After hanging up the phone with Hayden, I rolled my eyes briefly, before dragging myself back to the porch. I silently prayed that I wouldn't have to engage in any more conversations, unless they were with Cecilia or Alex. They never asked me anything awkward or unbearable.

As I was walking over to my previous seat, Molly came outside and clapped her hands together. Of course that got everyone's attention. Actually, that's probably the only way to get the attention of the Weasley clan when they're all together.

"Dinner's ready!" Molly announced in her normal, cheery voice. She began to move her arms frantically, beckoning us all inside the Burrow. I was more than happy to oblige, seeing as it would get me away from my father. All I had to do was take the seat furthest away from him as possible, and everything would be wonderful.

Keeping that thought in mind, I gently pushed myself inside of the house, in front of most of the viciously hungry Weasley boys. I situated myself at the table, in between Fred and George. Those two always put a smile on my face. I know that sounds kind of stupid, but its true. They're always playing those pranks. They're like ten year olds trapped in adult bodies. As Harry walked into the dining room, I was happy to see that he sat at the other end of the table. My mother, however, wasn't exactly thrilled. She was stuck sitting across from him. I noticed with suspicion that Ginny took the seat next to my father. The smile that was on her face, wasn't like her normal ones. Perhaps I wasjust getting a little paranoid, or goinginsane even, but she looked different. When she looked at Harry, it was different. It wasn't like how she looked at her brothers, or her friends. It was a look of longing, almost lust.

Shaking my head, I figured I was just reading too much into this. Who cared if Harry sat next to her? Not me, that's for sure. Nope, I could care less. Who cared if Harry pulled out her chair for her to sit down in? Not me. Who cared if Harry kept sending her those goofy grins? I admit, it was annoying, but it didn't mean anything, right? Ginny wouldn't date Harry Potter after what happened to my mother, now would she? Ginny and her were best friends! Practically sisters, after all those summers they spent sharing the same room! The thought of her with my father was not only disgusting, but highly improbable. Ginny would never hurt my mother like that.

Feeling an abrupt kick from under the table, I looked across from me with a look of surprise on my face. Cecilia and Alex were sitting there, looking at me with nervous expressions. I raised an eyebrow at Cecilia, questioning her silently why she kicked me. Her reply was a simple nod of the head in my mother's direction. Frowning, I followed Cecilia's gaze until my eyes landed on Hermione. If there was ever a time in my whole life when I've seen her mad, this topped it. She was sending daggers at the flirtatious Ginny, and biting her bottom lip in a way that I imagined was considerably hard. You could see a red mark forming on her lipfrom where I was sitting, which was quite a ways away from my mother. But what could I do? There wasn't anything I could say to make her death glares stop. She'd probably be even more furious.

Looking back at the twins, I just shrugged my shoulders, and sighed heavily. Alex shook his head at me and then reached out to grab his goblet filled with pumpkin juice. Before he could take a sip, however, Fleur slapped his hand gently, causing him to place his hand back on his lap. His expression was that of defeat, and he looked up at his mother, as if to question her action.

"'Eet eez not polite to dreenk, until everyone eez seated!" She scolded softly, sending her son a warning look. That's what he got for deciding to sit next to his mother.

Cecilia and I exchanged smirks, before I heard Fred speaking to me.

"Rory, how come you never come 'round the shop anymore?" He asked me, with an eyebrow raised and a feigned expression of hurt on his face.

"Oh, I don't --"

"Yeah, you know, you even get a discount from us!" George chirped, interrupting me rather rudely.

"And we don't give discounts often. Ickle Ronniekins doesn't even get one from us, and he's our own brother." Fred replied, nodding his head in a serious manner.

"We just like you more than him." George finished with a smile.

Smiling up at the two, I tried to think of a decent answer. To be honest, the answer was that I was seventeen years old. I had simply grown out of those childish pranks that they liked to pull. The items they sold didn't interest me anymore. Sure, seeing a good prank once in awhile was fun, and there were about a million people that I would love to pull one on, but it just wasn't mature. How could you explain this to those two though? They didn't know what being mature was all about, obviously, and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt their feelings.

"Well, maybe I'll make a trip down there sometime." I doubted it, but it would be better to say this then to have to explain to them that I'm too old for such childish nonsense. In their world, no one was ever to old for it.

"Good." Fred replied, sending me his trademark grin filled with mischief.

"Mum, would you mind hurrying up a bit?" Percy asked, looking at his watch quickly. He glanced up at his mother, and then to his wife, looking slightly frantic.

"Oh Percy, don't worry." Penelope, Percy's wifeof three years, replied, taking his hand in her own and caressing it.

"Why are you always in such a hurry?" Molly screeched back, taking hold of a pot and ladle, and walking over to the table where everyone was sitting.

"Penelope has a doctor's appointment today." He replied, almost giddily, squeezing his wife's hand slightly as he finished his sentence. "We're going to find out the sex of our child."

"Oh! That's wonderful, dear." Molly sent Penelope and Percy a happy smile, and resumed her ladling of soup into the bowls.

As abruptly as Percy's outburst, Harry stood up from the table and cleared his throat. In a heartbeat, everyone's attention was on him. "Mrs. Weasley, before you serve dinner, I'd like…" At this Ginny cleared her throat, and stood up next to him. I did not like the way this was going. Not one bit. Harry laced his fingers through hers, and the two held hands for a minute, before continuing. "We'd like…" He corrected himself, sending Ginny a loving smile. "To make an announcement." He paused, and I swore it was just for dramatic affect.

"Go on then!" Ron urged, a look of anticipation planted on his face.

"Ginny and I, we are, um…" He started, a blush rising up to cover his face.

"We're engaged!" Ginny squealed with glee, holding up their hands, and showing everyone the engagement ring.

Instead of the normal Weasley hugs that were issued during a time like this, everyone was silent. Except for my mother and I. Both of us, at the same time, spit out our pumpkin juice all over the table, and started coughing.

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