Molly recovered from the incident first, shaking her head and pulling her daughter and Harry into a hug. "Congratulations!" She said half heartedly, trying to put on a fake smile for them. It was her daughter, after all. Molly, along with the rest of the Weasleys, had been trying to get Harry and Hermione back together for years. With Ginny engaged to Harry, well it just complicated things.

"Isn't that wonderful Arthur?" Molly asked, sending her husband a small glare. He quickly nodded his head, and grinned at his daughter and Harry.

"I believe a toast is in order!" Bill exclaimed, jumping out of his seat and raising his goblet of pumpkin juice. Was he insane? I shot up from my chair, knocking it over on the way. That only resulted in everyone's heads turning in my direction. I was fuming inside. That backstabbing bitch! She was supposed to be my mother's best friend! Best friends do not steal their other best friend's child's father! I mean, that's just common sense right there! Who the hell did she think she was anyways? Standing there, grinning around the room exuberantly! Oh no, this was war. No one messes with my family, especially my mother, and gets away with it. And I'd be damned if this red headed idiot would get away with this.

Chancing a glance at my mother, I noticed that she had tears welling up in her eyes. At least the attention was on me, and not my mother. The last thing she needed was people staring at her as she was about to cry. So, I decided to make a scene. Oh, but wouldn't you choose to also?

"Toast? A toast!" I asked throwing my hands in the air. "Are you out of your mind!" I screamed ready to pounce on poor Bill.

"Uh…" He didn't exactly know what to say, so he shut his mouth and sat down. Well, at least he didn't go through with the toast.

Groaning, I crossed my arms across my chest, and backed away from the table, my eyes staring at the empty plate while I tried to calm myself down. Guess what? It wasn't working too well. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and counted to five. Hayden always told me to do that when I got angry. My temper was ten times worse then that Weasley one I always heard about. No one wanted to see me when I was pushed over the edge. Which, a few lucky people were going to witness right now. Biting down on my lip, I still felt everyone's eyes on me. They were staring holes through me and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.

Before I opened my eyes, however, I heard a sound of another chair screeching on the cold wood floor. Slowly, I fluttered one eye open, and a small smile tugged on my lips, despite the anger that was still boiling inside of me. Cecilia had stood up too, and was standing like I was: arms crossed, and eyes staring at the table.

"You know what? This sucks!" Cecilia said, surprising everyone with her outburst. No, she usually let me do the talking when things weren't looking so well. Of course she'd be right by my side, helping me whenever it was necessary, but she had never actually spoken out before. Those words rung in my ears, and I couldn't agree more. I didn't even bother to look at my father, or Ginny. They would only look hurt, and I was afraid that I would take too much pleasure out of their misery. Really, I should have been placed in Slytherin or something. I could be a downright insufferable witch when I wanted to be.

"Cecilia!" Fleur's shocked voice rang out, breaking the momentary silence that hung in the air. It was somewhere between surprise and anger. Fleur's comment didn't bother Cecilia in the least. She simply shrugged her shoulders, and stuck her jaw out in defiance. I knew for certain that my mother wouldn't say anything to me. She'd rather have me suffer with humiliation, then have all the attention land on her, and we both knew that. So basically, I was free to say whatever I wanted, and I wouldn't be scolded or punished by her. I could tell my father how much of an ass he was. How much it hurt to sit by the windows on all my birthdays, waiting for him, just to find out that he was too busy to spend time with his only daughter on the one day that mattered. I could have screamed at him, telling him that he ruined not only my life, but my mother's life, when he cowardly ran away at the alter, instead of marrying her. I could have mention Voldemort, and ruined everyone's dinner, asking him why he had the courage to stand up to someone who was ready to kill him, but didn't have enough courage to marry the mother of his child.

But I didn't. I nodded my head in agreement to Cecilia's statement, and cleared my throat. "Yeah, Cecilia. It does." I said softly, looking into her eyes. I gave her a warm smile, and licked my bottom lip. I was about to stop. I had calmed myself down and everything, until I saw Ginny smirking in my mother's direction. What was that all about? Miss Ginny Weasley smirking at my mother? Oh, no. Now she was playing in some dangerous territory.

Instead of taking my seat, like I had planned to do, I walked around the table, and sat on the table in front of Ginny. Oh the little wench was shocked all right when I slid my butt on the table right next to her left arm. I was situated between Harry and her, a smirk playing on my face. Harry, who had known to read my body language by now, sensed trouble. He rubbed his hand over his face, and shook his head. I held out my hand to Ginny and smiled innocently, waiting for her to take it.

Slowly, as if she didn't trust me, Ginny reached out and shook my hand, a look of utter confusion on her face. That reaction only caused my smirk to become a bit more larger, and my glare to ease up a bit. Defeating Ginny Weasley would be like taking candy from a baby.

"Welcome to the Potter family, my dear!" I said in a sickly sweet voice. Everyone was taken aback by this action, as if they actually expected my welcome to be sincere. Gross!

"I believe I should just tell you a few things about dearest Harry here, understand?" I asked her, putting one hand on my father's shoulder, and another on hers.

I waited for her to shake her head, before continuing on.

"You see, my father isn't like most men. No, no." I shook my head to emphasize the point, clear amusement swimming in my voice. "You see, he likes his brides fat. A bit too fat. So, what he does is he has some hot, steamy sex, and then he gets his brides-to-be pregnant. Then he's perfectly happy for a few months, while he gets to sleep in the same bed with a fat woman. Then, when you're wedding day comes, he'll just jog off on you, leaving you completely humiliated and alone. Then you'll have to deliver your baby all by yourself, without anyone to help you to support it. Oh, and if your really lucky, he'll come to your child's birthdays."

That was a bit more brief then I had planned it to be, but it got the point across. I was glaring at Harry when I finished, and Ginny gave me a repulsed look. I was sure that she hated me by the end of the speech. I had not only embarrassed her, but her precious Harry as well.

Leaning down to whisper in my ear, she hissed something that I hadn't expected. "Maybe Harry would have shown up to some of your birthdays, if he hadn't had a brat for a daughter like yourself. And by the way, I'm going to be your step-mother. Just keep that in mind before you go on and say anything else to me that you'll regret." I had to admit, I was a bit shocked by this sudden mean stroke to Ginny. Out of the seventeen years I'd known her, I never thought she had it in her to act so rude. It was quite admiring, really, and I would have praised it, if it had been in any other situation.

"Is that so?" I asked rather loudly, hopping off of the table quickly. She smiled widely, thinking that she intimidated me in some weird way.

"Well let me tell you this bi-, I mean Ginny, I was already brought up, and I quite like the way I turned out. Maybe if my mother hadn't made friends like you, Harry wouldn't have even knocked her up like the insensible prat he is!" I ended this in a screech, and walked away, pulling my mother up from her seat. Her face was red, and she was clearly humiliated. But she still didn't say anything. I turned to Molly and gave her a smile.

"Thanks for everything. The evening was enjoyable." I stated it as nicely as I could, except the night had been anything but enjoyable. It had been a complete, horrible, mess.

I dragged my mother over to the fireplace, and took some floo powder in my hand. I handed half of it to her, and kept the other half for myself.

"Go on, mum." I insisted gently, pushing her into the fireplace carefully.

She said our address, and then disappeared, as I followed her example and did the same. The only thought that ran through my mind, as I felt a heavy wind picking up around me, was that Ginny Weasley was going down, no matter what the consequences were.

RAWR, my loves. : )