AN: I kind of like this chappie, so read! Now! Go on! Oh wait! Stop! STOP! I forgot to tell you! This chappie's weird because I didn't do it in three parts! It's in four! The first being all of them together, then G/Ha, then R/D, then Hr/P! Okay? Okay! Now you can read!
Ginny stared out the window, watching trees and flowers fly past as if they were moving and not the Hogwarts Express. Harry held her hand, whispering coforting thoughts in her ear.
"Don't worry, Gin. Your mum can't get mad at you! Phlem's gone! She must be in a wonderful mood!" He said, and Ginny smiled weakly at her nickname for Fluer. She squeezed his hand and moved them on top of her stomach. Her stomach was rounder now. You could tell, at least that she was pregnant, but it was hard to say that she was only two months, as she was carrying two.
Draco smiled (he and Ron were in there as well), and patted Ginny gently on the back. "Everything's going to be alright! I won't let her get angry, besides, you know how much she loves Harry! She wouldn't dare lose her temper, seeing as this is practically her greatest wish come true! Well, I suppose she might have wanted you to be a bit older, and married on top of that..." he drifted off in his own thoughts.
Ron stared at Draco's hand on Ginny, and grabbed it. "Let's talk about something else." He said, and Ginny nodded.
"Where do you think Hermione went? When she came back from her little trip, she was in a much better mood. She seemed happy again." Draco said, and the group nodded. Hermione herself walked in the room, making the room of people jump.
"Hi guys! Did someone say my name?" She asked, and Harry shook his head so fast his glasses fell off and shattered. He repared them and squeezed Ginny's hand, making sure he hadn't cut her. Ron turned red and looked at Draco,who barely reacted at all.
"No, I was just saying that between Harry's right knee and mine, I prefer my own knee. I guess that sort of sounds like hermione, if you take pre off of prefer. fer-my-own-knee. It's an honest mistake that anyone could make." Draco said, and Ron stared at him in amazement. He was a good liar.
"Oh! Well we have to patrol the corridors now, Draco." She said, and the two of them stumbled out of the compartment.
Ron shut the door behind them, and the three sat in silence for a while. They were all hoping they would not dissapoint Mr. and Mrs. Weasly, though they each had their own worries. "Do you think your mum and dad will still let me stay anymore?" Harry asked, and Ron patted him on the back. "I've just been wondering the same thing, seeing as I am the first gay person in the family besides mum's brother." he said, and Ginny slumped in her seat a little.
"You can ask them yourselves, as we're at the station now." She said, and sure enough the train slowed down to reveal many anxious witches and wizards roaming around a bit. Among them was Mr. and Mrs. Weasly, Percy, Fred, and George. "We'll have quite a crowd." Ginny said. Harry got their stuff down, and the three of them made their way off the train. Ginny cowared behind Harry, hiding her small, but obvious belly. Draco came up from behind them, and held Ron's hand firmly. Hermione followed as well, grinning, and trying not to throw herself at Percy, though their last meeting had been about two weeks ago.
They reached the group of red-heads and said nothing. Ginny walked out from behind Harry, her hands on her children. Ron wrapped his arms around the smaller Draco and stood like that, rocking the two of them softly. Hermione forgot to restrain herself, and threw herself at Percy, who forgot that nobody knew about them, caught her and kissed her soundly.
"Well I'll be damned." Fred and George said mouths hanging open.
Mr. Weasly looked around at the group, and went quite red. Percy was a bit too busy to notice his brother and sister. The most pronounced reaction, however, was of Mrs. Weasly. She didn't scream, shout, cry, pale, redden, smile, laugh, curse, cuss, or even a combination of those! "Oh my." She said, and fainted.
Ginny and her mum sat at the table, both with steaming mugs of tea in their hands. Neither had said a word to eachother yet, but Mrs. Weasly could wait no longer. "Do you care to tell me how this has happened?" She said, and Ginny set her mug down.
"When you concieved Charlie, were you thinking of what might happen next, or were you thinking of how much you loved Dad, and how needed to express it somehow?" She asked, and tears filled Ginny's eyes.
"You're right. I'm sorry honey, I'm so sorry. I should be happy for you! I'm going to be a Grandmother!" She said, and grabbed Ginny's hand.
"You have every right to act however you do. I mean, you just found out that your 17 year old daughter is pregnant, your son is gay, and another son of yours is madly in love, and has kept it a secret for who knows how long! And by the way, I'm having twins." Ginny said, and Mrs Weasley put her head on the table.
