Disclaimer: I don't own any of the HP characters except for Lily, Isabella and Maria. I also own Lanconsmede. It is a town near Hogsmeade. Just making sure you'll know :D
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews guys! I loved them all! Well here is the next chapter and it's WAY longer than the other one! I hope you guys like it and I also hope that it wasn't excessively boring. :D Anyway please Read, Review and Enjoy!
14th of March
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THE DIARY OF HERMIONE GRANGER
(Toss the Travel Diary thing)
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The view is absolutely beautiful here, in Laconsmede and I honestly can't believe it's so close to Hogwarts! It's even closer then Hogsmede. But this place completely different from it. Hogsmede, I mean. It's so…quiet and…well, green here. And Hogsmede, is well, so not.
We just got off our portkeys a few minutes ago and let me tell you all that the ride was absolutely terrifying and horrible! I hate fast rides and anything that makes me want to puke. I don't do well with roller coasters either. (Note to Self Make sure not to travel via portkey anytime soon)
We are on brooms at the moment. The automated ones, the flyer doesn't have to control which is just as well because I'm one bad flyer (even Pansy is better than me but then that shouldn't be surprising!) – a fact which Malfoy felt compelled to point out. The git.
Not only is the scenery absolutely amazing here, the breeze here is just so – God! Argh! Both the bastard and Ron are fighting over the directions to our 'destination' and their arguing keeps pulling me back to reality – snatching me away from the green paradise around me. I really can't understand how I missed all this beauty when I was at Hogwarts – it probably wasn't within our eye-shot which is such a pity.
For Merlin's bloody sake! The two male specimens I'm traveling with? Yeah, well, I wish the both of them would just shut their stinking traps for a minute. It's honestly really annoying and it looks like I'm not the only one who's fed up if Pansy's twitching is any indication of her dislike at their childish behavior.
It took her exactly five minutes (…which is longer than I expected) to suddenly burst out "Would you two just bloody shut up!" That caught Malfoy and Ron's attention – Pansy has that sort of effect on people. It's quite disheartening really when all I can do is get them to look at me and roll their eyes in that 'Who are you to tell us what to do?' kind of way.
"Yes, please" I said, putting in my two pence worth.
Ron turned a shade of red unknown to man when he hastily apologized, "Sorry guys!"
Malfoy's response was more subdued as he rolled his eyes at me and glared. He opened his mouth to say something (presumably his usual suggestion that we suck on some part of his lower body anatomy) but then quickly shut it as he flew ahead of us, without a word. He's learning, I suppose.
Pansy sighed wearily, "Ron, I think he knows the way to his own holiday home"
"Holiday home?" I squeaked. Okay look. I was so surprised. I really was. I mean, why the hell would we be going to Malfoy's holiday home? I mean, come on! …And anyway how did Malfoy have a holiday home in this loveliness? The lucky bastard!
Pansy turned to Ron, wide-eyed "You didn't tell her yet?" Parkinson looked like she had eaten a spoiled pickle or something for breakfast as Ron glared at her, defiantly. I knew then that my so called best friend hadn't told me something else.
"Tell me what?" I asked angrily. I really do hate being the odd one out which happens more than frequently, I have to say. I mean with both of your best friends being guys, you kind of get used to the 'You are a girl making you the odd one out so, please, do back off' sort of thing. Thank god for Ginny!
Ron shook his head from side to side in a 'no' fashion, sighing gravely as his to-be wife whispered rather quietly "I'll leave you two to it" and with those words she flew ahead leaving the both of us behind. It was the first time both Ron and me had faced each other alone since we'd met. And I have to say, it was sort of like facing a firing squad.
"Tell me what?" I repeated after Pansy left us.
Ron avoided meeting my eyes. "We are staying there during the course of this journey…until we finish this wedding"
"In Malfoy's holiday home, Ron? Are you crazy?"
Ron's face contorted in anger and I can't say it made him very appealing at that moment. "Its one of the best ways, 'Mione!" he insisted "It was Pansy's idea but she does have a point. It's close to the bridal garden and it's less public than you know…..staying in an inn or something"
I wanted to retort – try to bring him back to his senses but I stopped myself when I caught sight of the bags under his tired eyes – he looked very stressed out and not the happy go lucky Ron, I once knew. It was quite obvious then that he was just as unhappy with this set up as I was. Not that, that actually helped much. We were still going to stay with the git anyway.
