A/N: Okay, it's been two years… I know. I don't want to hear it! ;) Since my husband is gone for the weekend, I thought I would try to finish up this story! This will be the last chapter, seeing as how Violet completes the rainbow (see chapter names.) Obviously, this story was written before OotP and HPB, but I'm going to add in a few things from those books. Although, obviously, Dumbledore is not dead. And I'm sorry if this chapter sucks. I'm a bit rusty.
I woke up early in the morning, startled to find an arm around my waist. For a few seconds, I wondered if I had gotten drunk the night before and brought home a man, but the person beside me stirred and snuggled closer to me. "Morning, Gin," he said groggily. I smiled, remembering that Harry had stayed the night. "Morning, Harry." He rubbed his eye and groaned. "Is it really morning?" he asked. I laughed, rolling over to face him.
The day flew by, and before I knew it, Lavender and I were ordering lunch delivery from a nearby sandwich shop. "You have plans for tonight?" she asked, squirting some mustard on her turkey sandwich. I nodded, swallowing, and said, "We're meeting George and Hermione at the shop and then I think we're heading over to Mom and Dad's. I had an owl from George this morning, and he said something about it." I was curious as to why George would want to have dinner at the Burrow, seeing as how we had just had dinner there a few nights before. Harry and I had been under the impression that Hermione wanted to spend the evening at Hogwarts with Dumbledore.
I apperated back home around 4:30 to change clothes and to make sure that Harry was ready to go. "Hello? Harry?" I called, walking into the living room. A vase full of flowers was sitting on the coffee table and Harry smiled as he walked out of my bedroom. "Hello," he said, handing me a single rose. I laughed, taking the flower and kissing him on the cheek. "What have you been doing all day?" I asked, looking around for a clue. "I've been at Hogwarts with Hermione…" he replied, his expression neutral. "And?" I asked, hopeful. He raised an eyebrow and said, "You'll find out at dinner tonight." I huffed and stomped my foot, crossing my arms and frowning at him. He smiled and winked, leading me into the bedroom so I could change into some casual robes for dinner. "So, I talked to Hermione about George today…" Harry said, flopping down on the bed as I changed robes in the closet. "Oh, really?" I said. He chuckled before continuing, "Apparently Ron is cheating on her with someone too." I flung the door to the closet open, holding my robes closed with my hand. My eyes were wide and Harry continued. "It's a muggle," Harry added, a huge smirk on his face. I burst out laughing, bending over at the waist. The day just kept getting better and better.
"So, how long has this muggle thing been going on?" I whispered to Harry as we walked up the path to the Burrow. "It started a few months before Hermione started up with George. She has known about it since it first started. That's kind of how the whole thing with George got started, apparently. But then, they happened to fall in love with each other," he said, shrugging. I shook my head and smiled.
The whole Weasley clan was at the house when we arrived, (minus Percy of course.) Fleur and Bill were sitting in the living room with Charlie, talking animatedly about a hilarious incident at Gringott's. Mum was finishing up the cooking when we walked in the back door. She dropped the towel she was holding and hugged us both. "Oh, Harry dear! We've missed you!" She cried happily, squeezing his cheeks. Fred and Angelina bounded down the stairs, laughing about something. "Well, it looks like George, Hermione, and Ron still haven't arrived," Dad said, walking in from the back yard. The sun had begun its noble fight against the night and was causing the kitchen to glow red and orange. "Is Ron actually going to show?" Fred asked Harry and me, and I shrugged. Mum interjected, "He said he was bringing a friend. I do hope tonight isn't going to be a disaster." Dad nodded in agreement. "Hermione should be here soon… she had something to take care of before coming here," Harry said, and everyone looked at him curiously. I rolled my eyes at his secrecy and ventured into the living room to sit with Bill, Charlie, and Phlegm.
