The Weasleys and the Devil's Child
-- Part Five
By Juliette
-- Click my name to find links to the first four
parts (under fanfic!)
Chapter One – Where I Left Off Last Chapter…
So George washed his feet, and they no longer smelled. The next morning Heather awoke with no recollection of the previous nights events and Harry and Fred awoke in the Weasley living room on opposite couches.
A few days later, Nina went back to Hogwarts, then two years pass…
Chapter Two –The Jones'
Once again, Nina Weasley emerged from the Hogwarts Express, this time for the Easter Vacation. She was not going home; but to her best friend Dylan's house. Dylan was muggle born and it was Nina's first time visiting a muggle house.
Nina tried to drag her trunk and keep up with Dylan as best she could. Midway across the crowded platform, Dylan dropped his trunk and turned around. Nina did the same, placing her hands over her hips and narrowing her eyes at him. In return, Dylan grinned and they both burst out laughing. This wasn't unusual; it was a nearly daily ritual.
"Ok, so where are your parents?" Nina asked.
"Outside the barrier," replied Dylan. "They're muggles, remember." Oh yeah. They waited on a long line of departing students going through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. Dylan, being more scared than Nina, ran through.
"Dylan!" Just as Nina emerged from the other side of the barrier, she heard someone call her friend's name. It was a short girl wearing muggle jeans and a fitting blue sweater.
"Hey Vicki," called Dylan. The girl pushed her way through the muggles and wizards between her and her brother. Dylan gave her a quick brotherly hug. "Vick, this is Nina," Dylan said, introducing them.
"Hi," said Vicki shyly.
"Hi," Nina replied.
"Where's mum and dad?" asked Dylan. Vicki pointed across the busy hall toward the exit.
"They're waiting outside by the car." Dylan groaned, sweeping a dirty blond bang out of his eyes. The prospect of lugging his trunk out to the parking lot was devastating.
Vicki skipped alongside Nina and her brother. She seemed to be quite hyper active and asked Nina a lot of questions. "Do you have any siblings?" was the one that triggered the whole thing.
"Yes, I've got seven, as-a-matter-of-fact," replied Nina. Vicki's eyes lit up and her brother grinned.
"Here we go," he muttered.
Although she had definitely heard his remark, Vicki chose to ignore it. "Really? Do all wizard families have eight children? Do they all go to Ho'wars…"
"Hogwarts," corrected Dylan. Vickey shot him a shut-up glance.
"I knew that toad-face!" Vicki shouted at her brother. "I read the books!"
"Well," began Nina. "No, most families do not have eight kids, do they?"
"No, but it's a wizard family… there's this one from the book that had seven, what did you say your surname was?"
"Shut-up Vicki!" threatened Dylan. "Families are all the same, wizard or muggle!"
"I'm ignoring you!" shouted Vicki. She stormed off ahead of them, not caring who she ran into in the process of leaving the crowded station.
"Sorry about her," Dylan sighed. They stopped near a bench to rest, piling the trunks onto it. "Its just sibling rivalry, we really do love each other." Nina nodded, she was too out of breath to say anything. "I mean, you must know what I mean, you've got seven siblings! Vicki's just one sister."
Nina shook her head. "You're forgetting how much older all my sibling are. We never even bicker, although they do amongst themselves."
"Amongst themselves? What's that mean?" asked Dylan.
"I, I don't know," stuttered Nina. What did I mean? "I suppose I feel somewhat isolated from them because they've been grownups since pretty much as long as I can remember. They're all married; Bill's even got a daughter. I'm right in the generation gap."
"Don't say that," cooed Dylan. He put his arm around Nina's shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze. Nina tried hard not to think of the time that her twin brothers had made her look like a Weasley. Whenever she did, Nina began to think of herself as an outsider, not a Weasley.
"Let's keep moving," Nina said, pulling her heavy trunk off the bench. Dylan nodded retrieving his own trunk and they continued on.
* * *
Mr. Jones was an average man in every respect. He was a fairly successful accountant who led a "normal" life with his wife and two children. His daughter, Victoria or Vicki was twelve years old. She was fairly pretty with shoulder length dirty blond hair and hazel-green eyes. To her father's disapproval, Vicki's developing body was beginning to be noticed by her male classmates. Mr. Jones' son was different though. He was a wizard.
Not meaning to put it in a bad way, but having a wizard in the family was very unusual. After Dylan had gotten his acceptance to the magic school, Nora, Mr. Jones' wife had traced her family tree back ten generations. She discovered that her eighth great-grandmother had been a witch. Somehow, the magical genes had skipped that many generations in the family.