"Why didn't you tell me about Malfoy?" I asked, quietly
"God Hermione! I wanted to but…I couldn't. I knew you wouldn't come if I told you about the bastard"
"But you could have still told me. We are best friends, Ron! I might have still come for friendship's sake!"
"I know. I know…I underestimated you"
"Yeah, you did"
He turned to face me, hands still on the broom. It looked like he had aged about twenty years during those last few minutes "I'm sorry 'Mione. You can leave if you want to and I won't hold it against you. Bloody Merlin! I've been such a git!"
I smiled slightly, waiting for awhile to torture him. And then I said, "I suppose you have but I don't think I'm ready to miss the wedding of the century – the forming of an alliance between a Gryffindor and Slytherin? I don't think that's happened for a while!"
Ron's eyes sparkled in the sunlight though I don't think it was because he was crying or anything. He's never really been a crying person. "You are the best Hermione!" he smiled with heartfelt delight.
"So I've been told"
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14th of March
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DRACO MALFOY'S PERSONAL ORGANISER
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To dear whoever is up there. I will be attempting to kill a number of people during the course of the next few weeks. Please, whoever is up there, do forgive me. Their deaths were inevitable. I sincerely hope you understand. I am, quite, sure you will understand.
- Kill Pansy – Damn her! Damn fucking her!
- Kill Weasley – The bastard had the nerve to direct ME to MY holiday home!
- And above all, kill Granger for just being alive and kicking!
Note to Self: Call on Terry Boot and Susan Bones…Boot! Susan Boot to check out what's happening with the ministry's decision.
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14th of March
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THE DIARY OF HERMIONE GRANGER
(Toss the Travel Diary thing)
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God! I have to say that Malfoy's holiday home? Yeah well, its freaking gorgeous. It really is with its sparkling marble floors and spiraling staircases. Boy, it's huge! I was just gob smacked when I walked in and was surrounded by such finery and Malfoy's smirk indicated that he knew I was too – gob smacked, I mean.
And I have my own room – my own huge room with an amazing bathroom. This really shouldn't be surprising as there are like 20 bedrooms with attached bathrooms in this house. But it is! It is just so surprising. I know. I know. But I am, in the true sense of the words, going mad.
Malfoy, I was told, had inherited this magnificent piece of art from his dead uncle who was, fortunately for Malfoy, a bachelor. With no choice but to leave his abode to his git of a nephew, this mansion and its surrounding horse stables and lush green fields were handed down to Malfoy – Pansy filled me in. Thank god for the girl.
But honestly, who knew the ferret was so rich? He has two butlers and ten maids for heaven's sake (including a gourmet cook who's a lovely old lady)!
It is amazing! This whole trip is. If the beauty that surrounds me is not enough, I've also met about a dozen former Hogwarts students (people I thought I'd never see again) during our tour of Lanconsmede. Our being Malfoy and me. Where was my best friend? Well Ron and Pansy left me to fend for myself with the ferret as the both of them decided to 'check out' the bridal garden just after we kept our stuff at Malfoy's place (I'm not forgiving Ron for this though). And so I was stuck with Mr. Know It All in paradise. There is no justice in this world. Honestly.
Anyway Colin Creevey was one of those 'people I thought I'd never see again', whom I met – Harry's one time personal photographer. The 23 year old has taken photographing up as an occupation which really isn't surprising considering that fact that he has had an obvious infatuation for the camera his whole life! (Note to Self: Get Ron to hire Colin as their wedding photographer. It'll irk Pansy more if he appoints a Gryffindor)
And honestly, it's awfully nice to see some familiar faces – ones that don't belong to the Slytherin genre. And I'm glad I met Colin since I've always taken a certain liking to his chatty and gentlemanly ways. Which is a nice distraction from Git Malfoy's ungentlemanly behavior. Colin's always been…well…the younger brother I never had.
Another person – oh well, people I met were former 'Raveclaw-ian' Terry Boot (my one time secret admirer….yeah, can you believe it?) and 'Huffelpuff-ian' Susan Bones who is now more commonly known as Susan Boot around here. The couple, apparently, owns a small restaurant here in Lanconsmede. I barely even knew the both of them (even in Hogwarts) so our smiles and 'how do you do's didn't exactly strike a chord.
But Malfoy, it seemed, was one of their frequent visitors. When Terry grabbed the git, hugged him tightly in a brotherly fashion and greeted him with a "Long time, no see my man", I was a little more than surprised. I mean really. Who sees Malfoy when they don't absolutely have to?
Seeing my bewildered expression, Colin asked, concerned "What's wrong, Hermione? Are you okay?"
