wailed, laughing too hard at the prospect of being pregnant at the same time as her mother. "Don't witches ususally have babies well into their 50s?" Ginny asked after she caught her breath. Suddenly Molly gasped.
"You don't think," Molly started to say something to Ginny but stopped. She looked mildly horrified, suddenly remembering something that happened about the same time as she stopped having periods.
"Well, did you and Dad do the deed or what?" Ginny asked, her boldness on display.
"Oh Ginny, nooooo," Molly wailed and Ginny scrambled up to hug her mother. Oliver nearly choked on the beer he was drinking. He pulled out a bottle of firewhiskey. If this was going where he thought it was going, he was going to have to drink something much stronger than beer.
"Mum, what is going on?" Ginny said now suspicious. She didn't like being out the loop and something was going on here.
"I slept with another man in a moment of weakness. I tried to forget about it but now..." she trailed off.
"I have another pregnancy test," Ginny said. She went to the bathroom and grabbed it. "Here, it takes two minutes," she said trying not to show any emotion. She didn't want to freak her mom out. Molly disappeared into the bathroom and came out two minutes later.
"Well?" Ginny asked nervously.
"Pregnant," Molly said and started to cry. Ginny held her mother tight and kissed her hair.
"Who's the guy?" Ginny asked after the sobbing subsided.
"Oh, Ginny," Molly wailed.
"Who is it? It can't be that bad. Is it Mundungus? You can tell me," Ginny teased.
"Ginny! Oh my, no. No!" Molly said considering Mundungus Fletcher for a moment in her head. Ginny giggled harder.
"The look on your face," Ginny teased her mother.
"It's Oliver. Oliver Wood," Molly said suddenly. Ginny gasped. Oliver downed another shot. Yes, this was where he thought this was going, Molly and Ginny were both pregnant by him.
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