Harry didn't really know what to do. He wanted to be with Hermione, but as the time for the NEWTs were getting dangerously close she insisted on spending all her time in the library. Harry didn't mind doing a bit of studying himself, but there were limits. Still, one of the things he loved the most about Hermione was her ability to throw herself completely into a matter that interested her. Or he loved it the most when it was he who was the matter…

He closed his eyes and started to plan what he would do to celebrate with Hermione after they had finished their tests. Suddenly something was poking his shoulder. "Excuse me, are you awake?"

Harry opened his eyes and saw Draco Malfoy's mother, Narcissa. "Yeah, just planning something." He smiled at his plan. "Well. I wanted to talk to you. Could we find somewhere private?"

He dragged out the Marauder's map. "Sure, there is an empty class-room nearby. We could go there. Am I in trouble?"

Narcissa smiled. "No. I just wanted to talk to you." They walked in silence for the rest of the way. When they found the empty classroom Harry promptly sat down at one of the desks. "What is it then?"

She sat down on one of the other desks. "I am going to marry Sirius. How do you feel about that?" She looked expectantly at him and was a bit shocked to find him laughing. "Has taken the two of you long enough time. Who proposed?"

Narcissa smiled sheepishly. "I did." Those two words caused Harry to break into a roaring laughter. "Sirius already told me, but he said he proposed to you. I am inclined to believe you however. When did you do it?"

"A while ago. He probably told you long before I actually did it. He told me a few hours after I'd proposed that he actually had planned to do it himself and that he already had told you that we were getting married. A little bit ahead of himself, but that he always has been."

"So, let me get this straight. Sirius told me a few days ago that he had proposed to you, but it wasn't until after that had happened that you actually did the proposing. That's blackmail material, Mrs. Malfoy."

"Yes. I know. But you and I know the truth, and that's enough for me. You might call me Narcissa if you want to."

They sat in silence for a while. "Do you want to live with us after you graduate?" She looked kind of nervous when Harry didn't say a thing for a while. "Harry?"

"Where will you be living?" Harry looked at her like that mattered a great deal. She shrugged. "We haven't decided yet. I think Sirius' old home is a likely prospect, mainly because it is so large."

"Planning a large family then are you?"

Narcissa smiled at him. "Could be, but for the moment we have two sons that might need lodging for a while and afterwards their families would surely come to visit us." Harry smiled impishly back at her. "You sound certain of yourself. How do you know that both Draco and I are going to have families?"

"Pu-lease. I wasn't born yesterday. Draco is getting married to Ginny Weasley as soon as possible. With her family history they are almost certain to have a large number of babies. You and Hermione also seem very close, but I won't predict anything for you, yet. I am no Trelawney."

"Thank Godric Gryffindor for that. But I think you might be right about Draco and Ginny. If only her brothers will let them be alone enough for them to ever reach that level." Harry remembered something and smiled.

"Did you know that Hermione and Dumbledore plotted so that Ginny and Mal… Draco would be alone in the Astronomy Tower all night? Nobody knows quite what happened, but after that night Ginny and your beloved son talked to each other, they even exchanged a kiss in front of Ron."

"I'd almost say that my sneaky father was one of a kind, hadn't it been for the fact that your girlfriend was helping him. You know that it isn't wise to encourage the old and the crazy, they might turn senile." Narcissa flashed him a grin that told him she didn't think her father was all that old.

"Well, she wasn't my girlfriend then. So I really didn't have a saying in what she was planning. She did invite me along, but I refused. Later on, your son and his fiancé sent Hermione and myself invitations to meet in the Quidditch Locker Rooms at midnight."

Narcissa leaned forward. "Oooohhh. Saucy. Tell me more." She didn't look like anybody's mother at the moment. She looked more like Parvati Patil or Lavender Brown on a search for a good gossip to tell others. "Some of it is private." Harry tried to sound hurt. "Never mind. It isn't like I am going to tell the entire school." Just Sirius, Dumbledore, Molly Weasley and Draco. Which is almost the same. Harry thought the last part to himself. But he couldn't resist.

"The invitations were sent out anonymously, but I still decided to go. To tell you the truth I am glad I did. I don't think I would have gotten the courage to tell Hermione that I loved her, if it hadn't been for being locked in the locker room with her. Of course, she made the first move. Don't girls always? But I quickly caught up with her, and delivered a line that was perfect for saying and walking away. Unfortunately, or rather the opposite I couldn't. I had to stay there and talk things through. So we ended up together. How did you and Sirius end up together? I doubt that I'll ever get a rational explanation from him at that point."

Narcissa's eyes got dreamy and her smile turned wistful. "It was back in our fifth year. We had been going to Hogsmeade together for ages, but just as friends. The day it all happened he was fifteen, I was sixteen. I had always felt that he was something other than the prankster he showed to the world, but I never knew what. We got paired together for a project in History of Magic. I can't remember what exactly it was about, just that it involved the two of us heavily studying in the Library. We had found this faraway corner that no one seemed to use. We had all these heavy books lying between us, dusty as if they hadn't been touched by anyone since they were put in the library. Suddenly he found something related to our project and he wanted to show it to me. He just looked so kissable when he did it, that I kissed him. From that day, to the day we fought over something insignificant we were inseparable."

If Harry had been a girl he would probably have gotten tears in his eyes from the look on Narcissa's face when she was telling him the story. It was the kind of story one told to ones children and grandchildren when they came to you begging for a story. Harry could almost hear the voices of unborn children. "Tell us how you met Grandmother."

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After Ginny had left Ron he wondered what to do. Protecting his little sister from boys with dangerous and less than honorable intentions had nearly became so much of a life-style for him that he actually hadn't had the time to worry about his own love-life, or lack of. Now the entire matter with Ginny was out of his hands. There wasn't really anything he could do, but somehow he had grown a little faith in Draco. At least Draco would make sure that Ginny didn't get involved with any other boys.

"And soon I'll probably be an uncle." Ron smiled slightly at the thought. A new baby with red hair. He had been too young to remember when Ginny was born, but Ron liked babies. He had several older cousins who'd had babies some years ago. Babies were something he could see in his future as well. If only the right girl would make an appearance in his life.

Ron decided that he might do something useful so he started writing a list. With names that could be used for future Weasleys and Malfoys.

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A/N: Yeah. I don't own anything, beside the plot. The characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

I realize that I have mixed up the facts in this story, I'll explain it by saying that Sirius took the events before they actually happened, he was so sure that he would get yes to an eventual proposal. I also know that there isn't much prophecy business here, but it'll come when I am ready to write it. More Draco/Ginny, Harry/Hermione, Sirius/Narcissa in the next chapter.

When I was writing this I realized that I had no clue to how my own grandparents, or even parents got together. I knew that my mother telephoned my grandmother from the university when she had met my father and told her mother she had met a tall, dark and handsome man with the most amazing curls. But that's about all I know. So I asked my mother if she knew how her parents got together. Apparently my grandmother had gone to a class to learn how to make lamps (?) and met an acquaintance of my grandfather there. That acquaintance took her along to a dance where my grandfather was. My mother wasn't sure, so I'll ask my grandmother. Probably seems like a useless story to tell you, but I got inspired from my story. :)

I am not sure how much longer I am going to write this story, but I have to get to the leaving, the marriages and the babies. Then we'll see. I might do a sequel where the prophecies gets solved… We'll see. In the meantime, join my group on yahoo.

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