Harry Potter stepped out of the fireplace and into the Burrow. This was the home
of his friend's family. The family that was quite close to becoming his own by marriage.
"Mr. Weasley!" the-boy-who-lived called out into the quiet house, "I'm here!"
"Harry?" a thin red haired man came down the stairs and took in the sight before
him. Harry, now seventeen, was five foot eleven, a far cry from the little boy he had been
when they first met. He loved the boy with the messy black hair, green eyes, big round
glasses, and lighting scar as if he were his own son. A seventh son. Mr. Weasley and his
wife had only one daughter. His youngest child, Ginny, had grown up to be a very pretty
young lady. Mr. Weasley smiled thinking of his daughter.
"Hello Harry. Nice to see you again!" he pulled him into a fatherly hug," Y'know,
Harry, you're just like a son to me."
"Ummmm… Mr. Weasley, that's kind of what I came to talk to you about."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I'm kind of in a hurry right now," he glanced at the watch on his wrist for
emphasis, "But I would like to marry Ginny. She's beautiful." He said, as he thought,
"And has nice curves. She's filled out a lot lately. Boy. Why hadn't I noticed her
before?"
Mr. Weasley glared at him as a predator eyes its prey.
"Oh. And- and smart, and witty, and charming too, of course." Harry blushed
furiously, cursing himself for slipping up like that.
Mr. Weasley appeared deep in thought for what felt like an hour. After about two
minutes out Harry's fidgeting and tapping his foot and glancing at his watch, Mr.
Weasley was ready to make a decision.
"I think she's a bit young to get married…"
"But sir, many girls in the wizarding world have been married younger than her!"
"Harry…"
The seventeen year old quidditch star stuck out his lower lip and made his green
eyes big and watery.
"Oh alright. I'll talk to Molly."
Harry thanked him profusely, grabbed a cup of tea to go, climbed back into the
fireplace, and flooed to Hogwarts.
"Hey! Check this out!" Crabbe had come into the Slytherin common room from
the seventh year boys' dormitory down the stairs to the right, "They've actually posted a
new bulletin because of the fight!" he was standing in his school slacks and a Metallica
tee, looking at the cork wall on one side of the large room.
"Great," Draco Malfoy rolled his eyes, "we're so proud of you."
The boy took a mock bow, and then turned back to the wall covered in parchment
sheets of announcements. He spotted a black sheet with flashing, sparkling lime writing
on it.
"Hey…. There's going to be a masquerade! We'll have to go! There'll be food!"
"Sure. We'll just do that. Gimme that!" Draco had sauntered over to the wall and
had now snatched the paper away from his friend. "Muggle formal. Wear a mask.
Single and loving it, magical beast. Taken, insect. Looking for a dance partner, animal."
"What d'you think?" Crabbe asked.
"I'm going as a magical beast," Draco smirked, "no need to appear desperate."
"And besides," he thought, "Rose will never have to know it's me."
He continued to read, "Dress code: Muggle Black Tie."
"Sign me up!"
"Alright boys," he announced to the rest of his housemates in the room, "it looks
like we're going to a ball."
(A/N: Well, thanks for the two reviews. I was shocked to have some already. So I think
I said Tuesday, but now it's Wednesday. Whatever. This week is the end of the quarter,
and I had church activities that I'm not usually doing on Monday and Tuesday, so yeah.
Life's been a little more hectic than usual. I WILL have more by Saturday. Maybe even
Thursday, but I won't promise anything.
Yes, there are typos, there are grammatical errors, there are misspellings, there are
general rifts between the story and the book. I do not have a beta reader, and I don't
think I want one. I don't play well with others. So. Enough rambling. Please R&R. I
will love you forever if you do.)
of his friend's family. The family that was quite close to becoming his own by marriage.
"Mr. Weasley!" the-boy-who-lived called out into the quiet house, "I'm here!"
"Harry?" a thin red haired man came down the stairs and took in the sight before
him. Harry, now seventeen, was five foot eleven, a far cry from the little boy he had been
when they first met. He loved the boy with the messy black hair, green eyes, big round
glasses, and lighting scar as if he were his own son. A seventh son. Mr. Weasley and his
wife had only one daughter. His youngest child, Ginny, had grown up to be a very pretty
young lady. Mr. Weasley smiled thinking of his daughter.
"Hello Harry. Nice to see you again!" he pulled him into a fatherly hug," Y'know,
Harry, you're just like a son to me."
"Ummmm… Mr. Weasley, that's kind of what I came to talk to you about."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I'm kind of in a hurry right now," he glanced at the watch on his wrist for
emphasis, "But I would like to marry Ginny. She's beautiful." He said, as he thought,
"And has nice curves. She's filled out a lot lately. Boy. Why hadn't I noticed her
before?"
Mr. Weasley glared at him as a predator eyes its prey.
"Oh. And- and smart, and witty, and charming too, of course." Harry blushed
furiously, cursing himself for slipping up like that.
Mr. Weasley appeared deep in thought for what felt like an hour. After about two
minutes out Harry's fidgeting and tapping his foot and glancing at his watch, Mr.
Weasley was ready to make a decision.
"I think she's a bit young to get married…"
"But sir, many girls in the wizarding world have been married younger than her!"
"Harry…"
The seventeen year old quidditch star stuck out his lower lip and made his green
eyes big and watery.
"Oh alright. I'll talk to Molly."
Harry thanked him profusely, grabbed a cup of tea to go, climbed back into the
fireplace, and flooed to Hogwarts.
"Hey! Check this out!" Crabbe had come into the Slytherin common room from
the seventh year boys' dormitory down the stairs to the right, "They've actually posted a
new bulletin because of the fight!" he was standing in his school slacks and a Metallica
tee, looking at the cork wall on one side of the large room.
"Great," Draco Malfoy rolled his eyes, "we're so proud of you."
The boy took a mock bow, and then turned back to the wall covered in parchment
sheets of announcements. He spotted a black sheet with flashing, sparkling lime writing
on it.
"Hey…. There's going to be a masquerade! We'll have to go! There'll be food!"
"Sure. We'll just do that. Gimme that!" Draco had sauntered over to the wall and
had now snatched the paper away from his friend. "Muggle formal. Wear a mask.
Single and loving it, magical beast. Taken, insect. Looking for a dance partner, animal."
"What d'you think?" Crabbe asked.
"I'm going as a magical beast," Draco smirked, "no need to appear desperate."
"And besides," he thought, "Rose will never have to know it's me."
He continued to read, "Dress code: Muggle Black Tie."
"Sign me up!"
"Alright boys," he announced to the rest of his housemates in the room, "it looks
like we're going to a ball."
(A/N: Well, thanks for the two reviews. I was shocked to have some already. So I think
I said Tuesday, but now it's Wednesday. Whatever. This week is the end of the quarter,
and I had church activities that I'm not usually doing on Monday and Tuesday, so yeah.
Life's been a little more hectic than usual. I WILL have more by Saturday. Maybe even
Thursday, but I won't promise anything.
Yes, there are typos, there are grammatical errors, there are misspellings, there are
general rifts between the story and the book. I do not have a beta reader, and I don't
think I want one. I don't play well with others. So. Enough rambling. Please R&R. I
will love you forever if you do.)