Author's Note: Yellow roses, chocolate hearts, little pink piggies, flying cows, and lots of thanks to all my wonderful readers and even more wonderful reviewers! May Sun and hedgehogs always smile at you. :)

This is the final chapter of the second part of my Pigwarts trilogy. So don't get too sad, there will be part three as well. :)

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The Founding of Pigwarts II – Cooking Chaos

Chapter 21: The Wedding – Game of the Big Cats

The castle of Pigwarts stood bold and proud before the many eyes looking up to it. Perhaps it was more of a manor than a castle, just like the body of water near it was more of a pond than a lake, but Ginny knew that this was a castle, and that was a lake, no matter what some bitter people might say.

But even the bitter ones couldn't deny that it was still The Pigwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for it said so in large engraved letters above the main portal. It didn't include the school motto, Ginny was disappointed to find, but the purple flag underlining those words was still a nice touch, so perhaps she could overlook the missing slogan, at least for now.

People in the back rows started to whisper. People in the front rows got a better view, and were still too shocked to say anything. But Colin's camera was flashing, and she was ready to bet anything (since she had peeked over her shoulder and made sure she would win that bet) that Parvati's quill was scribbling furiously at the moment as well.

She contemplated whether she should say anything, or give them time to adjust and find their vocal cords. But before she managed to make a decision, someone did it for her.

"What the bloody hell is this?"

Ginny had expected that question, but she had expected it from Malfoy, not from her brother-dear.

"Since the destruction of Hogwarts, Wizarding Britain has been without a proper school. But we need one, and this is the solution. It's a brand new school for young witches and wizards, and yet it continues many traditions of its predecessor, the ancient and world-famous Hogwarts. It's even named after it, as you can see."

"Ginevra Molly Potter, did you found this school all by yourself?"

"No, of course not," Ginny replied, taking in the dangerous posture of her mother, wondering whether this would result in another yelling session. "Daphne did half of it."

The Slytherin girl hopped onto Dean at that, and waved to all those who had turned their shocked, smirking, or simply confused faces towards her.

"My little girl founded a school," Molly declared, and promptly burst into tears, turning towards her husband, who was quick to place his arms around her and pat her gently on the back. Once she had calmed down a bit, it was Arthur Weasley who furrowed his brow at the castle before him.

"Are my eyes deceiving me, or does this… building look awfully like Malfoy Manor?"

"This castle," Ginny replied with appropriate emphasis, "was indeed formerly know as Malfoy Manor, but its owner was generous enough to donate it for such a noble cause."

For some people, it seemed, this was even more shocking, but the furious cursing and objection Ginny had expected from the generous owner didn't come.

She glanced at Daphne, thinking that perhaps they had left Malfoy behind, but the shrug she received in reply told very clearly that he had been given a pebble, and the silence could be explained by either him dropping the tiny stone before she had activated it, or him dropping to the ground in dead faint after she had activated it.

Ginny was about to order her friend, whose perch upon Dean gave her a better view, to look around in the crowd for any sight of Malfoy, either standing and looking furious or lying and looking unconscious, when Parvati finally managed to make her way through the people, and was now standing in front of her, demanding attention, while Colin was still furiously snapping photos a few steps behind her.

The young but promising reporter fired away a couple of questions, and Ginny gave her a couple of answers, before redirecting them to Daphne so that she could go and see what her darling husband thought of his gift.

She told so much to Parvati as well, and the girl allowed herself one moment of hesitation, before realizing that Harry Potter plus Pigwarts was much better than only Pigwarts, and rushed after Ginny to get coverage of both Harry's first words and the romantic moment that was certain to follow.

Harry was still standing with his mouth open. He had given his wife a balloon. She had given him a school. Perhaps he could still buy her an island or something? Not that they were having some competition of gifts here, for they weren't, but Harry had been clearly not prepared for this.

"So," Ginny had reached his side. "Do you like it?"

It did take him rather many rather long moments before he managed to utter his answer, but Ginny, Parvati, Colin, and the rest of the crowd were all waiting patiently.

"It's bloody brilliant."

This quote of the famous Harry Potter made not only into the Daily Prophet, but years later it was even written down in the history books, and many future Professors included the question of 'What were Harry Potter's first words about our school?' in most of their tests.

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Once all the guests had got their chance to "ooh" and "aah", and Daphne had grown more than annoyed at the endless string of questions Parvati was sending her way, Ginny spoke up for the wider public once again.

She informed everybody of the official opening which was going to take place sometime during the summer, once she was back from her honeymoon, then asked them to pick up their pebbles again for a ride home.

Daphne drew her wand quite dramatically while Ginny whispered something to Harry, only instead of placing her master portkey onto her palm again, she threw it into the air, swished with her wand, and fired the spell.

