A/N- Before you read this, go to Chapter 24; it's important to the conclusion of the story.

Weasley's The Name: Post Hogwarts

It wasn't until six o'clock that evening that the house was quite again. The extended family had left, but the entire house shook as Jacob discussed the owls he had received from various Quidditch teams in Europe. Puddlemere's coach, Hogwarts alumni Oliver Wood, sent quite a few, each explaining how he trained the greatest Gryffindor team.

"The bloody Cannons didn't send you a letter?" Ron growled as he jabbed his knife into his steak. "Can't believe that…they know you, don't they? Haven't you been to the locker rooms with Soledad?"

Jacob rolled his eyes as he flattened his mashed potatoes with the back of his spoon. Anthony watched from across the table as his brother seemed slightly discouraged at the last statement. The orange of Jacob's room proved his loyalty to the Chudley Cannons, and the lack of a letter had probably affected his joyful mood.

"Maybe the owl's slow?" Hermione quipped. "Or they're playing it smart, waiting to see how you fair at the camp, not that you're going to do bad, but you know what I mean."

"Yes, Mum," Jacob said in a monotone voice, now sliding the peas on his plate into the potatoes. Everyone sitting at the table (well, Delaney was busy mimicking Jacob's actions) stared at him, eyes wide with wonderment.

"Jake?" Emily finally asked, tossing a crumpled napkin at his forehead. Jacob caught it was a swift hand and flung it back at her before she was able to put her hand down. Ron grinned widely, but then frowned at his son's sour expression,

"Okay, what's wrong?"

The curly-haired twin sighed, leaning back into his chair and avoiding the stares of his family. He crossed his arms and finally raised his eyes to meet his mother's,

"Soledadwantsustomeetherfamily."

"What?" they all said at the same time, causing Delaney to giggle. Jacob sighed and sat up, running a hand through his hair,

"Soledad wants us to meet her family," he accented every word as if he was speaking to a child. Hermione's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands together,

"Oh that's wonderful, we've spoken before, haven't we? At graduation, I believe, they seemed so nice, and I've never been to Madrid. What does her father do?"

"He owns a large hotel there, El Fin de El Arco Iris." Jacob blushed slightly at his attempt at Spanish, though his mother looked very impressed. "The End of The Rainbow…Solely made me learn it," he muttered.

"I bet we'll hit it off grandly, now why do you seem so worried about it?"

Anthony and Emily snickered, causing Jacob to kick his twin under the table.

"Er…well…it's the first time we talk since…er…the fact that you're in-laws."

Ron dropped all the peas from his spoon as he turned to look at his son. Hermione gasped and put her hands to her mouth, her eyes watering.

"What?" Ron asked with an astonished look on his face. "Bloody hell!" he turned to Emily, wagging the spoon at her. "Don't you get any ideas!"

Emily blushed furiously and sneered at her father, turning away to avoid embarrassment. Hermione had rushed around the table and was hugging Jacob tightly around the neck, while he blushed with embarrassment and joy.

"When did this happen? How could you not tell us? Oh I'm so happy!" Hermione said quickly, wiping at her eyes.

Jacob's blush grew deeper. Anthony was just happy that they were ignoring him, but now that Jacob brought up meeting the in-laws…maybe it would be a good time to say something as well.

"Today, after I found out about the draft. It was her idea, actually," Jacob answered.

"She wants to go to medical school and that's about seven years already, and since I haven't even made any teams yet (Ron snorted at this), we just wanted to get married because we won't have time for it later on."

"It's good that you're thinking ahead, but there's always time for a celebration like this," Hermione said, her face literally glowing. "I'll have to talk to Mrs. Diego about this, I know we could think of something to do for you two!"

"We could have it on my birthday!" Emily piped, clapping happily. She looked ecstatic about the fact that Jacob's secret was revealed. "It's two weeks away, plenty of time for a small ceremony, plus everyone's gonna be there anyway!"

