Thank you guys for reviewing! Everyone has been really nice and I hope that the rest of my story
is good. I am only putting up this small part of the story for now. I have been really busy and I
am taking a few minutes to do this so please forgive me for not putting much up. I am going to
try and get more of the story done and put here on the weekend. That's all I have to say for now.
Enjoy!
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Later that day . . .
Ron stood in front of a large mirror in his parents room fixing the collar on his dress robe.
Harry walked up behind him and put his hand on his shoulder. The scribbles from his daughter
were still slightly visible on his face. He was grinning like a maniac and slapped Ron playfully
on the ass.
"Best be going you old fool, I believe you have kept Hermione waiting long enough."
Harry walked across the room and looked out the window. "You better hurry, your mum looks
like she is dying."
"She always does at weddings. You should be used to it. You have been in the family for
six years now." Ron was still concentrating on his collar. "Damn thing . . . won't . . . get normal
looking."
"RONALD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" A few moments later Mrs. Weasley burst in
the room with the fury of a rabid cat. "HERMIONE IS NOT GOING TO WAIT ALL NIGHT
FOR YOU."
Glancing reproachfully at his mother Ron did what he could with his collar before
walking towards her.
"Fine mum, lets go get this over with." Ron stuck his chest out and walked passed his
mother. Sighing loudly she fallowed behind.
Mrs. Weasley stopped before walking out the door "Are you coming Harry dear?"
"Yes, soon, just give me a second." Harry said, rather distracted by the activity down
below.
At first Harry was not sure what was going on, there was too much confusion. Ginny
had started screaming and pointed and then Harry realized what had happened. Fred and George
were running in circles trying to catch Maggie. She had eaten one of the canary creams on the
food table and was screaming. Harry mumbled something under his breath and walked out of the
room with one last look in the mirror. He tried to flatten his hair out of habit, before he closed
the door.
is good. I am only putting up this small part of the story for now. I have been really busy and I
am taking a few minutes to do this so please forgive me for not putting much up. I am going to
try and get more of the story done and put here on the weekend. That's all I have to say for now.
Enjoy!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Later that day . . .
Ron stood in front of a large mirror in his parents room fixing the collar on his dress robe.
Harry walked up behind him and put his hand on his shoulder. The scribbles from his daughter
were still slightly visible on his face. He was grinning like a maniac and slapped Ron playfully
on the ass.
"Best be going you old fool, I believe you have kept Hermione waiting long enough."
Harry walked across the room and looked out the window. "You better hurry, your mum looks
like she is dying."
"She always does at weddings. You should be used to it. You have been in the family for
six years now." Ron was still concentrating on his collar. "Damn thing . . . won't . . . get normal
looking."
"RONALD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" A few moments later Mrs. Weasley burst in
the room with the fury of a rabid cat. "HERMIONE IS NOT GOING TO WAIT ALL NIGHT
FOR YOU."
Glancing reproachfully at his mother Ron did what he could with his collar before
walking towards her.
"Fine mum, lets go get this over with." Ron stuck his chest out and walked passed his
mother. Sighing loudly she fallowed behind.
Mrs. Weasley stopped before walking out the door "Are you coming Harry dear?"
"Yes, soon, just give me a second." Harry said, rather distracted by the activity down
below.
At first Harry was not sure what was going on, there was too much confusion. Ginny
had started screaming and pointed and then Harry realized what had happened. Fred and George
were running in circles trying to catch Maggie. She had eaten one of the canary creams on the
food table and was screaming. Harry mumbled something under his breath and walked out of the
room with one last look in the mirror. He tried to flatten his hair out of habit, before he closed
the door.