Disclaimer: I own nothing but the mind that created this story. My thanks to that wonderful lady j.k rowling for her acquiesce in allowing the humble to use her mind. My thanks also to one of the greatest wits of all time Oscar Wilde. There will be times where exact wording is taken from Oscar Wilde's work, however, I have tried to use as much of my own as possible

Hermione lay stretched out on the lounge, looking over her book at the TV. It was the school holidays and she relaxed with her parents as they watched one of their favourite shows, All in the Family. Not for the first time Hermione wondered if Madam Hooch were moonlighting as a muggle. The dentist's wife was the spitting image of the Quidditch loving Professor. Hermione returned to her battered looking book. It had been read that many times it was a miracle it held together.

"Oh Hermione will you ever give that book a rest?" Laughed her mother, looking over to see what her daughter was doing.

Hermione's father, laughed also, still watching the TV he tossed a comment towards his two favourite women. "Lemme guess, 'The importance of being Earnest', right. Or should we now say the importance of being Harry?"

Hermione, flushed, shouting incredulities at her father, while her mother laughed. Hermione wished her parents goodnight and made her way to bed. After a time she laid the book aside, giving a quiet "Nox" her room fell suddenly into darkness. Closing her eyes, Hermione slipped into a somewhat active sleep.

Before her lay a drawing room, occupied by none other than her two best friends, but she was nowhere to be seen. Had she been awake, it would have been hard to contain a snort of laughter, for there Ron was in Edwardian clothes fingering a quizzing glass. The only thing remotely Ron about the whole situation was the cucumber sandwiches, which were rapidly finding their way to Ron's stomach for further consideration. Harry made to take a sandwich from the plate Ron held, only to have his hand slapped.

"Sorry old man but these are for Aunt Minerva. Have the bread and butter. That is for Hermione. Hermione is devoted to bread and butter."

Harry smiled at the mention of Hermione. "How perfectly delightful, they are coming?"

"Yes that's all very well, my dear fellow, but I'm afraid Aunt Minerva won't quite approve you being here."

Harry's hand stopped halfway to his mouth, the bread beginning to sag under the weight of the butter. Half turning towards Ron, he barked

"May I ask why?"

"Well old man the way you flirt with Hermione is perfectly disgraceful. Almost as disgraceful as the way Hermione flirts with you."

"Well I am in love with Hermione, I have come up to town expressly to propose to her."

Ron held the last cucumber sandwich in his hand, turning it end on end, set a horrified look at Harry.

"I thought you in town on pleasure....I call that business."

"How utterly unromantic you are Ron."

"You obviously misunderstand the essence of romance old chap, it's the uncertainty.."

The last of the sentence lost amidst the now non-existent sandwich. Ron watched as Harry partook of another slice of bread and butter

"You need not eat as though you were going to eat them all. Why anyone would think you and Hermione married already. Not that you will be."

Harry's eye's widened behind the black-rimmed glasses.

"What makes you say that?"

"It's a fact girls never marry those they flirt with." Ron smirked to see Harry's complexion pale, and the disconsolate man fall to the chair behind him

"Besides, I do not give my permission."

"Your WHAT!"

"My consent old man. She is after all my first cousin, now what sort of chap would I be, if I let her marry you without the little matter of Luna being cleared up."

Ron flicked his wand, and the ringing of tiny bells could be heard.

"What do you mean Luna, I know no one of that name, it's preposterous of you to suggest I do."

A trouble looking house elf appeared in the doorway, wringing his hands together.

"Young Master Weasley rang sir."

"Good Dobby, the wand case if you please."

"Yes sir, Dobby will get it right away sir."

Mere moments passed before the house elf reappeared bowing and handing the silver box to his master.

"So you had my wand case all this time, you could have told me, I've been owling the Ministry frantically, posting a reward for its return."

"Well old chap I'm open to offers."

"There's no use offering a large reward when the things been found."

"I think that awfully mean of you Harry, if I may say so." Opening the case Ron clucked his tongue. "Well it is of no consequence, for on second glance I find it is not yours after all."

"Of course it is mine. You know it is, you've seen it a thousand times before." Reaching to take the case from the grasp of his friend. "Besides, it is most unwizardly to read what is inside. It is a private wand case."

Ron cocked an eyebrow. "It is absurd to have a hard and fast rule about what one can and cannot read. Depend upon it Harry, the modern wizards life is based on that which one shouldn't read."

"I am aware, but this isn't the sort of thing one should discuss in private, now hand me my case."

Ron extended the case toward Harry but pulled it back before he could take it.

"Yet this was a present from Luna, and if I remember correctly you know no one of that name."

Harry huffed. "Well she's my aunt if you must know."

"Well I must say I find it most improper and unusual for an Aunt to address one's nephew so. 'From little Luna, with her fondest love to her Uncle James'. I have no feeling at all for the size of your aunt, but for her to call her nephew uncle? In any case your name is Harry not James."

Harry's head hung wearily. "No, it is James."

A/n – well I hope you all like it so far. Don't be afraid to drop a comment in my box.