An excited murmur ran around the table, Jacob blushing furiously at the prospect of his wedding.

"It's settled," Hermione said with a giggle of joy. "I can't believe I'm going to be attending my son's wedding in less than fifteen days…" Her eyes watered, and quickly, before he could ready himself, she turned on Anthony, her eyes narrowing, "And what about you? What's going on with Taylor?"

"Oh," Anthony said with a high voice. Jacob grinned across the table and stuck his tongue out at his twin. "It's still on. I spoke to her last night."

"What aren't you telling us?" Ron asked, eyeing his son with suspicion. Anthony gulped; his father always knew when he was hiding something.

"Er…she wants you to have tea with her mother. I told her you would. " He watched as Ron rolled his eyes slightly, but in a manner that showed Anthony that he was okay with it.

"Oh, well, that's also wonderful. Does she want to make the plans or should I start doing that?" Hermione asked looking quite excited about the prospect of meeting for the first time in more than twenty years the woman who was horrible to her during their stay at Hogwarts.

Anthony shrugged slightly in his seat, and he felt slightly embarrassed, hoping his mother wouldn't ask where he spoke to Taylor,

"Er…she said she was going to send me a letter with some information."

"Yeah," Jacob cut in, "And Soledad would love it if you guys went to Madrid, since her parents just got back there from graduation."

Ron grumbled but nodded, and Hermione clapped her hands,

"Well then, I guess it's off to Madrid!"

*The Next Week*

"Your parents are going to hate me," Jacob said sadly, pulling one of his red curls into his eyes. Soledad was busy tying the many clasps of his cloak to notice the nervous look on her husband's face. It was one she had bought him from Madrid, and there was a certain way to tie it that Jacob could not figure out.

"I have flaming red hair, a horrible accent, I wasn't Head Boy or anything…oy, you should've had Anthony switch places with me for today…and I might not play for the Cannons!"

"Ave Maria…" she muttered, shaking her head. "You're overreacting. Mama is going to love you, and Papa…well, he might be a little suspicious at first, pero he'll get used to your flaming hair."

She stood up and smiled, looking absolutely thrilled about Jacob being in Madrid. He and his parents had arrived early that morning by Portkey in a hotel twenty minutes from Soledad's house. Soon, once everyone was ready, they would be off to see her parents.

Her parents had never met Jacob face to face, that time he spent at her beach house was under the supervision of her older brother, Joaquin and her sister Marisel. The two also attended Hogwarts, but were respectively five and seven years older than Soledad. The elder Diegos, Carlos and Rosa, had been on a weekend in Greece to celebrate their anniversary.

"Do you think my charming personality will win them over?" Jacob asked, examining his new set of cloaks in the full-length mirror. The clasps went all the way to his stomach, and the there were no sleeves. A white shirt went under it, the sleeves cuffed up right above the elbows, and he wore dark blue slacks to match the thin fabric of the cloak.

Soledad tilted her head as she examined him, walking around him slowly as Jacob stood rigid, his eyes closed. She wore a similar outfit, except she wore a long yellow skirt to match the color of the cloak. Without hesitation, she swung her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly from behind,

"¡Usted parece tan hermoso! ¡Si nos casaran ya le casaría otra vez!" she squealed, jumping up slightly. Jacob had a little idea of what she said, but he had no way to answer,

"Sí," he said simply. Soledad giggled and buried her face into his back. They stood for a few moments, her face in his back and Jacob's hands on top of hers until Ron's voice came from the other room,

"If I have to unclasps these bloody things one more time…"

Soledad giggled excitedly and raced away from Jacob and into her in-laws' room, hoping that Mr. Weasley didn't have a heart attack with the cloak she bought him.

"Mama! Papa!" Soledad exclaimed, rushing up the front steps of a very large house. It was covered with vines and two pillars lined the front door. Two people, now being hugged by Soledad, stood on the porch and now the Weasleys approached.

Jacob wanted to vomit, but he promised Soledad he'd make it through the day. Hopefully.

