"You got that damned right!" But it was not Ron who said this, but Charlie. "You dare snog a girl in her home, when she has 6 OLDER BROTHERS? How thick can you get?" Charlie yelled as he pulled his fist back.
Harry had no choice, but to allow the first punch, then fight back. "Impedimenta!" Charlie was forced back, and still apparently trying to fight. He soon realized that he was immobilized, and started to verbally abuse Harry. Just then, a woman with long, black hair and purple eyes rushed in, yelling at Charlie for attacking Harry. Harry recognized her voice. "T-tonks?" Harry asked.
Tonks turned at Harry, still seething. "And you! Lift the curse this instant! How dare you freeze my boyfriend!"
The room was silent. "Y-your-?" Molly stuttered.
Apparently Tonks had just realized what she said, and clapped a hand over her mouth. She turned to Charlie. "Oh, I'm so sorry, honey! We were keeping it a secret, weren't we?"
Charlie was regaining movement. He rolled his eyes at his girlfriend and said, "Well, like you always said, your dead clumsy."
Tonks smacked her knee and gave an extremely fake laugh. "Oho, very funny, Charles. Your not getting ANY tonigh-" Tonks stopped. She flushed to the color of a ripe tomato.
"Well, lets- lets eat, then, shall we?" Molly managed to get out, who was looking horrified at the thought of her 2nd eldest son "Getting Any" any day.
The dinner was a silent affair. Tonks and Charlie sat next to each other. As did Harry and Ginny. Ron and Hermione were sitting at the far side, bickering quietly. Harry and Ginny rolled their eyes at each other. Some habits never change.
They were about half way done when Bill and Fleur walked in, arm in arm. "Why 'ello, 'Arry!" Fleur beamed as she waved.
"Hey there, Fleur. How's Gabrielle doing?" Harry asked.
"Oh she's just fine! How are you doing?"
"I'm great. Me and Ginny have finally admitted our feelings to each other."
"WHAT?" Bill roared. It was slightly funny to see his cool face turn completely red and angry. "How thick are you? You dare tell the girls older brothers?"
"That's what I said!" Charlie yelled.
"Yeah. You admitted YOUR feelings, big bro." Ron said, trying to with hold a smile.
"Oh, what I miss?" Bill asked, with a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Oh Tonks and Charlie are doing it now. But apparently hes not getting any tonight." Ginny informed him. Charlie and Tonks flushed and suddenly found the ground quite interesting.
"Oh, I see how it is. Wait. Does that mean all of us have a significant other? I got Fleur, Charlies got Tonks, Ickle Percy's got that whats-her-name that nobody cares about because she associates with him. Gred and Forge have Angelina and Katie, Ron's got Hermione, and Ginnys got Harry. Whew, that was a lot of talking." Bill took a deep breath. "You be careful, Potter. Cause I'll be watching you." And with that, Bill sat down and began inhaling the mashed potatoes, only stopping to take a drink of his Firewhiskey.
Molly was sobbing now, due to Bill's slur about Percy.
"Mum, don't cry. You do realize Percy is a pra-" Ron had to stop there because Hermione 'accidentally' stepped on his foot.
"So I got a letter from Luna today before Harry came." Ginny said. "She told me that her father would be going on a dangerous expedition for the Crumple-Horned Snorkack. So she and Neville need somewhere to stay."
"What? Why does Neville need a place?" Ron asked, puzzled.
"Neville's been staying with her. They've been getting closer since last year. Are you that stupid and blind?"
"Hmm. I hope she relaxes him. Shes good for him."
"Anyway. Mum, can they stay?"
"Well, I am not sure. Do they have room?" Molly asked, wiping her tears.
"Well, yeah. Bill's got his own flat, Gred and Forge have that large apartment above the W.W.W., and Percys a prat, so yeah. I mean, Ron and Mione share a room. I'm sure me and Harry will get to that eventually, I'm sure we're sleeping in the same room, anyway.." Ginny trailed off there, looking at the murderous look in her brother's faces. "Get over yourselves. If I were to beat the shit out of you every time you've slept in the same room with a girl, Bill would probably be laying in a coma in St. Mungo's."