And then all the people were gone, save for the two of them and Dean. Ginny was about to sigh in relief and send Daphne a 'we did it!' glance, when she suddenly became aware that they weren't quite as alone as she had thought.

The crowd had been a good thing. The crowd had been a safety net. Surely Malfoy wouldn't do something overly nasty in front of a bunch of people plus a reporter from Daily Prophet. But now the crowd was gone. Malfoy, however, was here, and rather conscious, judging by the fact that he was standing and glaring at them. The only thing that kept Ginny from Disapparating (besides not having her wand, that is), was the presence of Hermione, possibly the only person in the whole wide world capable of calming down an angry Malfoy. Ginny dearly hoped she was going to use that ability of hers.

"Hey!" Daphne called, hopping down from Dean and waving, for some reason believing that being friendly and carefree would make their adversary friendly as well. Ginny couldn't but strongly disagree.

"I'm going to ask you a question," Draco announced once the silence and tension had reached their climax, or he had simply got bored of the waiting. "Listen carefully, because your lives may very well depend on your answer."

Killed by her friend's boyfriend on the day of her wedding didn't seem a way Ginny wanted to go. In fact, the only way she was willing to go was up into the sky with Harry in that balloon. She glanced at Hermione, but no help seemed to be coming from that direction because her dear friend and bridesmaid was currently busy with looking upwards and whistling. Well, at least she wasn't smirking. Then again, neither was Malfoy. He was just gracing them with a very angry stare.

"We're listening," Ginny swallowed, recalling her words to Harry about staying here for a couple of moments longer, and wondering when he would be coming to look for her. Not soon enough, that was sure.

After another dramatic pause, during which the redhead managed to contemplate both running away and wandless Apparition, Malfoy finally voiced The Question.

"Where is my dragon statue?"

Ginny blinked. It didn't help. Damn.

"Pardon?"

"My dragon statue," Malfoy repeated, sounding dangerously casual, "The deal included a dragon statue. I clearly remember if not making it then at least reading about making it."

"I've got somebody working on it," Ginny replied automatically, "it will be here by the time of the official opening."

"It better be," Malfoy nodded, before turning and proceeding to walk away with his girlfriend, who had stopped the whistling now.

"Don't," Daphne warned, but Ginny couldn't help it. Perhaps her curiosity couldn't have killed a herd of hippogriffs, but it surely would have managed to do away with the larger half of it.

"Wait," the redhead called out, watching Malfoy and Hermione stop and turn back, wondering whether she had just signed her own death warrant. "You mean you don't mind us founding a school into your home?"

Draco took a moment to ponder, but it was clear he wasn't thinking about his answer, but how to word it. He even glanced at Hermione, and Ginny noticed the small nod her friend gave.

"If I had minded, I would have stopped you before, wouldn't I?" he spoke.

"Before what?" Ginny frowned. "Before the interview I gave to the Prophet?"

"No. Before today."

"But you didn't know of this before today!" Ginny exclaimed, feeling almost as confused as Ron had previously been.

Her frown only deepened as Hermione threw back her head and laughed, and she got this weird sensation that whatever was to come, Malfoy's anger would have been better. Which made it even weirder because an angry Malfoy wasn't really something she would wish for in any circumstance.

"Did you really think you could found a school in the Manor without my knowledge of it?"

"Yes!" both Ginny and Daphne declared vigorously.

"Well, you are wrong," he smirked.

"How?" Ginny demanded, while Daphne voiced the question of "When?"

"Well," Hermione answered this time, drawling out the word with a sly smile on her lips, "remember that time during Draco's birthday when you broke into his study and did some fine reading?"

Ginny remembered. She also remembered that Malfoy's birthday party happened before their founding of Pigwarts. But what she didn't remember was seeing Hermione at that party.

"You weren't at the party," she accused. "There is no way you could know of this."

Thinking about it, there was no way they could know about this. Except for… she glanced at Daphne. No, she was not a cow, so no friend-stabbing-friend-in-the-back situation.

"I wasn't at the party," Hermione admitted. "But I was in the Manor."

Ginny opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again.

"That makes no sense whatsoever," she frowned.

"It makes perfect sense," her friend declared. "The party was dead boring, at least before you tried to brighten it up a bit and drown half the Ministry. But I couldn't miss my boyfriend's birthday, now could I?"

"No, no, no, no, no," Ginny shook her head, feeling like she was a Professor explaining something to a student very intent on not understanding. "He wasn't your boyfriend back then. It was us who got the two of you together – I got you drunk, Daphne chained Malfoy and made the cookies. That's how you got together."

"Not quite," Hermione just had to argue. "I simply couldn't forget the night in the ruins of Hogwarts, so I came here to talk with Draco, and the rest is history."

