Weasley Genes

Chapter 3

Author's notes: Okay, this is the third chapter. Sorry I had you guys wait for so long! Also If you guys want to know what stories/summary I am working on including the unfinished, Check out my Annabelle Rose Facebook page. Click on the link in my profile!


It was friday night A few hours before the play, and Rose was pacing back and forth trying to get herself ready and nervous at the same time. Down stairs, Ron looked absolutely dashing. His Hair curl in the way he had it in his third year at Hogwarts. With a velvet green suit a white shirt and a matching tie.

finishing the last touch of his tie, Ron called, ''Rose love, are you almost ready? We don't want to be late!''

''Coming Dad!'' Rose called back. She turned to her front mirror and took a deep breath glazing at the tiny veil laying on her dresser.

''Okay Rose, this is it. You can do it.'' Shaking herself all over she quickly grabbed the veil closing it into her purse before getting out and walking out the door.

''I'm so sorry I took so long, I was trying to fix...'' Rose paused her sentence for a moment when she glaze upon her father looking handsome as ever.

''...My hair. You look dazzling.''

Ron smiled at Rose's reaction as well as his with her sparkling blue party dress.

''Same with you. almost as if you weren't my daughter.''

''Is that a bad thing? People think all sort of things.''

''That's true.''

''But I like to play with them a little. I'll just say, doesn't my date look drop dead sexy?''

At the word drop dead sexy made Ron blush. ''Well, I don't think that is appropriate to say.''

''But again, people will think all sort of things''.

Ron smiled giving her a quick kiss on her forehead. ''Come on, We better get going.''

''Wait,'' Rose began. ''We're not going to floo there?''

''No, Rose. We're going to use you grandfather's car.''

Rose smiled. ''Can we fly there?''

''We must behave like muggles. That's means without magic...''

Rose nodded her head in agreement before walking through the door.


Downtown London was crowded. People were everywhere walking, talking, all cheerful. reguards of all the excitement, Rose was static holding her father's hand as they made their way through the crowd.

''You know, I will never forget the first time I came here with your Mother and your Uncle Harry,'' Ron smiled.

Standing in line for the play, Rose held onto Ron's hand. Glazing down, she didn't notice how huge her father's hand was. It nearly swallow her's whole! But she decided to quickly take her mind off of the subject because she was already nervous as it is. So she looked around at the people surrounding them. A family on the left a couple kissing on the right. ''Oh, please get a room!'' She thought to herself. It was then her eyes locked dead on a young woman that look no more than twenty-five. Her long red hair hung loose down her back with her black and white stripe dress. She was standing beside a bloke that looked like a wash-up version of a soap-orpea star. But her eyes were not on him her eyes were forcing on Ron, Licking her lips as she was eyeing him up and down. She caught Rose's envy stare on her and she looked away quickly.

''Bitch,'' Rose whispered under her breath turning towards her father which she was surprised that he was looking down on her.

Smiling, Rose asked ''Something wrong?''

Ron leaned down against her ear and whispered, ''Rose, if you keep squeezing my hand you're going to break my knuckles.''

Rose release her grip quickly and replied, ''Sorry, Dad. It's just I'm a little nervous is all. And... you're being eyed.''

Ron followed Rose's glaze to the petite young redhead who was for sure staring back at him Ron smiled and in return the young woman winked her eye.

''I...see. Don't worry about that, Honey.''

''I not.'' she wrapped an arm around him giving him a hug. ''I'm not worrying about anyone taking anything that's mine.''

Ron looked down at his daughter surprised by her attitude. But he didn't pay much attention to it. he glanced at the young woman quickly before replying,''Don't worry about nothing, love. I'm not going anywhere...''


''Wow, this is nice,'' Rose replied as she and Ron sat down at the table by the stage. ''Thank you so much Daddy for taking me.''

''Oh? So now I'm daddy again?'' He asked chuckling.

''Good evening,'' the waiter replied as walked up with a smile. ''Can I get you two anything?''

''A glass of champagne will be fine.'' Ron smiled.

''At for the young lady?'' He gestured to Rose.

''I'll have what he's having.''

Just as Ron was about to say something Rose interrupted him.

''Don't mind him, He's just being careful. That what I love about him.''

The waiter bowed his head. ''I'll be back with your drinks,'' and he walked away.

''Rose... You know you are not allowed to have anything to drink.''