"Mi belleza," Carlos Diego whispered, hugging his daughter tightly. When they parted, he looked over at the Weasleys, eyeing Jacob with more interest than the rest.

He was a sturdy man, much taller than Soledad and his wife, but definitely shorter than Ron or Jacob. Round glasses rested on the tip of his pudgy nose, and his straight brown hair was combed back.

"¡Hola! ¡Recepción a mi hogar! Welcome!"

Rosa Diego hurried down the stairs to greet the Weasleys, giving kisses on both cheeks to Hermione and Ron, stopping in front of Jacob with a shimmer in her eyes.

"¡Ay, él es muy hermoso!" she giggled slightly, turning back to Soledad, "Usted va a tener niños hermosos," she said knowingly. Rosa had curly brown hair like Soledad, but it was cut very short, falling just below her ears.

"Mama," Soledad said, though a smile was tugging at her lips. Jacob smiled a scared smile as Rosa started to straighten out his cloak,

"Me plazco muy…" Jacob started. "Estar aquí."

Rosa squealed with happiness, hugging Jacob around the neck. Jacob, thinking he did the right thing, smiled over her head at Soledad, who beamed back at him. This might not be so bad after all he thought.

Anthony was sitting across the table from Emily as the mail swooped in that day. Both of their heads snapped up, eyeing the three owls that had landed on the table.

A large black one with a small package attached to its leg landed right in font of the eldest daughter. Emily immediately took the package off and gave the owl a small treat before she raced up to her room.

Pigwidgeon hooted happily and chirped his way into Anthony's bowl of oatmeal, dancing around as if it were a birdbath. The letter he held in his beak was raised high, safe from the oatmeal. Chudlina hooted with annoyance and dropped the letters she had, and then flew to her perch, eyeing Pig with disdain.

"Thanks Pig," Anthony said with a roll of his eyes. The little owl flapped his wings with glee, splashing Anthony with little specks of oatmeal.

After he wiped his glasses clean, the redhead carefully tore open the letter, recognizing Taylor's handwriting. With one last sip of his tea, Anthony began to read.

Dear Anthony,

          Hello darling, it's only been a week since I've last seen you and I'm already yearning for you to sleep by my side again (Anthony blushed furiously). I've spoken to my mother, and yes, she is willing to have tea with your parents…and…oh Anthony, I hope you're sitting down. (He wiggled in his chair to make sure, wondering what was getting her so worried). After you left that morning, I went downstairs to meet Malcolm, and…my father.

"Holy shit," Anthony whispered, reading the last two words over again. Draco Malfoy actually visited Taylor? Why…what was the purpose?

          I know what you're thinking, and believe me, I have absolutely no idea what Malcolm told him to get him here, but there he was, sitting in my dining room looking about as nervous as I felt. We talked; it was a little awkward at first, but Anthony! He's such a sweetheart! He told me everything about his time at Hogwarts, and all these years since I was born, he's really quite interesting and amazing.

          The tea date is set for the Sunday before your sister's birthday.

          Write back if it's a problem, and now that you know what Malcolm's house is called, I hope to speak to you through the fire connection, all right?

                                                                             Love always,

                                                                                                Taylor

Anthony sat back in the chair, staring down at the letter with wide eyes. He pushed a hand through his long hair (his mother had begun to pester him about cutting it), a deep sigh being released from his mouth.

He wasn't exactly sure how his parents would take to dealing with Draco Malfoy, for he heard the stories his father had talked about to his uncle Harry. Ron Weasley wasn't a large fan of any Malfoy, especially after Anthony's first year.

There was a giggle and a squeal from upstairs, and the redhead rolled his eyes; Emily must have gotten a letter from her boyfriend, whom he was she wasn't revealing, but he was taking up much of her time.

With another sigh, Anthony stood up and began towards the stairs; he was going to need as much free time to figure out what to tell his parents about the tea with Pansy. He had a feeling he'd have to write another awe-inspiring speech.