My eyes widened even 'wider' (if that even makes sense) when Malfoy smiled a real smile and not one of his usual leers as he kissed Susan lightly on the cheek. He looked so different…a good different, actually. But I was too surprised to comment on that. Malfoy actually smiled! What has happened? What did I, honestly, miss? "I'm fine" I managed at last "But…but…something's happened to Malfoy"
"Malfoy?" asked Colin, slightly confused "What do you mean? He seems fine to –"
"He's acting so weird…so nice to them. To Susan and Terry. Do you reckon he's grown a heart after all?"
Understanding dawned on Colin immediately. "Haven't you heard?"
"Heard what?" I asked, now the confused one out the two
"Heard about Malfoy trying his utmost to stop the Dorlington Corp blokes -"
"The progress people?" I interrupted, somewhat surprised. What would Malfoy be trying to stop them from doing? …Unless there was some other Dorlington Corp I didn't know about….But I soon found out that I've just been completely oblivious to today's world affairs.
"Yeah those bastards – the people who are hell bent on transforming all of the Wizarding part of UK's lush green grasslands into sky-scraper and motorway clad towns. Well, Malfoy's trying his darn hardest to stop the idiots from having Lanconsmede as one of their 101 conquests. Didn't you know?"
"Errr…no" I replied, slightly flabbergasted at this piece of information. When did Malfoy do anything out of the goodness of his heart? Everyone must have stepped onto another plane, leaving me behind – as always.
"I'm ashamed at you!" gasped Colin in mock disappointment "With you being head journalist of the Daily Prophet and all, one would think that you'd read the -"
"Of course I read the papers!"
"Cover to cover? Word for word?"
"Of course Colin! How could you -"
"Even the business section?"
"Colin! Well obviously I also read tha – Okay well, no, I don't read the business section"
"Quite obvious' smirked Colin, triumphantly "Malfoy's name has been all over the place in that part of the Daily Prophet. He's being portrayed as the arsehole who's in the way of making our wizarding economy the best in the wizarding world. I really am surprised that the bloke hasn't given up already. His Slytherin reputation is at such a strain at the moment, you know'
But I was barely listening. All I could think of was: How could I have missed his name? How could I have missed his freaking name, being head journalist and all? I mean yes, I do throw the business section away but that's no excuse! How could I have bloody missed it? Everyone on this god forsaken planet hadn't missed it except for me! ARGH! I disappoint myself so much sometimes!
"Dorlington Crop has been planning to invade Lanconsmede for quite a while now" continued Colin "Their argument is that this beautiful, green town isn't attracting enough tourists. They've somehow gotten the idea that if they stick a wizarding golf course and a few buildings around here, more people'll come and visit. Fancy that? Why the bloody hell would we come to Lanconsmede if we wanted to play bloody golf?"
"How can they do that?" I asked angrily "Why doesn't someone tell them to advertise this place? More people will come then for god's sake! I can't believe it! Demolish all this for a few more buildings? It really seems unethical. I mean, I am for progress and all but this -"
"Those were my thoughts exactly" interrupted Colin once again which is just as well, because I have a slight tendency to babble when I'm upset. Okay, maybe not exactly slight… "…And it seems that Malfoy's opinions are somewhat similar. It's his efforts that are the golf course arse-wipes at bay"
I nodded slightly, still very surprised at this new Malfoy I was seeing. How could someone trying to help a whole community be such a git and annoying dumb-ass? It's just not plausible. Forget plausible. I didn't even think someone like that existed!
"And what really sucks is that once Dorlington Corp takes over this place, everyone here will lose their livelihoods"
"Progress is a monster in itself…" I mumbled
Colin nodded numbly "It is now up to the ministry to make a decision. Malfoy has been trying hard to convince the minister to give up Lanconsmede. That we can live without it having sky scrapers and all that. Malfoy's top auror and all…you know that right? But anyway, here's the catch, the ministry is for progress which is, understandably, not a very good thing for Malfoy and everyone here"
My heart sank deep down…probably down to my legs. Maybe even to my toes. "What?" I wailed "How can someone even think of eliminating all this beauty'
Colin smiled rather sadly "Beats me"
God! I have a headache….
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14th of March
xxx
DRACO MALFOY'S PERSONAL ORGANISER
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An Update:
- The Ministry decision is not going that well – ARGH! Think of a solution…and fast!
