NOTES:
Yes, this is it! The end! No more for this fic… hope you had fun reading it as I did writing it!
DEDICATION:
A big glomp to all of my reviewers: thanks for the feedback and encouragement!
DISCLAIMER:
If after 21 chapters for this fic alone… and heaven knows how many other things I've written… you still think I own Harry Potter, you suck.
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"No, for the 359th time, you may not!"
"You're horrible! I did not marry you because you were an overbearing prat!"
"Cass, I love you even more than I love Quidditch, and I want you to be happy no matter what, but you will not go cavorting about on a broomstick when you are pregnant with our baby!"
Cass crossed her arms over her chest and pouted, and Oliver ran a hand through his hair, a frustrated expression on his face, "Even your friend Skyler, the evil plotter herself, was reasonable about this when she was expecting."
"That's because her actually behaving herself would be far more disturbing and alarming to Warrington than her giving him an argument," Cass rolled her eyes. Oliver gave an exasperated sigh, and put his hands on her shoulders.
"Then, can't you alarm me by not giving me an argument over this?"
"But—but… we need a broomstick in the house! What is going to happen when I go into labor and you panic, and I don't have a broomstick on hand to hit you over the head with to snap you out of it, so you can take me to the hospital?"
"Oh, that will be completely unnecessary," Oliver said quickly, "You've an arm like a catapult, I'm sure that when the time comes, you can slap me or something, and it should suffice."
"At least a Muggle broomstick? A MUGGLE broomstick?" Cass wheedled. Oliver shook his head firmly.
"Muggle items can be enchanted. I've known the Weasleys for years… don't think that you can pull that trick on me."
"Damn…" Cass grumbled, "This is really quite annoying."
"I know, love…" he sat down next to her, putting an arm around her shoulders and tucking a lock of her dark hair behind her ear. Kissing her cheek, he gave her a lopsided smile, "It'll be over soon."
She sighed, but gave him a small smile, "I know… let's hope that Marcus doesn't kill you when the time comes…"
"Well, he didn't kill me at the wedding… I don't see why he would try to kill me now," Oliver said reasonably. Cass laughed.
"Well… at the wedding, Karen had slipped Tranquilius potion into his champagne…"
Oliver's eyes widened, and Cass giggled. "I'll tell Karen to bring some more when the time comes, all right?"
"Yes… yes…" Oliver said hurriedly. Then, his harried expression was replaced by a tender one, "He's going to be a Keeper when he gets older," he laid a large hand on her bulging belly.
"No… SHE is going to be a Chaser."
"Keeper."
"Chaser!"
"Keeper!"
"Shut up," she admonished, leaning forward and pressing her lips firmly against his. He did as she asked, hands reaching down and resting on her back as hers tangled in his hair, their mouths moving over each other.
Cass leaned into the kiss for a moment, then pulled away suddenly, her eyes wide. "Shit!"
"What?" Oliver looked at her, alarmed at the sudden change in her demeanor. She mutely pointed down, and he saw a puddle of water on the couch.
Needless to say, he panicked.
"I told you we should have kept a broomstick in the house," Cass grunted even as a wave of pain shot through her. She slapped him hard, snapping him out of it, and the last thing that she said before he Apparated the both of them to St. Mungo's was, "You're a bastard, do you know that? Oww… tell me why I love you again?"
Of course… it was a rhetorical question. She knew the answer: there was none. Perhaps she was daft for loving him… but that was the way things were. And for once, she had no problems with it.
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An emerald is as
green as grass;
A
ruby red as blood;
A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;
A
flint lies in the mud.
A diamond is a
brilliant stone,
To
catch the world's desire;
An opal holds a fiery spark;
But
a flint holds fire.
~Christina Rossetti~
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WHEEEEEEE!!!!! AND IT'S DONE!!!!!!