Pansy Parkinson was nervous. She had every right to be, of course. In less than fifteen minutes, four people would be coming to her house for some afternoon discussions and just a little…tea party. These four people have all had, or are going to have, a major impact on her life

First, there was Ron and Hermione. She shuddered at what that introduction was going to be like, especially since the last time she saw the pair was when she had purposely spilled a large bowl of bunch on Hermione's white dress robes. Pansy now felt like an idiot for doing such a thing, especially because Hermione just cleaned it up with a simple flick of her wand.

Then there was Draco. She had been in love with the blonde haired good-looking man for all of her time at Hogwarts, and now she just wanted to vomit at the thought of him. He suddenly wanted to become part of Taylor's life…Well, Pansy thought, it's going to be harder than just waltzing in her and looking ravishing!

Last came Ron and Hermione's son, Anthony. He was the boy…er…man that was stealing Pansy's precious daughter away from her. He was the one that Pansy was the most afraid to meet, because acknowledging his existence would mean letting go of Taylor, letting go of the one thing she had held onto for so long…

"Mama?" Taylor's voice called from down the hallway. Pansy dropped her washcloth into the sink and wiped at her eyes. She had been daydreaming about the upcoming events. "Where are you?"

"In the kitchen!" she called over her shoulder, placing a cup on the dish rack. The kitchen, and, well, the house, was finally spotless and ready for some important guests. The house was a modest size, one story with three bedrooms. The backyard was tiny as well, and the neighbors were less than ten feet away.

Pansy listened to the clicking of her daughter's heels as they came closer, and smiled softly when Taylor appeared.

She wore a set of green robes Pansy had sewn from her, and it flowed around her body in a very delicate manner. Taylor's short hair (Pansy had almost fainted when she saw it) was tied into a ponytail, and she looked at her mother, hoping she passed the examination.

"You look gorgeous," Pansy cooed, rushing over and hugging her. "That Weasley is a very lucky man."

"His name is Anthony, Mama." Taylor looked at her mother with a disappointed glance. "I hope you're not going to be calling them 'Weasley' and 'Granger' for the rest of our lives together!"

Pansy rolled here eyes and shook her head, taking a seat at her kitchen table. Her daughter scurried next to her, sitting in a chair with apprehensive eyes.

"I won't, I promise…we just have such bad blood, Taylor." She pouted, her brown curls bouncing around her ears.

Her daughter smiled softly and took her mother's hands in hers, giving them a soft squeeze.

"Don't worry, you're all adults, I bet you'll hit it off grandly."

Pansy was about to show her anxiousness when the doorbell rang. Taylor jumped out of her seat, still holding her mother's hand.

"They're here!" she squealed, giving it another small squeeze before she let go and raced to the door. The mother sighed, standing up and straightening out her robes. She prayed to whatever was looking down on her home that this evening would go smoothly.

"I swear, if he mentions anything about my family…" Ron growled, crossing his arms as he waited for the door to open to the Parkinson's house. Hermione slapped his arm with a reproachful glare, and Anthony just stood rigid, scared out of his mind at formally meeting his fiancée's parents.

The door flew open, and Taylor appeared, smiling prettily at the Weasleys. Hermione immediately rushed to greet the girl, and the two women disappeared into the house, leaving the men on the doorstep feeling rather dumb.

Ron sighed, and grabbed the back of Anthony's neck in a reassuring manner.

"And into the snake pit we go…" he muttered with a wink towards his son. Anthony laughed tensely as they entered the house.

It seemed small compared to their house, but everything seemed to fit perfectly and neatly. The living room consisted of some fluffy couches that were embroidered with large pink flowers, and the cabinet at the end was full of little trinkets.

Taylor had seated Hermione in one of the couches, and the older woman seemed to be sinking into it. The blonde bounced happily to the men, giving Ron a hug, and staring shyly at Anthony.

"My mother will be with you in a second," she said with a giddy smile, rushing away and into what looked like a kitchen. 