We've just had dinner in Terry's place. Well, restaurant. And the food was bloody good though, honestly, the whole occasion would have been better if the Weasel and Pansy had taken Mudblood Granger and Gay lord Creevey with them. Don't you need a second (…and even a third) opinion to chose flowers? And say "Whoa, that's a beautiful bridal garden by the way"? But no…I'm stuck with the freaks of town. Yay! Go me! Argh!
The conversation during dinner was focused mostly on the Dorlington Crop arseholes and their frequent visits. It was when we were finishing off desert (chocolate cake!) that Susan turned her attention to Granger and asked her what she had been up to these days. It was then that I made the Mudblood wish she'd never been born. Okay maybe, it wasn't a heart wrenching moment for the bitch but it was still heart stopping. Smirking to myself, I smiled mischievously "Oh you know Granger, don't you Susan? She loves an adventure – climbing mountains, swimming in the deep blue seas, carjacking cars"
Granger turned an uncharacteristic shade of red.
"Carjacking cars?" gasped Susan
"Well this is certainly not the Hermione we once knew" laughed Terry "The last time I checked, brainy Hermione Granger was a journalist at the Daily Prophet – not very interesting huh?'
"Oh you know Malfoy don't you, Terry?" snapped Granger, mimicking me "He loves a scene. Please do ignore his 'humorous' remarks"
I just smiled charmingly as I pulled a cigarette out and lit it. "So what about you, Draco? What have you been doing lately?" asked Maria Bones, Susan's 20 year old younger sister who, according to Terry, fancies me. The forced sweetness in her voice made me want to gag – and badly! I love Susan and all but her sister can be very disturbing.
"Yeah, what's with this lawyer chick we are hearing about?" asked Terry
"Yes, Draco. What are you doing with her?" said Maria, somewhat hurt at my lack of interest in her.
It was my turn to turn red – shit! "What are you talking about?" I muttered innocently, taking a long drag on my fag.
"So you're not with her anymore?" asked Maria, smiling just a little too much at me. Her pearly whites were shining just a little too brightly too. I think the girl needs those muggle teeth appliances. The metal wires and that cover the teeth? Braces or something? The things Granger wore that has, now, made her teeth presentable? Maybe then, I might actually be able to look at her face.
"Honestly what do you - " I started
"Is she beautiful?" pressed Susan
"Hot?" added Terry which made Susan slap him playfully on the back.
"Is she swollen headed like you are?" Boy, am I going to kill the mudblood. Boy, am I going to hurt her so bad…
Ignoring Granger's question, I insisted for the second time that I had no idea what they were talking about which, of course, was a lie. "Seriously! What are you guys going on about because - "
"Oh seriously cut the crap, mate" smiled Terry "Why hide such information?"
"Especially when it's all over the tabloid papers these days" added Creevey. The bloody gay arsehole!
"Has it?" I asked, trying hard to act uninterested as I crushed my cigarette in the ashtray on our table. Why can't the fucking media keep these things do themselves? I mean honestly!
"So spill the beans" smirked Terry and just when I was about to continue with my I don't what you're talking about escapade, Pansy and the Weasel walked into the restaurant, smiling and holding hands. As much as the sight of them and their entwined hands disgusted me, it did the job. Me and my dating habits were forgotten instantly!
I can never remember being so happy to see Pansy and, may I even add, the Weasel! I've also got to thank Pansy for insisting that we leave right then because if we didn't, I'd have to reveal some secrets about my 'lawyer chick'. That was great timing. It honestly was.
God bless you, Pansy! God bloody bless you!
- Get Pansy an EXPENSIVE wedding gift!
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14th of March
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THE WEASLEY DINNER EPISODES
Compiled By
Isabella Weasley
Aged: 10
Daughter of Bill and Fleur Weasley
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Preface: I love writing the Weasley Dinner episodes down. One day, when I grow up and become famous, I will re-write them as plays, everyone'll read, love and laugh about. I will probably get a lot money then.
Well anyway. Here, I give you the ninth episode
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(Everyone is at the dinner table with the exception of Uncle Charlie, Uncle Ron (who are both living abroad), Grandpa (who is upstairs) and Uncle Harry (who is, unusually late))
Grandma: Where is Harry, Ginny?
Dad: Yeah, where is he? Harry's never one to miss one of our family dinners.
Uncle Fred: Looks like he's gotten enough of you already, Gin
Lily: No Uncle Fred. Daddy said he loves mummy!
Uncle George: (smirks) Now, did he?
Aunt Ginny: Oh shut up, pea brain!
Lily: Has daddy gotten enough of you mummy?