''Come on, just one? It's better with you than with some guy taking an advantage of me.''

''Here you are sir, a bottle of the finest champagne and two glasses enjoy the show.''

''So,'' Rose began grabbing a glass raising her eyebrows.

''Fine, One time one glass. And don't tell anyone not even your Brother.''

''Deal.''

Filling both glasses with champagne, Ron took the frist sip following Rose who widen her eyes at the taste.

''Taste like strawberry. My favorite! With alcohol...''

''Don't get too tipsy on me now,'' Ron joked.

Rose was so into to what she was doing, she forgot about the vile in her purse. Well with the alcohol now in her system she felt she had the nerve to achieved her goal. Waiting to Ron to turn his head she quickly pulled out the vile pouring it into his drink throwing the vile down on the floor.

Rose flashed a smile acting like everything's normal.

''Alright there, Rosie?'' Ron asked.

''Great!'' going great until... ''Oh god...''

The young woman that was eyeing them earlier outside was sitting down with her date a few inches away from them.

''Are you kidding me?'' Rose asked.

''What the matter, Love?'' Ron asked as he took a another sip of champagne.

''It's that woman. She totally following us.''

Ron looked over at Rose's direction and sure enough the girl waved and wink her eye once more.

''Seems to me she has a little crush,'' Ron replied.

''Oh my god! She doesn't have the decently to a least act appropriate to her date. He doesn't even care!''

''Now Rose, what did I tell you about being jealous?''

Rose was shocked by his choice of words. ''Oh so now I'm jealous? She's young enough to be your daughter.''

''And... What does that make you?'' He asked raising his eyebrows.

Just as Rose was about to answer his question, one swift move and Rose ancidently spilled champagne all over her dress,

''Oh No! I spilled champagne all over my dress! Roxanne's going to kill me.''

Ron said nothing only laughed. The potion must be kicking in.

''It's not funny, dad. I have to clean this up. Be good until I return.''

''Yes...Ma'am,'' Ron replied as Rose walked away. busting out into sudden giggles.

In the bathroom, Rose tried desperately tried to wipe the stain off her dress but no matter how many times she wipe, the stain wouldn't budge. So with no one in the bathroom but herself, Rose took out her wand pointing it at the stain. she whispered a spell and the stain disappeared instantly.

''There that's why I love magic,'' she thought to herself now let's see what's going on with dad.

Stepping out of the bathroom into the theater, Rose stopped dead in her tracks at the sight. It seems that the pretty but slick older redhead had eased her way to the very dazed Ron. What shock Rose even more for the fact that Ron had wrapped a arm around her glazing into her eyes grinning and her date obviously left.

''Oh hell,no.''

storming her way over to the table, Rose placed her hands on her hips and replied, ''What the hell os going on here?''

Ron laughed uncontrollably at her trying to catch his breath ''Rose, darling. this is Ginger my new friend. Ginger, this is-''

''His lover,'' Rose cut in. ''And I appreciate of you step off and go on with your date.''

''He left and for good reason. he wasn't much as fun anyway.'' she smiled at Ron.

This was not going well as planned. Ron was drunk even more drunk because of the potion and he couldn't say here. He could get hurt... or raped.

''Dad, I want to go home,'' Rose replied flatly

''Wait a minute hold on, Dad? He's your father?''

Rose didn't answer her question. She just looked at her father. ''Dad...''

''We just got here love,'' and he glazed up at the busty girl beside him. ''I want to stay.''

I don't. I want to leave.''

''You heard you daddy princess. He wants to stay here...''

Rose was getting pissed off . ''Look, I am not talking to you you slutty bitch!''

''Rose!' Ron shouted. Watch your language, young lady!''

''You know what, dad you can stay I'm leaving, have fun with your little whore,'' and she walked off and out the theater.

''Rose, wait come back!'' Ron shouted as he stumbled his feet.

''There, That did the trick,'' Rose thought to herself.

''RosePlease,'' Ron grabbed her wrist pulling Rose close to him.

''I'm sorry, honey.'' He held her tighter. ''Please don't be mad.''

''Can we go home?'' Rose asked she felt like she may cry.

''Sure, Honey, We can go...''Before Ron was about to say home, he started to lose gasped as she struggled to hold him on his feet.

''Dad? Dad? Don't you dare pass out now...''

(To be continued...)