A few minutes later, Ron arrived with a short blonde girl who looked seriously overwhelmed and a bit scared. And of course, she was wearing muggle clothes. "Oh, you're a muggle!" Dad said happily, taking her coat for her and examining it before he hung it up. Ron smiled sheepishly at Fred, who was frowning at him. Harry leaned down to whisper in my ear, "No one knows about Ron cheating on Hermione but us." I covered my mouth with my hand, trying not to gasp or laugh, or do both at the same time. Tonight was going to be interesting.
Just as Ron's girlfriend, Sarah, sat down at the table, I saw the silhouettes of two tall figures and a shorter one with bushy hair making their way up the path to the Burrow. "Someone eez coming!" Fleur yelled from the living room. Mum ran to the window, and clasped her hands together excitedly. "Ohhh, it's Dumbledore!" she exclaimed, running to the back door to open it. I looked over at Harry, who smiled guiltily at me. "You git," I said, smiling back and linking my arm through his. Everyone but Ron and Sarah ran to the back door to greet the group, congratulating Hermione for solving the mystery. "Indeed, Miss Granger is to be congratulated. In my unconscious state, I was not able to aid Madame Pomfrey. Miss Granger's knowledge of alchemy and dangerous substances no doubt aided her in her diagnosis. Within an hour, I was awake and having my first meal in months," Professor Dumbledore said, proudly placing his hand on Hermione's shoulder. Hermione was desperately trying to control her grin, but I knew she was immensely proud of herself. I smiled happily, helping mum conjure up enough chairs for everyone.
"Dinner was delicious, Molly, dear," Dumbledore said, leaning back in his chair. Harry was finishing his third helping of treacle tart after our dinner of roasted chicken, potatoes, and various puddings. "Ron, I noticed that you have a friend with you tonight. In my lateness, I fear I missed her introduction," Dumbledore said politely, smiling and looking at her over his half moon spectacles. Sarah was almost cowering in her chair between Ron and George. I almost felt sorry for her; she had to have felt out of place in her muggle clothes. "Umm… this is Sarah Rhodes. She's my girlfriend," Ron said, wincing immediately. Dumbledore smiled serenely, having heard the story from Hermione already. However, Mum, Dad, Fred, Charlie, Bill, and Fleur had not heard this previously. Dad looked amused, but Mum and Fleur looked mutinous. Charlie was covering his mouth, trying not to laugh, and Bill looked a little confused. "Yes, I understand that you and Miss Granger are no longer seeing each other," Dumbledore said politely, "And I understand that Miss Weasley and Mr. Potter have rekindled their flame also, am I correct?" I chuckled and nodded as Dumbledore smiled. After a brief, uncomfortable silence, Dumbledore said, "Oh, dear, and I've forgotten that George has taken an interest in Miss Granger, although I can't say I blame him." The group chuckled, easing the tension to a degree. George cleared his throat nervously and spoke up. "Actually, there is something I would like to say, if you all don't mind."
My eyes were wide as I looked over at Harry, who shrugged. Hermione looked confused and Ron tried to appear uninterested. "I never thought the day would come that I could talk about my relationship with Hermione in front of my family, but the day has finally arrived. Tonight is already a special night for our family. Dumbledore is well again, Harry and Ginny are back together, and Ron and Sarah…" he trailed off, "So, I wanted to add another thing to celebrate." I was biting my fingernails, curious and nervous for George. His hands were shaking and he looked as if he were about to be sick. Ron's face was white and frankly, he looked a little angry. The sound of George's chair scraping against the floor brought my eyes back to him. And before we knew it, George was down on one knee. As soon as the little blue-green box came out of George's robes, Hermione burst into tears. Mum's hand was over her mouth and Dad was smiling proudly. "I – I, uh," George stammered, his hands shaking so badly that he almost could not take a hold of Hermione's, "I have been thinking about this day for several months. I never imagined that it could happen, but… here I am. Hermione, would you make me the happiest man alive, and please be my wife?" The room was painfully silent for a full three seconds before Hermione flung herself out of her chair and into George's arms. "Of course I will!" she cried happily, and we all cheered. Fleur was clapping the loudest along with mum, who was holding back her own tears. Dumbledore clapped happily and said, "Oh, I'm glad I decided to wake up today for this happy occasion!"