"They're coming," cried Nora. She ran across the lot to the two fifteen-year-old children coming toward them at a slug's pace. Unenthusiastically, Mr. Jones got out of the car and opened the trunk (I forgot what this is called in England, anyone know?). He wasn't sure how they were going to fit two large trunks into it.
"Mum!" cried Dylan, prying the woman off of her. Nora Jones immediately reminded Nina of her own mother; too kind and too touchy. There were many differences though. Mrs. Weasley was old enough to be Nora's mother. Mrs. Jones was around 35-years-old and the nicest muggle woman Nina had ever met. Actually, she was pretty much the only one she'd ever met.
Chapter Three -- Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix
Once they'd crammed into the back of the Jones' three-year-old, red Acura, Nina began to feel out of place. She was entering a strange world which she had never known and had always been told was inferior to her own. Every so often, Mr. Jones glanced awkwardly through the rear-view mirror at her. There was an odd and uncomfortable silence as they drove onto the bypass.
Bored out of his wits, Dylan Jones poked his sister every few seconds, hoping to stir some sort of angry response. "Stop it," she snapped. Vicki had her head dug in a muggle book, which she was obviously fascinated by.
"C'mon Vicki!" The girl ignored the more intense prods in her side, pushing Dylan's hand away, but never looking up from the book. "What are you reading anyway?" her brother asked. Vicki lifted the book for them to see the cover.
"Oh my god!" Nina cupped her hand over her mouth. The title read Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix.
"What?" asked Vicki curiously, finally pulling her eyes away from the thick book.
"Harry Potter is real," she gasped. "Let me see that book!"
"I know that Hogwarts is real," replied Vickey. "But this is all made up by some wizard, right?"
"Let me see that!" demanded Nina.
"Let her see it, Vick," said Dylan, reaching across the back seat.
"No!" shouted Vicki stubbornly.
"What's going on back there?" demanded Mr. Jones.
"Is this about those magic books?" asked Mrs. Jones, more kindly than her husband did.
"Yes mum, and she won't let us see it!" Dylan pried the book from his sister's grip.
"Give it back!" whaled Vicki. Nina turned and stared at the girl beside her. How dare she?
Suddenly, Vicki's mouth was bound shut, magically. She tried hard to open it, but only a deep humming noise came from her throat. Eyes wide with terror, Vicki sank back into her seat.
"What did you do to my sister?" demanded Dylan.
"I didn't do anything, honest!" She wasn't so sure though; her and Dylan were the only ones in the car with the ability to put a mouth-binding charm on the girl.
"What do you mean you didn't do it?" asked Dylan, more angrily. "She's annoying but we're not aloud to do magic during the holiday, you know that!"
"I didn't do it!" Shouted Nina. She felt the blood rush to her face and her fists tighten on her sides. "My wand is in my trunk!"
"Do what? What's going on back there, are you all right Vicki?" asked Mr. Jones.
"Nothing, Dad, she's fine," replied Dylan. After a few seconds, Dylan whispered, "Can you fix it?"
"Do you have your wand?" asked Nina just as quietly. He nodded, poked through his jacket pocket for the ten and a half-inch, wand. It felt foreign under Nina's grip. She performed the simple anti-hex, which released Vicki from the spell.
"Mum!" she whaled. Nina clapped her hands over the girl's mouth.
"Listen, it was an accident," she hissed. Slowly, Vicki nodded her head and fell back into her seat. She was silent for the rest of the ride.
Chapter Four – The Almost Kiss
The Jones' home was a simple two-floor brick house. The street in which they lived on was rowed with these identical homes. It was located in a lovely muggle London suburb. It was a fairly warm day for mid-spring and there were children riding bicycles up and down the block.
The interior of the Jones' house was like nothing Nina had ever seen. Everything was run by electricity. She was amazed how creative the muggles had been to get around magic. It also amazed Nina how neat and straight the house was.
Upstairs, there were four bedrooms. The largest belonged to Mr. and Mrs. Jones, while the other three were precisely the same size. The room next to the landing belonged to Vicki. The next down the hall belonged to Dylan and the one directly next to it was a guestroom. Generally, this room was designated to Nora's mother who visited often.
Sweat gleamed on Mr. Jones' brow as he set Nina's trunk onto the carpeted floor beside the guest bed. He rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, then directed Nina to the adjacent bath and showed her the light switch. "Wow," she said in awe, repeatedly switching it on and off.
