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Roxanne and her boyfriend, Henry Rogers, kicked off their muddy shoes at the door, laughing. They had been playing a game of one on one Quidditch in the backyard, but it had started to torrentially down pour.

George Weasley, wearing a tuxedo, sat on the couch, cleaning a machine gun.

Henry immediately fell silent, dropping his hold on Roxanne's waist.

This wasn't Henry's first time at the Weasley household, but it was the first time George had been home, rather than at one of the joke shops.

"Mr. Rogers, let's go have a chat in the parlor. You can leave your wand here." George set down the gun on the coffee table, straightening his tie. Henry gulped.

Angelina smothered a fit of giggles from where she stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Her husband was loving this.

"Dad! Stop trying to scare him!" Roxanne protested, her long orange hair coming out the ponytail she had pulled it into earlier. "We don't even have a parlor! And where did you get that gun? And why are you wearing a tux?" She turned towards her tall, dark haired boyfriend, placing a hand on his Quidditch toned arm, "He's just trying to scare you. You can keep your wand."

But Henry Rogers pulled his wand out of his pocket and placed it on the coffee table beside the machine gun, following his girlfriend's father out of the room. He turned back to grin goofily at her, making a funny face and crossing his eyes. She sighed with a smile, blowing a piece of hair out of her face and mouthed "good luck." She was so head over heels for him.

Henry followed George out of the living room, down the hallway and into what Henry knew was Roxanne's bedroom.

"This is the parlor." George grinned, opening his arms wide, presenting his daughter's extremely messy bedroom.

"Oh, Mr. Weasley." Henry feigned amazement, his hand flying to his heart. "This is the loveliest parlor I've ever seen. I love the way you've decorated. So classy."

"I most certainly agree, Henry. I picked out this lovely purple myself," slapped the deep purple wall.

"Excellent choice, Mr. Weasley." Henry seated himself on the edge of Roxy's bed, rubbing the palms of his hands on his jeans.

George, loosening his tie, leaned on his daughter's dresser. He cocked an eyebrow at Henry, "Well it sure seems like you feel pretty comfortable in my parlor. Do you frequent here often?"

"Eh. Not usually. Especially not this." Henry shrugged and gave Roxanne's bed a pat. He knew what answers Mr. Weasley was getting at. "I'm not with your daughter for that one thing most fathers' think is the only thing on a sixteen year old boy's mind, Mr. Weasley."

"Glad to hear it, Henry." George smiled. He liked this kid. He was witty and smooth. "Quick! What's her favorite color?" George suddenly chucked Roxanne's sneakscope at him.

Henry dove off the bed to catch it, landing face first on the wooden floors. His nose started to bleed. He pushed himself up and waved the sneakscope at Mr. Weasley. "That was close. Good thing I'm a keeper, eh?" Henry gave an easy smile, dimples and all, hopping to his feet. "And it's green right now, though it was purple last week. It's always changing."

"Right you are, Mr. Rogers. Here, I'll clean that up for you." George nodded towards Henry's bloody nose, reaching into the pocket of his jacket for his wand.

"No!" Henry caught Mr. Weasley's wand arm. "You like a good joke, Mr. Weasley, right?"

"That I do."

"And do you know what would really set Roxy off?"

"Are you saying you enjoy taunting my daughter, young man?" George accused.

Henry peered back at him and said in the same accusing tone. "Why yes, yes I am, Mr. Weasley. It's one of my most favorite past times. We both like a good laugh."

George smiled. Henry had all the right answers.

"As I was saying, what'd really tick off Rox is if we pretend like this conversation went horribly. Let's say you hit me, maybe we'll go grab that machine gun and set it off a couple times. Just for kicks. I can cry on command too."

"I like you!" George thumped Henry on the back.

"Thanks, Mr. Weasley. I like you a lot too."

Mr. Weasley placed his daughter's sneakscope on her dresser. It wasn't buzzing; at least this kid could be trusted. George felt like he hadn't been intimidating enough in this conversation; then again, he hadn't expected Henry to have a sense of humour.

"Henry?"

"Yes, Mr. Weasley?" Henry looked up from the picture he was looking at on Roxanne's bedside table.

"Don't hurt her, okay? She can't laugh at everything."

"I know, sir. She has a lot of cousins and uncles who wouldn't hesitate to use an unforgivable on me." Henry grinned and ran a hand through his wavy black hair. "And I know this may seem a bit strong coming from a sixteen year old boy, but," He looked nervous for the first time since they had come into her bedroom. "Roxy's the first girl, I've ever felt this strongly for. And I know we're still really young, and I'm just some goofy kid that you don't expect to stick around for long. But I'd like to be here for awhile. And I haven't dropped the 'l-word' yet, but I know I feel it."

Mr. Weasley thumped him on the back. "This may come as a surprise to you, but I love her too." George's hand flew to his mouth in mock surprise.

Henry smiled softly. "I know, Mr. Weasley. I promise I won't hurt her. And if I do, you can use that machine gun on me; shoot me in the leg or something."

"I'm going to warn you that I don't have very good aim. I could easily slip and blow off you head," George said quite seriously, but Henry caught onto the joke.

"I'll keep that in mind, Mr. Weasley."

George picked up his tie and shoved it in his pocket, then ushered Henry out of his daughter's bedroom. He slung an arm around Henry's shoulders. "You're a good kid, Henry."

Henry began to cry and George became very alarmed, then he remembered their scheme.

"Oh quit crying. I didn't hit you that hard!" George called loudly so that his wife and daughter could here.

"No! Please don't get the gun!"

"Mr. Rogers you may not see my daughter!"

"But, Mr. Weasley, sir!"

"Get out of my home!"

Roxanne came running into the hallway.

"Dad!" She screamed, running to her crying, bloodstained boyfriend's side. "What did you do to him?"

"I guess this is goodbye, Roxy…" Henry whispered tearfully. George winked at him.

"What? Dad! You can't forbid me from seeing him! You are awful! I can't believe you hit him! Daddy!" Roxanne stomped her foot and it was at that moment that George and Henry both fell to the ground, laughing hysterically.

"It's not funny! Why're you laughing?" It dawned on Roxanne that both her father and her boyfriend loved setting her off; that they were both jokesters and a slow grin turned up the corners of her mouth. She laughed. "You got me!"

George hopped to his feet, pulling up Henry. "Henry, I'd like to offer you a job at my joke shop. That was a beautiful performance."

"That sounds fantastic, Mr. Weasley!"

Roxanne gave her a father a smile and mouthed, "Thank you," before dragging Henry into the kitchen to clean up his face. She laced her fingers through his and grinned up at him. He pulled a funny face and kissed her quickly.

George leaned against the doorway, next to his wife.

She kissed him softly. "You know, George, they always say that daughters marry someone like their father."

George grinned and gave an approving nod as he heard something breaking in the kitchen, the distinct sound of someone being squirted with water, and his daughter's high pitched giggle. This Henry kid knew how to have fun.

I hope you guys liked it. Please, please review with who I should do next. I want to an Arthur-Harry one, but I need more ideas.

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