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A/N: Okay,this is sort of an extra.
I had planned to include a bit of wedding reflection in Chapter 7, but it became
Chapter Seven - "Wedding Reflections from the Burrow"
"''Twas the night AFTER the wedding, and all through the house, not a Weasley was stirring, not even the ghoul
in the attic.
The Weasley family, minus Charlie,
Bill and the newly wed Percy, but including Harry and Hermione, had arrived back at the Burrow after sundown, happy
but extremely tired. They all agreed that it didn't seem possible they had been picnicking by the river two days
before! Since the plans were to meet Danielle and Adrian along with Danielle's family, in Diagon Alley the next
day, no one had argued when Mrs. Weasley shooed them all up to bed. They heard Mr. and Mrs. Weasley come up soon
after, and soon things were fairly quiet at the Burrow, except for the occasional small explosion from the twins'
room and a muffled giggle from Ginny's room, where she and Hermione were, no doubt, reviewing the events of the
day.
Harry was still amazed everything
had gone so smoothly.
By the time they arrived by portkey,
Ivy and Molly had been there for awhile. The food had been transported, and added to, and Ivy had brought in loads
of the huge sunflowers Penny and Percy had their hearts set on. The day of the wedding, some of those sunflowers
had been magicked into the trees surrounding the pool and garden area where the wedding would take place.
Fred and George had amused themselves
at Percy's expense in various ways, one being to have the flowers droop from the trees when Percy came near, and
begin chanting "Pompous Percy, Former head boy- Bighead boy, do you take this similarly pompous witch to live
in excruciating boredom with, until you both shall perish from it?" But since this only happened when Percy
was alone, he'd had little success convincing his parents, Penny, Chris or Ivy the flowers were really talking.
Harry, Ron, Fred and George had hidden in the various shrubs to watch Percy shaking his fist at the sunflowers
he'd wanted so badly.
"Percy really got mad didn't
he?" Harry whispered to Ron, who was lying in bed looking at a picture that had been taken of himself and
Danielle. Ron had a big grin on his face, and Harry could see Danielle waving merrily to him, and occasionally
blowing a kiss.
"Yeah," Ron replied, distractedly,
but then remembering, he laughed aloud. " Fred and George really outdid themselves, didn't they? Percy was
expecting the food to be trick food, but they didn't touch that. Probably knew Mum would turn them into horklumps
or something. He was pretty surprised they didn't do something during the wedding."
Harry replied, "Your folks
were too. I saw your mom giving them these nervous looks, as if she expected the whole place to turn into a huge
fireworks show. And Percy spent more time watching the twins than he did looking at Penny. She got pretty irritated,
you could tell."
" Not nearly as much as she
did when those two veelas showed up to entertain, and Percy acted as if he didn't know he was at his own wedding!"
Ron snorted, then turned pink as he remembered how he'd felt when he had been turned down by Fleur when he asked
her to go to the Yule Ball. " Hey, Harry, d' you suppose there'll be another Yule Ball this year?"
" Probably not," Harry
answered. "Considering the luck we usually have, since we've got people to invite this year, it'll turn out
to be the regular Christmas feast and that'll be it. Besides, I'm hoping Sirius will be cleared by Christmas holidays,
and we'll be in a house someplace. Or maybe with Hermione and her family."
"Maybe Danielle will invite
me home with her this Christmas," Ron replied, in the distracted voice he'd used earlier.
Harry snorted, but said "Maybe
so." as he turned on his side and tried to go to sleep, wishing Mrs. Weasley hadn't shooed them off to their
bedrooms before he'd had a private moment with Hermione, and a goodnight kiss. She sure had looked pretty at the
wedding..........
~ ~ ~ ~
Downstairs in Ginny's room, there
had been a lot more muffled giggling. Adrian had kissed Ginny, her first real kiss, and she and Hermione were analyzing
all aspects of the kiss, and discussing how everyone had looked and behaved. Hermione had worn a short salmon pink
dress, covered by a shorter, almost transparent robe that was more like a cape. She had known she 'd made the right
choice when she saw Harry's face light up when he saw her. He had commented that she looked like a really pretty
flower from some magical garden, and had added regretfully that he'd sure miss seeing her legs, once they got back
to school. She had promised to wear skirts under her robes more this year, and to fasten the clasp loosely.
"Do you think Adrian liked
my dress and robe?" Ginny asked, though Hermione knew she was well aware that Adrian had been impressed. Ginny
had worn a dress made of soft golds and browns, in a silky material, and her robe, like Hermione's had been short
and so transparent as to almost seem not there. Her hair had darkened a bit over the summer, and was more bronze
than bright red. Adrian's had not been the only eyes to notice Ginny that summer, but she didn't know that yet.
Hermione was idly flipping through
a muggle magazine, when she gave a quickly stifled laugh and tossed the magazine into the trash can.
"What was that?" Ginny
asked.
"Oh,the silliest thing!"
Hermione giggled. "Some muggles seem to be making a movie about wizards and witches. They even look as if
they tried to make it look like a school. The school didn't look so bad, but the actors and the way they dressed
were a hoot. As if any of us would go around in white shirts and ties, and robes that look like black bathrobes!
It's getting harder and harder to remember I spent eleven whole years entirely in the muggle world. Harry and Ron
would get a laugh from that though. And can you imagine Fred and George wearing starched shirts and ties?"
They both laughed at this, and turned
back to a sleepier discussion of the wedding, and what they would do tomorrow in Diagon Alley.
~ ~ ~
Further down the hall, Fred and
George were going over plans for the next day in Diagon Alley, as well as discussing the Italian girls they'd met
when they had sneaked down to the village the night before the wedding. It had been a busy couple of days, as far
as spending time with far more experienced females, and George was grumbling a bit about having to go back to Hogwarts
and girls their own age. Fred however was openly looking forward to seeing Angelina, and told George he'd better
wake up and appreciate the girls they knew.
"Sure those Italian girls were
fun, but do you suppose they can play quidditch? And I'll bet they'd run away screaming if they knew some of the
pranks we've played. Nah, call me crazy, but I'll take Angelina anytime. Besides being pretty and a good sport,
she flies better than any witch I've seen, possibly excepting Ivy. And she's always up for a prank."
George had to agree and said he'd
show more appreciation of Katie in future. The twins turned to a sleepy discussion of the veela they had gotten
to come to the wedding reception, with some help from Bill and Fleur. Before he had been dragged away, Percy had
tried his best to convince the veela girls that Cornelius Fudge had assured him that he was sure to be the next
Minister of Magic and that five professional quidditch teams had been trying to recruit him!
And in the last bedroom on the hall,
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were wearily happy that the first of their children was happily married to the witch of his
choice. Though they had never spoken the feeling aloud, each continued to hope Percy's ambition would not lead
him to go against what they had tried to teach all their children. Unfortunately, neither felt as certain this
would be the case as they would have wished.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Except Danielle and Adrian. Everything belongs to J.K.Rowling, who I idolize but sure wish she would be able to
finish book Five faster and make those movie people be true to what she's written.The magazine in the trash can
is for WB, along with Hermione's comments.
Now back to.completing your regularly
scheduled Chapter Seven.