Nina didn't care that Mr. Jones was giving her a funny look for being amazed by a light switch or that she was slightly uncomfortable because there was no ghoul to make noise overhead. She plopped onto the soft bed and slipped off her shoes.
"Nin?" Dylan popped his head through the bathroom door.
"How did you get in my bath?" demanded Nina. "No magic, right?"
"It's a shared bath," explained Dylan. He showed her the door leading to his bedroom. They stepped into it closing the door behind them.
"What's that?" asked Nina.
"What's what?" replied Dylan.
"That!" pointed Nina.
"Oh that," chuckled Dylan. "That's a computer, would you like to have a go.?" Nina looked awkwardly at the big box and screen thing as if it were about to jump up and bite her.
"No," she said. "No I don't think I will, thank you though."
Dylan shrugged. "Oh yeah, I've got the book," he said.
"Oh, the book," mimicked Nina. Somehow she'd blocked the events from the trip, and everything was being triggered back into immediate memory. "The spell…"
"Look, Nin, don't worry about it. We all do small magic without wands when we're angry…" Dylan started.
"I wasn't angry!"
"You were, Nin," Dylan replied gently. He was only a few feet away from her, and quickly closed the gap and put his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. "I want to know what's going on just as much as you do," he whispered.
Nina pulled her head away from Dylan's shoulder and looked up into his twinkling hazel eyes. Instead of smiling and laughing as it usually did, Dylan's mouth was pulled down into a concerned position, but immediately became a wide grin.
"You know what this is?" he asked, pulling away from Nina. She shook her head. "It's a telephone, a wireless telephone." A What? Nina had heard of the telephone; an adequate muggle communications devise. "Go like this," demonstrated Dylan. He held the receiver up to his ear and said "hello?"
Nina took the telephone out of his hands. He was grinning like an idiot, obviously hoping she'd make a fool out of herself. This was exactly what Nina did. Hands shaking, Nina raised the phone to her ear. She was surprised how well it fit against the side of her face. "Hello?" Dylan started laughing. "HELLO?" she shouted, wondering if she wasn't speaking loud enough.
Frustrated, Nina was about to throw the device at her on-the-floor-laughing, idiot of a friend. Just then, it started ringing loudly in her ear. As if it were a hot coal, Nina jumped into the air and threw the phone straight across the room.
Dylan was beside himself for a good part of the next ten minutes laughing. "It's not funny!" Nina shouted, once she'd stopped shaking. This only made Dylan laugh more, and soon Nina jumped on top of him and tackled him to be quiet.
Despite being a somewhat slim and delicate looking fifteen-year old girl, Nina was quite a match against her best friend in wrestling. For a few minutes the friends rolled around on the bed, neither having reached a winning position.
"What are you doing I can't breathe!" Nina shouted. Dylan had finally pinned her down under him.
"Alas! I win," he grinned.
"Next time," wheezed Nina. Dylan looked into her eyes and wore a smirk which made her want to hit him and kiss him all at the same time. Over the school year the two friends had grown very close. Late at night, Nina found herself wondering if Dylan considered their relationship as more than friendship; after all, he had only invited her to stay with him during the vacation. Nina was too busy worrying about whether or not Dylan liked to her to ask herself if she liked him back.
Nina's body began to ache from Dylan's weight; yet she didn't want him to move, not ever. He continued to stare into her eyes, not saying a word. The awkwardness of the silence had passed. Nina ignored it, her mind numb with some sort of anticipation. Slowly, Dylan cleaned forward and cupped his hand over the smooth black hair, which cascaded over her right ear.
Nina could feel Dylan's heart beat increase, his chest flattened on hers. She could feel her own speed up and her breath get shorter. Her lips felt dry and Nina didn't think she could speak if she tried. Chills ran down her spine as Dylan combed his fingers through her hair. His mouth was about an inch from hers, and Nina felt herself close her eyes. The last thing she saw was Dylan doing the same thing, and…
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. "Dylan?"
Dylan scrambled off the bed, but Nina could barely feel her legs. Standing up was quite out of the question.
"Vick?" called Dylan. His voice was shaky.
"Let me in," came Vicki's distinct voice. Dylan snapped the lock off his door and stepped aside. Vicki's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates when she saw Nina sitting light-headed on her brother's bed.
"You were… you were snogging…" she gasped in disbelief.
"No we weren't!" said Dylan. "Don't you go tell mum lies about us either." Vicki seemed to be pondering something for a few seconds; then her eyes returned to their normal size. She was in no position to rat out a witch and wizard; even if they were underage.