Aunt Ginny: (angrily) Of course not, Lils! These people are just playing with you!
Uncle George: Gee Gin. Is it your time of the month?
Aunt Ginny: If you say that one more time, I will stick this fork up your –
(Enter Grandpa from upstairs)
Grandpa: Putting that fork aside….where is my man Harry?
Aunt Ginny: God knows bloody where!
Grandma: (surprised) Ginny!
Aunt Ginny: (sighs) I'm sorry. I don't know where Harry is, dad. He didn't even answer his phone today so I don't even know where he could be. Please don't ask me.
Grandma: Are you sure told him? Does he know that we are –
Aunt Ginny: Yes, mum. Yes. He does know that today is Weasley dinner day
Grandpa: Maybe you should try calling him again and –
Aunt Ginny: NO! I mean...don't! I've already tried trice and no one's answering so he's probably busy at the ministry
Uncle Fred: Yeah busy with hiding from you and I can't say I'd blame him at the moment.
Mum: You are zo funny, Fred! Always ze family jokester!
Grandma: Now that's quite enough. Let's wait for a few minutes for Harry then, shall we?
Uncle George: I'm going to kill the bloke for torturing my stomach – AND my appetite. Hey Izzy, what are you…ahh…another Weasley Dinner episode, eh?
Mum: Isabella, will you pleaze put zat book down? Eeet eez time for dinner now
Me: But mum! This is the best part!
Uncle Fred: What episode are you on now, Iz?
Me: (gleefully) Ninth!
Uncle George: That's my girl!
Dad: (smiles) She's my girl George, so back off
Mum: Bill, pleaze tell her to put zat book down!
Dad: Oh come on Fleur. She's on the ninth –
Mum: Bill – now!
Uncle Fred: Ah…a lover's quarrel!
Dad: You know Gin? That idea you had with the fork? I think we should continue with it.
Aunt Ginny: Well, I'm glad you came to your senses Bill
Grandpa: (clears throat) Putting the fork aside….
Uncle Fred: Hey mum! Angie's coming over tomorrow for tea.
Grandma: That's nice! Wonderful! I've haven't seen the blessed girl for awhile.
Uncle George: Believe me, mum. You aren't missing much
Uncle Fred: Hey! Watch your mouth!
Aunt Ginny: Maybe you should pay attention to your advice once in awhile
Grandma: Have y-
Uncle Fred: Dearest Ginny, people who take advice are the complete idiots of this world who have no idea what to do with their lives. It is a well known fact.
Grandma: I want to kn-
Aunt Ginny: (snorts) You should, certainly, take advice then, my dearest brother.
Uncle Fred: You are just so -
Grandma: Everyone, please, shut up! (silence falls) Now, has anyone heard from Ron?
Aunt Ginny: And the pug faced bitch he wants to marry?
Grandma: Ginny! Language please!
Aunt Ginny: Sorry but no, I haven't heard from the git
Grandma: (sighs) Neither have I. I hope he's okay.
Lily: Is Aunty Pansy, the pug faced bitch?
Aunt Ginny: Please watch your language young lady and no, Pansy Parkinson is not your aunt!
Uncle George: (shudders) And will, hopefully, never be….
Mum: What eez wrong with Pansy? She wazn't zat bad when I was at Hogwarts
Uncle Fred: Yeah well Fleur. When you were at Hogwarts, people thought Cho Chang was hot.
Mum: And she rightly was zo!
Aunt Ginny: Rightly, my arse!
Uncle George: (smirks) Gin's just mad because Harry once fancied Chang
Uncle Fred: Oooh…
Me: Really, Aunt Ginny?
Lily: Daddy loves Chang?
Uncle George: Yep, that's right Lils. Daddy once fancied this bimbette called -
Aunt Ginny: No, Lily! Daddy loves me! Me, mummy!
Uncle Fred: Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that
Aunt Ginny: I swear I'll –
Grandpa: Now that is quite enou–
Aunt Ginny: -I'll…I'll…ARGH!
Dad: You okay, Gin? You seem cranky – even for you
Grandma: Yes, I can sense something Ginny dear
Aunt Ginny: (unnerved) Can you…?
Grandma: IS everything okay?
Aunt Ginny: Of course everything is oka-
Grandma: No seriously, Ginny. You better tell me, young lady because –
(Enter Uncle Harry who is dripping wet from the rain outside)
Uncle Harry: Sorry I'm late guys! I was held up at –
Lily: (stands up and runs to Uncle Harry) Daddy! Daddy!