Hermione showed off her ring as everyone gathered in the living room. Dumbledore had cleared the entire table with one swish of his wand, leaving all of us free to celebrate more in the living room. Fleur was passing out glasses of oak matured mead, and the group was loudly toasting George. "Your family isn't so different…" I heard Sarah whisper to Ron as they sat on a love seat. He shrugged, his face still looking a bit sour. I shook my head and then turned back to Harry, who was talking with Fred about his career as a muggle singer. Dumbledore was saying thanks to Mum after wishing us all a hearty goodbye. He shook Dad's hand and then exited the door, disapperating on the spot.
Not wanting to leave or go to bed, I was wracking my brain for something to do. Obviously feeling the same, Fleur leaned back against the couch and said, "I don't want tonight to end. It reminds me of zee night Bill proposed to me." She looked over at Bill happily and he smiled. Fred rolled his eyes and Angelina gave him a good whack. "Well," Sarah spoke up for the first time. Her voice was soft and made her sound young for her age. "We could go to this club I know of. It will be a little crowded, but it shouldn't be too bad," she said and paused, "But you'll have to change clothes…" I laughed, as did Charlie and Harry. "Don't worry, we wouldn't want to scare the muggles," Bill said.
Fleur, who happened to be excellent at transfiguration, transfigured our robes into muggle clothes. Sarah was shocked as she watched Fleur silently tap each of us with her wand. I looked down at the sparkly outfit that Fleur had created for me and said, "Fleur, I take it you've been to a muggle dance club before?" She laughed and tossed back her platinum hair. "Before I met Bill, I went a few timez weeth zum boyz from my zschool," she said, finishing with her own clothes. Bill raised his eyebrows and examined Fleur's outfit. "I hope you weren't wearing this!" he said, getting a chuckle out of Ron, who hadn't spoken since George had proposed to Hermione.
Evidently Sarah was used to side-along apparition, because she didn't look the least bit phased after we apperated to the club, The Boom Boom Room. "The Boom Boom Room!" Fred asked incredulously, trying not to laugh. As soon as we ventured inside, though, we found that the name was appropriate. The club was filled with people, all of whom were undulating to the hip hop music that was pouring from the speakers all around the room. Wondering if Hermione was still as tame as she used to be, I looked over to see the reaction on her face. I was surprised to find her undulating along with the rest of the muggles, dancing closely to George, who was surprised and amused as he danced along with her. "Aw, what the hell," I said, pulling Harry out onto the dance floor with me. As we danced along with the rest of the muggles, Harry leaned close to me to whisper, "I really wish I had taken you to the Yule Ball with me in fourth year." I threw my head back and laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck.
I woke up the next morning, once again startled to find an arm around my waist. "Did I get drunk and bring someone home last night?" I thought, frowning. My thoughts swam for a moment and the person beside me said, "Yes, you did get drunk and bring someone home with you last night. But don't worry, it wasn't some hot guy you met at the club, it was only me." I smiled groggily and said, "Harry, quit doing that legillimency thing on me." He snuggled up against me and squeezed. "Last night was such a great night," I sighed, rubbing his arm, "It was so nice to celebrate something so wonderful." I felt him take his arm off of my waist and reach over for something. I heard a little snap and then he said, "How 'bout we do it again tonight?" And there, in front of my face, was my own blue-green box containing one very sparkly diamond engagement ring. I let out an ear piercing scream and turned over to hug him. "I'll take that as a yes," he said, leaning down to kiss me passionately.
THE END!
I hope it wasn't too hokey. It's getting late and my brain has sort of stopped working. I wanted to bring closure to this story, and I hope I have.
JOS