"What do you want?" demanded Dylan. Shaking, Vicki held up a book. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.
"If you're going to read them," she said. "Start from the beginning." Typed across the side cover was the words year one. "Give me back the other one and I'll lend you all seven books," bargained Vicki. "The last one just came out last month," she added as if it were special.
Dylan glanced at Nina who nodded. He handed his sister Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix with his right hand, and took Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone with his left.
* * *
Dinner was a quick and silent affair. To Nina's relief, Mr. and Mrs. Jones asked her very few questions about being from a magical family. Vicki ate silently, only speaking when she wanted the potatoes or the salt.
After dessert, which was homemade chocolate chip cookies and milk, Nina and Dylan excused themselves from the kitchen, back to Dylan's room. For the first time, Nina carefully examined Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone. It was by J.K. Rowling; Nina didn't know whether she was a muggle or a witch.
Nina sat in Dylan's lap as they read the book. Every few pages, he would gently brush the hair from her neck and lean his chin onto either of her shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held the book so Nina didn't have to. When she turned the page, she would touch his hands for a second, giving her Goosebumps.
It was nearly eleven o'clock when they finally finished reading and the Philosopher's Stone. Nina was sobbing softly. She had cramps in her legs and back from sitting in the same position for three and a half hours.
Who is J.K. Rowling? Nina pondered. If she were a muggle, how had she known the Harry Potter story? Nina was eager to read the next book, but her eyes were heavy and red from crying.
Dylan walked Nina back through the connecting bath, into her room. The shared a familiar hug, then stared at each other for a long awkward moment. Nina felt her pulse speed up and her head became light. Was he finally going to kiss her? Dylan leaned in and the last second planted a small peck in Nina's cheek. "Goodnight," he whispered before disappearing back into the bathroom.
* * *
Over the next three days, Nina and Dylan finished the entire Harry Potter series, and were itching for answers. "We've got to start on the Internet," announced Dylan. They were sitting in his room, brainstorming ideas.
"What is the Internet?" asked Nina. She was hoping it didn't have to do with the telephone. Every time it rang in the Jones' house, Nina jumped a few feet in the air. She was beginning to get used to it though.
"The Internet is a powerful network with information seen from a computer," explained Dylan. Nina, who didn't understand a word he was saying, gave Dylan a look that read something similar to was that English? "Try explaining a polyjuice potion to a muggle," Dylan muttered.
"What was that?" Nina asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Nothing," he muttered, "nothing." Dylan, who was already seated at his desk chair, swiveled around to face his computer. Nina was less scared of it and curiously watching him type in the letters www in a little box in the thing he called a window. "We'll search in Yahoo-dot-com," he said. He typed in the yahoo and a little period and the word com.
"What does that mean?" Nina asked. She could speak Chinese about as well as she could understand a muggle computer.
"It's a search engine," replied Dylan. Nina immediately thought of a steam engine; the Hogwarts Express. She shook her head, trying to release the image; it had no relevance.
Dylan typed the name Harry Potter and click on a small button with the word search engraved in it. After a few seconds, a huge list of "links" came up, all containing Harry's name. "Where should we start?" asked Nina.
Dylan scrolled the cursor down the screen and stopped at the Bloomsbury site. "Might as well start with the official site," he said. The caption read 'with special entrances for Muggles and for Witches and Wizards.'
"Oh good," Nina said, "maybe she is a witch." But it turned out to be a hoax. According to the long biography of Joanne Kathleen Rowling went to all muggle schools. "So, then she's a muggle?" asked Nina, who was completely confused.
Dylan scrolled to the very bottom of the page and didn't find another hopeful site, which might tell them who J.K. Rowling really was. "Next Twenty Matches?" Nina pointed to the screen. "Does that mean there's more?"
"Nin, don't touch the screen," Dylan said.
"Sorry," Nina mumbled.
"It's all right, you didn't know." Nina nodded. "Let's try this," Dylan suggested. He pointed the cursor at a small link on the bottom of the page that read Ask Jeeves. "I think I used to use that site to do my homework before I went to Hogwarts," Dylan said.
"Who is Jeeves?" Nina asked.
"I don't know," replied Dylan. "Let's worry about J.K. Rowling now, ok Nin?"
"Yeah, Ok Dyl…"
"Don't call me that!"
"Don't call me Nin!"
"I can call you whatever I want to, Nin!"
"Oh yeah?" shouted Nina. She stood up, Dylan doing the same thing. They had a short tackle session, partially forgetting the search.
