A/N: so the Norbert Junior matter is solved, for now! Hmmmmm…this gives me lots of potential disasters to write about…we shall see. We still have 16 and a half years to go. Sorry the chapters are getting shorter, I'll try to keep them at 600 or more words. Is the story funny enough? I personally think it should have a lemon chapter coming up, what do my readers think? Just so you know, I'm going to ballet camp for the first two weeks of July, so I'm not going to be able to update much. Plus the week after ballet camp I'm going to a chalet, so I'm not going to update regularly until the last week of July. Sad! I know a few people really enjoy this fic (or at least I hope) so I'm sorry to let down my fellow fangirls and their fanboy counterparts. Wow that was a long author's note! Disclaimer: for the last time (though probably not the last time I write this) I don't own Harry Potter. That hasn't changed since I posted the last chapter of Those 19 Years, I don't suddenly own it now. Presenting: chapter 8!

Chapter 8:

(Ron POV)

We were at Hagrid's hut on the Hogwarts grounds, after Harry and I met up to discuss what to do about Norbert Junior. Hagrid welcomed us inside, then commenced fawning over the little dragon. "Aw, ain't he a beauty!" Hagrid said. "He's so little, I hope I can get 'im to grow a bit. I've seen bigger toads!"

Harry laughed nervously at the thought of a bigger dragon in his house. I winced inwardly, recalling Hermione's reaction to the tiny dragon, let alone a bigger one. "Maybe he's ok small, Hagrid," I tried to convince him. Merlin knows what'll come up knowing Hagrid's unpredictable whims and his forbidden-by-law magic umbrella. Hagrid shrugged. "Anyways Harry," he (Hagrid) continued, "since you and me'll be taking turns in looking after Norbert Junior, why don't I teach ya ev'rything I know 'bout dragons." After Harry nodded his approval, Hagrid continued. "Well, you gotta feed 'em ev'ryday, when they're small you bottle-feed 'em. After a few months 'o that, you can give 'im little pieces 'o chopped-up meat. Sometimes you can give him a little eggcup-full 'o peach juice, but not too often. Got it?" finished Hagrid. "Sort of," Harry replied. "What's that for?" he asked, pointing up at the cushion-like thing attached to the ceiling. "Oh that's just a dragon-bed. They like soft nests, so we'll give 'im a little pillow stuffed with fluff and woven twigs. That one's for when Norbert Junior stays with me, and this one," Hagrid says, pulling out another dragon-bed "is for when he's with you."

Hagrid then began supplying us with bottles, instruction manuals and a dragon-bed each. "That oughta' be enough for now. Come over anytime if you need help, or more supplies." "Bye Hagrid!"

In February, many months later

(Hermione POV)

"Oh my God! Ginny I'm getting married in an hour!" I blurted hoarsely. "Shhhhh," reassured my maid-of-honour, Ginny. "It's alright. You love Ron, and he loves you. Everything is okay. It's time for you to get married and be happy. You're not planning on having kids right away, are you?" she questioned. "No! Of course not, we're not ready for that!" I say. "Then what are you nervous about?" Ginny countered. I paused to think why I should be nervous, and came up with nothing. We were already living together, that won't change, we each pay half the rent on the flat, we went grocery shopping together, basically most things we did were done together. All that changes with marriage (for now) is my surname. "I don't think there's anything to be nervous about, Ginny," I reply slowly, "it's just so new, I'm getting married to my soulmate, then we're traveling the world, it's just too perfect". Ginny softened. "Hermione, I get that you're nervous, but everything has been taken care of. You will walk down the aisle, say your vows, finish the ceremony, then have fun at the reception. Now are you going to get dressed or not?" Ginny's last statement worked on me as I had completely forgotten that I hadn't gotten dressed yet.