"No!" Ginny stated fiercely, unwilling to give up so easily. "No, I got you drunk, Daphne put aphrodisiac into the cookies, and that's how you got together."

"This isn't going anywhere," Hermione stated the very obvious. "How about you got me intoxicated with alcohol and aphrodisiac, and I shagged Draco for the first time?"

"Well, you certainly did that," the redhead noted absently. "Wait! The pictures! I bet you didn't know we took those. Haa!"

"True. I didn't know about them. At least not before Draco told me."

"But you ran away! You broke his heart! And you told me to take revenge on Malfoy after he published those photos of me and Crabbe!"

What the hell had happened to the world during the last ten minutes? Nothing made sense anymore!

"I panicked, okay?" Hermione seemed irritated for the first time during their conversation. "It just came so sudden, and in a dungeon, and I thought that perhaps… well, I panicked!"

"You panicked?" Ginny raised a brow.

"You poisoned me with aphrodisiac, spied on me in a rather private moment, and took pictures?" she countered.

"You panicked. Very reasonable thing to do," the redhead said quickly. "I completely understand."

"Good," Hermione narrowed her eyes, but said no more, looking like she had done her talking, something Ginny didn't like one bit because not all of her questions had been answered.

"But she came back," Draco spoke, bending his head to give his girlfriend an encouraging kiss.

"Yes, I came back," Hermione agreed. "And we had a talk, and he mentioned the photos, and I got an idea."

"A brilliant idea, love."

"It was pretty ingenious, even if I say so myself," she smirked. "Anyway, we wanted to come out in the open with our relationship, but were a bit reluctant to receive all the public and media attention that would have surely come with such shocking news. So when Draco told me of those pictures you had taken, I had a thought. Then there were also those photos of you and Crabbe that he had bought from Adrian Pucey, not to publish them or blackmail you like you thought, but to keep Adrian from doing that. He might as well have destroyed them, but luckily for us, he didn't. So I came up with an article that wasn't too poisonous and had it printed with those photos, knowing that you would go through with your threat and publish the ones you had of us, but also knowing you wouldn't write anything dreadful about it because you didn't want me to get into too much trouble.

"And it worked like a charm. Some people were still too shocked about you and Crabbe to turn too much attention to us, some managed to accept it by then, some believed it was all rubbish, some thought it perfectly normal after the first article. Which meant we didn't have to hide ourselves in the Manor any longer, but could go out on dinner and dates. Since it had all been in the Prophet, people didn't bother or question us that much, as seeing us together was the only proof they needed. And most of the looks thrown our way were encouraging and approving."

"You used us?" Daphne voiced the question while Ginny was busy with imitating a fish.

"From the way I see it, it was good for everybody," Hermione winked. "We got an open relationship, you got to sneak around and think yourselves extremely clever, and the wizarding world got itself a new school. Everybody profited."

Ginny closed her mouth with a snap.

"You… you… you oversneaked us!"

"Guilty as charged," Malfoy gave his trademark smirk.

"I'll set Harry upon you!" the redhead threatened. "Yes, that's right. He doesn't know about you two yet."

"Yes, you can do that," Hermione nodded, not one bit scared. "If you want him to spend your entire honeymoon either yelling at us, or ranting about it to you."

"Aaarrrgh!" Ginny cried, stomping her foot violently on the ground. "You will pay for this. One day when you least expect it, we will show you just how sneaky we can be!"

"We'll be looking forward to it," Malfoy promised.

"We'll go back to the party now," Hermione spoke. "Nice job with the school. I especially enjoyed the Malfoy common room. Those ducks were superb. You know, he almost fainted when he saw them."

"I did not!" Malfoy protested fiercely, the blush on his cheeks not working in his favour. "It were those polka dots that made me dizzy."

It were the ducks, Hermione mouthed, before she turned around and ran after her boyfriend, her peals of laughter ringing in the air.

"They oversneaked us," Ginny repeated, sounding miserable now.

"Don't worry," Daphne patted her on the back. "We will get back on them."

"Still. They have no right to be sneakier than us. We worked really hard for this, but all they did was sit, and watch, and laugh at us. And they used us."

"But that is the higher order of sneakiness," the Slytherin noted. "Do nothing, get all that you want, and let others amuse you."

"They used us," Ginny restated stubbornly, then pondered about it. "Shmoly Salazar, they are sneakier than us!"

"We are still sneakier than most of the world. And we can improve," Daphne suggested.

"And improve we will," she promised. "I'll go on my honeymoon and be very sneaky with Harry, you stay here and be sneaky with everybody else. And once I'm back, we'll come up with the most ingenious and sneaky plan the universe has ever witnessed. And then they'll see. Oversneak us! Haa!"