Chapter Five – METMA
Once the wrestling match was over, Nina and Dylan re-seated themselves in front of the computer. Dylan clicked on Ask Jeeves and immediately a bunch of linked showed up in the form of questions. The first one read: Where can I find Harry Potter fan fiction?
"What is fan fiction?" Nina asked. "Harry Potter isn't fiction," she added as a side thought.
"I don't know, want to find out?" Dylan asked. Before he waited for a response, Dylan had already clicked the Ask button. A new window appeared with a huge list of stories and authors.
"Click on that one," pointed Nina. She was careful not to touch the screen though.
"It's a few years old though," Dylan said. The date read 1/22/01. It also said that it was written before the release of the fifth Harry Potter book, not to mention what was it?
"I don't care, click or I'll make you wish you did!"
"Yes master," Dylan mocked. Nina glared at him. She didn't know he could see her through the reflection of the monitor.
The story called Tommy's Great Adventure (parts one-four) took a few minutes to load. When Nina and Dylan had finished reading it, their mouths were open and eyes wide. "That's sick!" Nina exclaimed.
"What kind of joke was that?" Dylan asked. "Let me get this straight," he started, changing his voice from confusion to anger, "that hundreds of innocent people died during this magical reign of terror because a bunch of aliens wanted fish and chips?"
"Look, we missed something," Nina said, hoping to change the subject. She read out loud: "A/N… (what's that) Hope you guys enjoyed that crazy fic. Please send reviews and join METMA, here is the web page --> METMA" (note: there is another metma link at the bottom of the fic! Please keep reading) "Click that," Nina instructed.
Dylan clicked on the link which brought him to a webpage with the logo METMA across the top. Outloud, Nina read "Muggles for Equal Treatment of Magical Articles."
Chapter six – Better Be By The End
"What the…" Dylan was inturupted by a loud tapping on his window. "It's an owl!" he said, unlatching the window lock. The mid-sized brown and white specked bird fluttered through the window.
"That's Log! He belongs to my brothers Fred and George," Nina said, grabbing the owl out of the air. She set it down onto the computer table and carefully untied the letter bound to his front-leg.
Just to be sure the letter was decent for Dylan to read, Nina read it
through before showing him:
| Dearest sister Nina,
My Ninny! How is vacation at the muggles'? Hope they haven't burned you at the stake yet! Anyway, mum is making a huge fuss about you and your friend Dylan having dinner at The Burrow next Thursday night. Dad wants to know if the muggle house had a fireplace, send an owl back.
(who else),
P.S. Say butterbeer ten times quickly in one breath. |
"Anything interesting?" Dylan asked. Nina tossed him the letter and rummaged through Dylan's drawer for a parchment and a quill. When she only found pens and paper, she decided they'd do.
"What's the butterbear thing?" Nina shrugged. "I guess I'll try it," Dylan said. He took a deep breath… "Butterbeer, butterbeer, butterbeer, butterbee, butterbee, budderbee, buddebee…" deep breath. "Owe, how many times was that Nin?"
"About six," Nina replied, holding back a fit of giggles. "You should have heard some of the things you said, it almost sounded like better be by the end." They both burst out laughing.
"Anyway," Dylan said, finally catching his breath. "We should ask about the books," he said. "Your father can look into it, wasn't he in the ministry?"
"Yeah… how do you hold this thing?" Nina was referring to the pen. The ink kept blotching and it felt awkward in her hand.
"Let me write," Dylan responded, chuckling that Nina couldn't hold a pen straight. "Never mind that, I'll type it!"
"Err…" started Nina.
"What, don't tell me that'll scare your parents…" responded Dylan.
"It might… but that's not the problem." Dylan raised his eyebrows. "My dad's a bit of a fanatic with muggle electrical objects…"
"Oh say no more! Don't worry Nin, it'll be fine." Dylan sat himself in front of the computer and opened a typing program. "So what are going to say?" he asked.
* * *
Half an hour later, Dylan had typed out the following letter:
| Dear Mum, Dad and everyone else,
Dylan has an unblocked
fireplace; you can come and pick us up at 6:30 PM on Thursday. The
muggles haven't burnt me at the stake yet, but thanks for asking.
Much Love,
P.S. Dylan typed this letter
on a computer! (Dad, it has plugs!)
|
"Plugs?" chuckled Dylan.
"Don't ask," mumbled Nina. She was a little startled of the printer, but was amazed to see the letter on the sheet. Looking from the screen to the duplicate paper, Nina repeated "wow" a few dozen times.
