Marrige is a great thing
Chapter 2
Dinner with the Weasley's
I absolutely hated getting ready for dinner today. I dread it, I fear it. I have to, though. The only reason, is because I don't wanna go! Wahhhhh! Sorry, got off track. It will be about the worst. Well, here goes!
"HARRY JAMES POTTER! WE NEED TO GO!" I screamed.
"Ok, ok!"
"Hurry u-u-u-u-p!"
"Ready?"
"YUP!" He took some floo powder, dropped it in the fireplace, and said, THE BURROW! He picked me up, and jumped in. Mum was having everyone set up in the living room. We came out and I shouted,
"WERE GETTING MARRIED!" Then, we were attacked by hugs. And 'Congrats!'
"Mum? Do you mind if we… er… skip dinner?" I asked.
"No, of course not!"
"Thanks!" We apparated off. We had a late night last night, and we were tired.
A/N I didn't feel like writing dinner with the weasleys, so whatev.