"Honey, can I ask you something?" Mrs. Weasley asked, and Ginny nodded. "Do you have any other surprises for me?"
Ginny giggled (damn those mood swings). "Erm, Harry's the father." she said, and scooted her chair back several feet as Mrs. Weasley slammed her mug on the table (shattering the bottom) and jumped out of her chair.
"YES! YES! YES! I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! I KNEW HARRY AND GINNY WERE PERFECT FOR EACHOTHER! YES!" She screamed, and started dancing around the room, shaking her very existant ass around in circles. "YES!" she'd shout every once and a while.
Ginny giggled, and Mrs. Weasly stopped aburptly. She coughed, and sat back down, repairing her glass of tea. "That never happened." she said, and taking a sip of tea, she winked at a very happy Harry who had been spying on them the entire time.
Earlier...
Ron and Draco sat in Dumbledore's office, eagerly awaiting his arrival. Today was the day when Draco would be re-sorted. Dumbledore walked in, smiling slightly. "Ahhh, Mr. Weasly, and Mr. Malfoy... After your little, shall I say, announcement at the Three Broomsticks, I thought I might be seeing you." He said, taking a seat behind his desk. Malfoy frowned.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked with an edge, and Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.
"I simply meant, that when a Slytherin announces an abnormality, such as yours, they are often shunned, giving them time to reflect apon their thoughts and question their self meanings. I suppose you came to be re-sorted?" He said, and Malfoy nodded.
"Well, we shall see if the Sorting Hat agrees that you are no longer a true Slytherin." He said, and summoned the hat down from it's shelf. Draco placed it on his head, and heard the familiar voice whisper to him.
Ahhh yes... Draco Malfoy. You wish to be re-sorted eh? Not a very wise thing to do... Not Ravenclaw... Why do you question yourself? Not loyal... Not Hufflepuff... Were you scared? Scared that you didn't belong or that yoiu weren't who you thought you were? Yes. Not Gryffindor... That leaves Slytherin, you know. Once you enter a house you rarely leave it, or change so much that you become more like another house. I don't want to read your thoughts again, Malfoy. You will always belong in SLYTHERIN!
Draco ripped the hat off his head, and grabbed Ron by the hand, pulling him out of the room. He slammed the door behind him, and collapsed, sobbing on the moving staircase. The two of them sat there on the steps, one crying, the other comforting, for a long time after they reached the bottom. For once you think you know yourself, only to find out that you don't, the world can wait for a moment.
Hermione and Percy sat in Percy's old room, not reading, not talking, not doing anything. Percy had arranged to stay for their Christmas break at the Burrow so he could spend some time with his (cough) family. Hermione had arranged to stay as well, to visit Ron's (cough) family. Mrs. Weasley had asked if she wanted her own room, as Fred and George's room was no longer occupied by Harry (who slept with Ginny), but she refused, saying that she could kip with Percy so they could (cough) catch up, and Mrs. Weasley could use the twin's room for space.
The couple sat on the edge of Percy's old bed. "Percy?" She said.
"Hmm?"
"What's happening? To the world, I mean. Our world."
"Everything that shouldn't be."
"Oh. That's what I thought."
"Why?"
"Why did I think that, or why did I ask?"
"Both."
"Because, things have to get worse before they get better."
"Oh really?"
"Yes. The climax of a book is always troubling and hard for the main character, but the ending is always happy in someway. Even if the main character dies or something, the peace makes death better than the climax."
"Oh."
They sat in silence once more.
"Hermione?" He asked.
"Hmm?"
"Are you afraid of death?"
"I'm afraid to die before I finish living."
"Oh."
"Are you?"
"I'm afraid to die before I get to love you the way you deserve."
"Oh." she curled up in his lap, and Percy breathed in the sweet scent of her hair. "Percy?"
"Hmm?"
"Don't."
"Don't what?" he asked, though he already knew.
"Don't die. Not yet."
"I won't." Percy wrapped his arms around her, and the two of them fell back on the pillows.
"Good Night."
"I love you."
And they slept like that, their arms as entangled as their souls.
AN: YAY! This is definently one of my favorite chapters! What do you think? Huh? Huh? HUH? Review and tell the starving author! FEED THE AUTHOR! Anyway, I was just reading through the old chappies, and I would like to apologize to all of you for describing Malfoy as a sexy devil. I'm sorry, sometimes I forget that not everyone finds him as the freakin hottie that I find him as. I'm also sorry for being so (erm...) graphic in my lemon. I just happen to find Percy as a sexy guy as well. You will excuse me won't you? well tell me in a review!