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A/N: Okay I finally figured out how to do the author's notes, not that anyone cares. Yes, I'm American so I call it dessert but the characters say pudding. If you even get what I mean. Just read on. Thanks for reading and reviewing. I appreciate it. Happy reading!
"Oh Bill, I 'ave missed you zo much, love!" Fleur Delacour, Bill's beautiful, part-veela fiancée crooned. She jumped into his arms as Bill smiled blissfully. The girls noticed Fleur's effects on the men.
However, Hermione noticed Ron had a strange grimace on his face, like he was trying to resist some strange hypnotism. Ginny gave Hermione a comic look and they both held back giggles.
As Bill and Fleur broke apart (quite a few minutes later), everyone noticed Fleur's parents. Mrs. Delacour was just as beautiful as her daughter, with the same flowing blonde hair and perfect features. Mr. Delacour was also extremely good-looking. He even had blond hair, though he was not as fine-featured as the rest of his family. Ginny and Hermione were quite shocked to see that the male in the family was just as beautiful as his wife and daughter. They weren't complaining. (Neither was Mrs. Weasley, for that matter.)
"Well… everyone come inside into the living room. Make yourselves at home while we finish preparing dinner," Mrs. Weasley said breathlessly while nervously patting down her hair. She turned to Fred and George, who had just noticed Fleur and her mother. "Fred and George, come help bring the food out.Fred. George. Now."
"What?" a dazed George asked. He quickly noticed the look on his mother's face. "Oh, right! Table… coming… now," he replied. Both he and George looked quite terrified of being in the same room with their mother, with no witnesses.
The Delacours entered the living room. Mr. and Mrs. Delacour immediately tried to cover up their grimaces. They weren't exactly impressed with the Burrow and its furnishings. However, Fleur did not notice anything (she had stayed here last summer) and introduced her parents to the Weasleys.
"Mother, Father, this is my wonderful fianceé, Bill Weasley. M. Arthur Weasley and is son, Ronald, with his daughter, Ginerva, and their friend, 'ermione Granger, these are my parents, Clarice and Jacques Delacour," Fleur positively crooned with a huge smile plastered on her face.
"Yes, well… nice to meet you," Bill said awkwardly, holding out his hand.
"Very nice to meet you too," Mr. Delacour replied unconvincingly. He mysteriously did not notice Bill's hand.
"Well, everyone have a seat, make yourselves comfortable," Mr. Weasley tried to ease the discomfort of the Delacours. However, Mrs. Delacour very tentatively sat on the edge of the couch. She looked far from comfortable.
They sat there in quite a long silence until Mr. Weasley opened his mouth to speak. Crash. A tremendousnoise echoed and they heard some yelling from the kitchen.
"Oh! I think I'm going to go check on that. Oh bother, Mrs. Delacour, are you alright? Ron, help her!" Mr. Weasley looked almost, not quite, as stressed out as Mrs. Weasley. He quickly fled from the room.
It seemed Mrs. Delacour had fallen off her seat from being shocked by the loud noise. She didn't bother to respond to Mr. Weasley's question.
Ron, Hermione, and Ginny just sat there in silence as Bill and Fleur engaged in conversation, Mr. and Mrs. Delacour occasionally commenting.
After a few minutes of awkward conversation, Mrs. Weasley called everyone for dinner.
"Thank God that's over with. Now we get to enjoy dinner with them. Lovely." Ginny muttered to Hermione as they headed to the table.
"Yeah, well at least Mr. and Mrs. Delacour don't talk much. Imagine three Plegms." Hermione replied to Ginny in an undertone. Ginny looked frightened by the thought.
"Bill, you sit next to Fleur and Fleur can sit next to her parents. Fred, George, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, you sit on that end. There, good" Mrs. Weasley was directing everyone towards their seat.
Ginny noticed she was sitting across from Fleur. She didn't look too happy.
"Hermione, you want to switch? Please? You know you want to," Ginny asked Hermione.
"Nope. You can suffer," Hermione replied, smirking.
"Thanks. You're a mean person, you know that?" Ginny responded, not looking forward to this meal at all.
Conversation between the adults seemed to be going better than it did in the living room. Mr. Weasley kept staring at Mrs. Delacour, which infuriated Mrs. Wealey even more, but Mrs. Weasley seemed to be succeeding in making Mr. and Mrs. Delacour talk, which was quite an achievement.
However, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George were not paying the slightest bit of attention to the conversation. Fred and George were plotting ways to sabotage Mr. Delacour's food (none which looked like they were going to work, because none of the Delacours were eating anything). Hermione and Ginny were talking and gossiping amongst themselves.
Ron was acting quite strangley though. He seemed determined to stare at everything but Fleur and her mother. He would stare into space randomly, only concentrating when he got himself more food. At one point, he started staring at Mr. Delacour with an enamored look on his face. Ginny noticed this and gave a comically inquisitive look to Hermione. They stifled giggles and Hermione muttered to Ron,
"I didn't think men were part-veela, Ron. Is there something you're not telling us?"
Ron immediately stopped staring and turned to Hermione, his face turning Weasley red.
"I was thinking about something," he replied.
"I 'spect it had something to do with Plegm," Ginny muttered quite loudly to Hermione.
"No it did not," Ron replied indignantly. Under his breath he muttered, "Someone else,"
"Hm? What?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, nothing, never mind…" Ron stammered, going a brilliant shade of red. He suddenly took great interest in the tablecloth.
"Ronald?... Ronald! Mr. Delacour is talking to you!" Mrs. Weasley's stern voice interrupted Ron's examination of the tablecloth.
"What? Yes?" Ron stammered.
"I was just asking what you 'ave learned in 'ogwarts this year? Aren't you entering your seventh year?"
"Yes I am... Ummmm… I've learned to apparate," Ron cheered up as he mentioned his apparition. He was quite proud of his achievement.
"Oh… is that all?" Mr. Delacour asked, looking none too pleased with Ron's achievement. Ron was quite crestfallen that he didn't find that interesting.
"Er… well…" Ron faltered.
"Ron was prefect at school, M. Delacour. He was specially chosen by Professor Dumbledore himself," Hermione suddenly piped up, looking quite agitated by Mr. Delacour's lack of enthusiasm.
"Well… That is quite an achievement," Mrs. Delacour responded for her husband.
"Thank you," Ron replied, sending Hermione a grateful look. She blushed a bit and smiled.
Conversation seemed to have halted, so Mrs. Weasley announced dessert.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I hope you guys review, I want some constructive criticism. Or a "good job. Love it" is appreciated too. Thanks!