Chapter Six – Red Light, Green Light, One, Two, Three
Nina and Dylan made a pact to not worry about the Harry Potter books and have fun for the next week. They spent to next few days going to movies, playing muggle board games and even hanging out with Dylan's sister, Vicki.
Vicki had either forgiven or forgotten that Nina had bound her mouth on the car trip back from Kings Cross Station. One sunny afternoon, the three of them were in the Jones' backyard playing mother, may I with the neighbors' twin children, Arnold and Jane (both six-years-old).
"This is a pointless game," Nina whispered to Dylan. She kept forgetting to ask 'mother may I' and was losing miserably.
"I want to be mother," Arnold whaled.
"You can't be mother, you're a boy!" his sister shouted back.
"Let's not fight," coaxed Vicki, who was officially their babysitter for the afternoon. "How about we play red light, green light, one, two, three?" The twins liked this idea, so it was decided.
After Dylan and Vicki had quickly explained the rules to Nina, Arnold become the traffic light.
"I'm a traffic light!" he teased to his sister. She poked her tongue at him. Nina had to resist blurting out ignorant muggles! "Red light, green light, one, two, three!" Arnold shouted.
The boy turned around and pointed at Nina. "Who me?" Nina asked as if he must be kidding. Arnold nodded slowly. Nina narrowed her eyes. "Stupid kid, I didn't even move!"
"Yes you did!" shouted Arnold, stubbornly.
"That's it!" Nina shouted. She wasn't sure how, but the next thing she knew, Arnold was blinking a red and a green eye. They were as bright as small traffic lights.
"You stupid witch!" Vicki screamed.
"Shut up Vicki," threatened Dylan. "Nina, what did you do?"
"I, I don't know!" Nina stumbled backward, tripping over a hose. Upon landing in the soft grass, Nina put her head in her hands. Everything was spinning and confusing. Nothing made sense. It didn't even bother Nina that she had made an advanced Transfiguration without a wand; she didn't know why she did it.
Not able to bear it anymore, Nina felt her thoughts dissolve and everything went black.
* * *
"Nin?" Nina felt dampness on her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open, at first all she was blur. Nina's eyes focused and Dylan's face came into view. Head still spinning, Nina tried to sit up.
"Nin, don't do that," Dylan said, gently pushing her back into the bed of grass she was laying in.
"What happened?" Nina asked.
"I don't know, but it stopped happening when you passed out," replied Dylan. He was holding a warm, damp washcloth to her head.
"What's that for?" Nina asked weakly.
"Its an old muggle method of waking unconscious people," explained Dylan. The warm water felt oddly good.
"What about the twins…" Nina started.
"Don't worry, Vicki took them inside." Nina couldn't help but worry. The world was no longer spinning and Dylan allowed Nina to slowly sit up. After another few minutes she helped her stand up.
The sun was just beginning to set and leaning on Dylan's shoulder, Nina enjoyed the display of colors in the sky. They started with light pink into purple, each minute the colors took more bold shades. A few seconds before the sun finally disappeared beyond the horizon, Dylan turned to Nina.
Whispering, he said "I'm not really sure what happened, but I know you're not a bad person, Nina Weasley." Dumbfound, Nina nodded. "I've been trying to tell you something for a few days," he continued.
"Really?" Nina asked.
"No… for a few years actually," Dylan replied. "Shut up or I'll never get up the nerve to say it again, OK?" Nina grinned. "I like you," he blurted.
Nina smiled even wider; then she started laughing.
"What's so funny?" Dylan asked, scared that Nina was taking it as a joke.
"Nothing… OK, I'll tell you, but you might not understand."
"What? Tell me!" insisted Dylan.
"Achalta ha kelev sheli!" Nina gasped between violent giggles. "Fred taught me that one, he told me it was mine to use when I had my first kiss."
"First kiss?" asked Dylan confused.
"Well yeah, you are going to kiss me, aren't you?" asked Nina boldly. Dylan nodded, then took one of Nina's hands into his and leaned forward and kissed her. It was a short peck on the lips, but the sweetest first kiss Nina could have ever asked for.
A/N2: This part was not so funny as it was cute. Obviously, the next part we'll find out whether or not J.K. Rowling is a witch or a muggle. I know and I'm not telling you!! ::pokes fun at all the readers:: Please review below and tell me your theories!! Here's my webpage which has links to all my fanfiction. Here is METMA Mandy's Site. Join METMA! (HEHE... Mandy should pay me!)
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