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"It looks nice," the redhead complimented, once they had conjured themselves a garden bench to rest upon and admire their handiwork.

"Thanks. I'll add the motto later."

"How about changing it to 'Never play with the big cats – they're sneakier than thou'?" Ginny offered.

"'Be evil. It's the way of having more fun'?"

"'Take revenge, and eat cookies'?"

"'Lawn carts don't stand a chance against a Giant'?"

"'Unless they're sneaky'," Ginny added. "I like that."

"Me too."

"And I like that purple flag. It's a nice touch."

"Me too," Daphne agreed. "That's my bathrobe, by the way."

Ginny looked at her, then back at the pretty flag which was actually a pretty bathrobe, as it came out.

"So that's why you're wearing a nightdress," she commented after a while.

"It's not too bad. You should be grateful I'm not sleeping nude."

"I am," the redhead said with a shudder, the image of a slightly different cowgirl flashing through her mind, "believe me, I am. Though I'd love to see those headlines in the Prophet."

"Well, I can always appear naked to someone else's wedding," Daphne offered.

"You could go naked to Hermione's and Malfoy's wedding!" Ginny exclaimed. "That would show them!"

"Yes, that would definitely show them. As to showing, shouldn't we go back to the party and show your husband that you are still alive?"

"I suppose," spoke Mrs. Harry Potter, yet didn't make a move.

"Where's Dean?"

"By the lake somewhere," Ginny supplied. "He was looking rather miserable."

"He needs milking? Again?"

"No, I think it's your plan to make him jealous of Ron working only too well."

"How did you know of that?" Daphne frowned.

"Because I'm sneaky!" Ginny declaimed proudly, then added, "and because you told me."

"Oh! But that was because he was staring at Parvati."

"I think she was trying to interview him."

"Oh… Really?"

"Yes," Ginny nodded, sounding wise. "He's a famous Quidditch star after all. Or at least he was, I don't think that cows are allowed to play it."

"I'll go talk to him."

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When Daphne came back, Ginny was entertaining herself with a brand new school song for their brand new school.

"One little, two little, three little piggies,
Four little, five little, six little piggies,
Seven little, eight little, nine little piggies,
Ten piggies, oh! I'm so sneaky!"

It wasn't much of a song, she had to admit, but it did make her feel better.

"So, what's the verdict?" she inquired.

"I am never going to drink milk again. Ever."

"Why not? I thought you'd like it?" Ginny smirked, and turned to smirk at Daphne, but finding only a blushing cow. And there was something wrong with the cow.

He wasn't a cow anymore.

"Oh, you got rid of the curse," she remarked. "How?"

"I kissed him," Daphne winked, coming to stand beside her ex-cow.

"You mean you didn't do it before?" Ginny frowned.

"No, why?"

"Erm, you mean I didn't tell you that you have to kiss him in addition to the charm?" the redhead inquired, trying to remember how to look innocent. She remembered how to look sneaky, but that wasn't probably the same.

"I think that slipped your mind."

"Oops!" Ginny gave a sheepish smile.

"No worries," Daphne waved the matter away. "We had fun, didn't we?"

Dean the Human glared at Ginny, but once he turned towards the Slytherin girl, his look softened. Considerably.

"Yes, I think we did."

"We all did," Ginny remarked, then shuddered at the nostalgia in her voice. Nostalgia was for old people, for Merlin's snake! Sake. Whatever.

"Life is not going to be boring from now on, just because you got married," Daphne admonished.

"Nothing can be boring with you in it," Dean announced, giving Daphne a rather smitten glance.

"We still have a school to run," the girl reminded.

"We still have to prove our ultimate sneakiness," Ginny agreed.

"We still have to get my bathrobe back," the Slytherin sighed. "What? I really like that bathrobe. Purest Indian silk. And it was a gift."

Dean narrowed his eyes.

"From my mother."

Dean unnarrowed his eyes in relief.

"And then there's the statue," the redhead added.

"And the motto."

"And the official opening."

"And the students."

"And our work is never done."

"And never-ending is our fun."

"And I've got a balloon to catch," Ginny winked.

"Let's go then," Daphne said, drawing her wand.

Dean put an arm around her waist, and Ginny threw hers round the girl's shoulders, for the portkeys had done their job and the Slytherin was the only one with a wand.

"Bye-bye, Piggy," she waved at the castle. "See you soon!"

The End (Of Part Two)

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A/N: Pigwarts is founded and unofficially opened, Ginny and Daphne got oversneaked and are planning their revanche, Dean is a cow no longer, and I thank you all again for accompanying me on the path that has brought us this far. Hope to see you all soon at the third part of the Pigwarts Trilogy. :D Until then, all the best!

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