Anthony stayed in his position in front of the door as Ron crossed the living room to sit next to Hermione. She seemed to be enjoying the coziness of the couch, but when her husband sat down, he sunk so deep that she tumbled onto him.

"Honestly!" she sputtered, pushing herself off of him and up to her feet. "Go sit on that chair, you won't disturb anyone there!"

"Oh, are they too fluffy?" a new voice said, and all the Weasleys turned to see Taylor on the arm of a woman a little bit taller than her. She had short curly hair with a pug-like nose, and was just as thin as her daughter. Pansy Parkinson actually looked quite terrified.

"Oh, no, Pansy," Hermione said, rushing over and standing awkwardly in front of the woman. "It's just that Ron is so huge…"

"Huge?" her husband interrupted with a smirk. "Just cause I'm a foot taller than you doesn't mean I'm huge."

Anthony watched as the three women stifled a giggle, and he caught his father's gaze. Ron looked rather put out, but it was hard to stay mad in such a comfy couch.

"It's so…amazing to see you again, Pansy," Hermione said, her hands clasped in front of her. "You look great!"

Ms. Parkinson blushed deeply and shrugged her shoulders uncomfortably; Anthony noticed Taylor give her mother a nudge with her elbow.

"Th-Thank you, I love what you did with your hair, mine's always flyaway," she complimented shyly. Hermione smiled brightly, glad that someone appreciated the effort she put into maintaining her wild curls.

"It's quite easy, if you like, I could show you the charm, Merlin knows that if it works on my hair, it'll do wonders on yours!"

The women laughed, and the men just stared, not understanding why hair was such an easy topic to discuss.

"Am I late?" a voice from behind Anthony asked, making the boy spin around. He tried to keep his heart from racing as he stared into the eyes of Draco Malfoy.

Anthony thought back about all the pain the Malfoy name has brought him, his constant headaches, the nightmares, the fear of losing his brother and Taylor, would he be able to live with this man in his life forever?

Of course, he thought with a warm heart, to live my entire life with Taylor by my side…I'd risk anything.

He looked just like Malcolm, his hair much shorter than his son's but the same light color. Draco's eyes darted nervously around, and he took a small step back as Ron took a place by his son's side. The blonde man's nervous look turned into one of recognition, and with a shake of his head he looked proud and pompous.

"Hello Ron, who'd have ever thought we'd be family, huh?"

Anthony watched his father's ears burn red, but Ron just forced a smile and stuck his hand out to Draco. The older Malfoy looked the hand with suspicion (he might've heard of Weasley Wizard Wheezy's latest invention, the Hand Shriveler), but thrust his hand out to shake Ron's.

"You're daughter's a wonderful girl, wouldn't want anything more for my boy." Ron shook Draco's hand and then swiftly let go, hurrying back to the couch where he plopped himself down.

It was now Anthony's turn to introduce him self, and with a soft nod of his head, he stuck his hand out to Draco.

"Pleasure to meet you, Taylor's told me loads of great things about you," he said, his eyes locking on to Draco's.

"The same here, she never stops going on about you," the blonde man said, a sly smirk on his face.

Taylor appeared at Anthony's side, smiling and looking into the eyes of her father and boyfriend.

"Would you two like something to eat? I made my famous biscuits, they're nice and warm!"

Without waiting for a response, the girl sped away happily, pulling Hermione into the kitchen so she could examine her cooking. Pansy was showing Ron her collection of Kneazle teeth as Anthony and Draco slowly made their way towards the kitchen.

"Why are her biscuits famous?" Draco said out of the side of his mouth. The tall redhead chuckled softly, peering into the kitchen and watching as his mother took a bite out of something that looked like a rock. She grimaced, but quickly smiled at the blonde girl.

"Cause they're just about as popular as Hagrid's," he answered, watching Draco's eyes widened with understanding. Anthony smiled softly, and began to think that the day wasn't going to be so bad.