Uncle Harry: (scoops Lily into his arms) Hey Lils! How's my little girl doing?
Aunt Ginny: (gets up from the table angrily) Where have you been Harry James Potter! I left three messages on your phone! THREE! And you didn't even answer one of them!
Uncle Fred: Ooooh…Potter is in trouble now…
Uncle George: Let's see how he gets out of this one…
Uncle Fred: Twenty bucks that Harry'll win this one.
Uncle George: (smiles mischievously) I say twenty on Gin
Uncle Fred: Deal!
Grandma: Ginny, calm down dear. He's home now. Come have a seat, Harry and –
Aunt Ginny: (pays no attention to Grandma) Where were you? I mean honestly! Three message and you –
Uncle Harry: (laughs lightly) Gee Gin, calm down. I had four ministry cases to talk about and inspect today. The bloody interns there couldn't handle it by themselves and so I honestly had no time to even look at my phone. And then later –
Aunt Ginny: (angrily) What do you have a bloody phone for then?
Uncle Harry: (ignores Aunt Ginny) –then later, I bought tickets for the latest Quidditch match. Puddlemere vs. Grandtown. That took awhile. I know you are going to be mad Gin and sorry guys for making you all wait but this is bound to be the match of the season according to reports. And I got tickets for everyone! They are great seats and –
Uncle Fred: Puddlemere vs. Grandtown? Bloody hell, Harry! Thanks a bloody bunch!
Aunt Ginny: (furiously) So you were buying tickets for a Quidditch match WHILE I WAS HERE, DYING TO TELL YOU THAT I WAS PREGNANT?
(A heavy silence falls over the room after those words are uttered)
Grandma: (surprised) Pregnant, Ginny? Why didn't you tell me?
Uncle Fred: (shocked) Another one?
Dad: Well, that explains the crankiness
Aunt Ginny: (stares at Uncle Harry) Shut up, Bill…
(Uncle Harry also stares at Aunt Ginny while still holding Lily)
Lily: Am I an aunty now?
Mum: (laughs heartily) No, sweetheart. You are now a seester!
(Uncle Harry slowly puts Lily down but his eyes are still on Aunt Ginny who is also still staring at him)
Grandma: For how long have you known?
Aunt Ginny: (mumbles) About seven days
Grandpa: Looks like I'll be having three grandchildren now! Three, sweet, wonderfully gifted grandchildren!
(Uncle Harry quickly moves towards Aunt Ginny, pulls her, roughly, towards him and kisses her, hard, on the lips)
Uncle Fred: (disgusted) Eww…dude, we were planning on eating you know!
Uncle George: (scoffs) Look who's talking. You aren't exactly a very pretty sight, either, when you're tongue wrestling dear, sweat Angie…
(Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny smile at each other lovingly)
Uncle Harry: Why didn't you tell me sooner?
Aunt Ginny: (mumbles) I wanted to but I was just scared and…oh! I don't know!
Uncle Harry: Scared, Gin?
Aunt Ginny: I didn't want to you to get angry. I mean, you are dealing with a promotion and well…I just freaked out. I thought you'd be disappointed with me or something…
Uncle Harry: Never…
Aunt Ginny: But I should have told you sooner. I should have known that you'd be happy but I guess I was just being stupid. Hermione even told me that –
Uncle Harry: You aren't stupid…
(Uncle Harry kisses Aunt Ginny again)
Lily: See! Daddy loves mummy and not Chang!
Dad: (disgusted) Yes, I can see that. Guys! Can I remind you two that we are still there and that we'd appreciate it if you two would stop the lovey dovey I love you's and come and eat? I'm bloody starving!
Uncle Fred: (smirks) Bill's just mad 'cause he doesn't get enough
Mum: Excuze me! I alwayz kiss Bill, Fred Weasly!
Uncle George: (sticks a finger down his throat) Yeah, like we really wanted to know that
(Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny, both, laugh and sit down with all of us)
Grandpa: (joyously) Let us now eat and celebrate!
Grandma: Let us celebrate Ginny's pregnancy!
Uncle Fred: Let us all hope that, whether it's a boy or girl, that it turns out to be more like Harry than Ginny. Amen. And tha- OW! Gin! You didn't have to kick me you know!
THE END
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Author's Note: SO how was it? Boring? Please review and tell me! It was long…I know that! LoL! Anyway please review. Oh yeah grammar mistakes and typos were unintended – this was too long to read more than once:D Thanks!