A/N: I didn't know how to word what the doctor was going to tell Marc and Molly so I skipped it. Jane suffered a heart attack brought by anxiety.
And I'm soooooooo sorry for not updating sooner! Life got ahold of me and wouldn't let me go. But here is another chapter of Grandma's Story. Enjoy!!
Chapter 6: Discussions of a Serious Nature
Luckily for Draco, Jane's interrogation didn't last that long. And luckily for Jane, Ginny didn't find out about it and also couldn't corner her about her former life.
Molly and Bobby were discussing sleeping arrangements as she was rolled up in a wheelchair by a nurse.
"Ginny and Draco will want the guest bedroom and your brother can sleep on the couch," Bobby kept insisting.
Molly's annoyed response was that the bed in the guest bedroom was too small to fit the married couple, whom she kept forgetting are capable of using magic to enlarge the bed.
Both glared at the other until Jane cut in and they turned their heads to look at her. "Why don't you ask William if he is staying at his apartment tonight instead of going back to Salem and if Draco and Ginny would be willing to enlarge the too small bed for you because you seem to have forgotten everything Salem and I have taught you about charms," Jane replied, laughing at the look on her daughter's face.
"Thanks Mom. I completely forgot. I don't even know where my wand is or anything," she replied before rushing off to consult with her brother about the sleeping arrangements. Molly came back five minutes later to tell Bobby that Marc was staying at his place as are Draco and Ginny. "And we are hosting dinner, darling."
"I've been wanting to make that tri-tip for them. Why don't we have baked potatoes and have them try the Kickin' Chicken sausage?"
"And let's not forget the salads," Molly said, agreeing to the menu.
"That's sounds yummy, Mommy!" Sarah exclaimed, holding her Aunt Ginny's hand.
Ginny told Molly that they were going to drop their stuff off at Marc's (William only to his mother), change, then apparate to their house and help out. Ginny, Draco, and Marc said quick see you laters and left, vanishing into thin air just as Bobby pulled up in the van to pick his three favorite girls up at the entrance to the hospital.
On the way home from the hospital, not much was said about why the family had to go. Sarah kept her grandmother's attention onto her, talking and gesturing wildly about the games she and Aunt Ginny were going to play when Ginny and her uncles came over for dinner. And of course her uncles would be lucky enough to play with her too.
Draco, Ginny, and Marc rang the doorbell and talked for few moments while waiting for someone to answer the door. The trio were talking about Severus being back and how that would effect Molly and Jane tremendously.
"Ten bucks that Molly freaks out and starts screaming profanities," Marc offered to Draco, only to have the bet picked up by Ginny.
"No not ten bucks. How about 20 galleons that Jane faints reading the owl and will be speechless for a half-hour?"
"Quit spending my money on stupid bets," Draco said irritably.
"Your money, Draco? YOUR money?"
"No not my money, our money, " he replied hopelessly to his red-headed wife's fury.
"That's what I thought."
"Coward," Marc fake-coughed.
"Thank you-oh darling godson-thank you."
"No problem Drake."
Suddenly the door opened and Molly appeared. "You guys showed up at a great time the sausages just got taken off the grill. Still haven't lost your touch- have you Marc?" Molly walking them through the small entryway and into her prized kitchen.
"Of course not. Its the best way to startle the students, and in some cases out right scare them. One second no one's there-the next I'm there just as the food arrives on the plates. Its wonderfully amazing," he fake-sighed.
"You are definitely your father's son, Marc. He did something similar to us too. Billowing robes, slamming doors...He was a scary professor."
"Well you never had it as bad as us Gryffindors did darling. You were in his house, I wasn't. Which reminds me, what house were you in, Marc?"
"I was in Ravenclaw, Ginny. Though I do believe that Molly would have been in Hufflepuff so that every family member would have been in a different house," he said, intentionally provoking his younger sister.
All four paused for a moment before Molly punched her now annoying brother and replied with "I would not have been a 'Puff. I would have been a Gryf like mom was."
"Are there houses at Salem?"
"Not really. They have dorms. There are five dorms, one for each year except the last year. Every year the dorms you were in change. The last year you get to choose your own living arrangements.
"The dorms are named after the four elements: fire, earth, air, and water. The fifth dorm is called magic."
"That sounds like it sucks. There is no true house rivalry then, right?"
"Wrong," Marc answered. "Its worse there than at Hogwarts. Mainly because the girls dorm rotation is down the list starting with fire and ending with magic and the guys dorm rotation is opposite of that."
Marc's answer seemed to confuse the two Hogwarts alums. And so Molly jumped back in to clarify her brother's answer.
"What Marc was trying to say was that the same boys don't live in the nearby dorms year after year; so the guys fight over the girls and the girls fight over the guys."
"That would make it worse," Draco said, not envying Marc's job any.
"Anyway, kickin' chicken anyone?" Molly asked, holding up a tray of sliced white meat with red and green peppers clearly visible in the slices.
Marc got two, Ginny got five, Draco, trying to beat his wife, got six. Both Ginny and Draco rapidly ate one after the other until their respective amounts were gone. While Ginny and Draco were inhaling their food, the siblings kept glancing at the two, waiting for the spiciness to kick in. Suddenly, Draco started panting and asking for some water and when Ginny was just about to call him pansy she started to feel the kick too.
Marc and Molly were laughing uproariously at them when Ginny hoarsely yelled, "why didn't you tell us?"
"I thought the name would have warned you, Aunt Ginny," Molly barely managed through her laughter.
Luckily for the British couple, Jane had thought ahead and poured some glasses of milk to go with the appetizer.
The meal was eaten and dessert was served without too much trouble and Sarah was sent off to bed after she fell asleep on the couch.
"Hey mom, I have the recording stuff. Do you want to tell a story?"
"Recording stuff? Are you documenting your experiences Jane?" Ginny asked, turning towards her.
"Yes. I want to do this for my grandkids to know when I've passed on," was Jane's somber reply. "Why don't I tell about the wedding. I know Bobby hasn't heard it and I'm pretty sure you two haven't in a while."
"We're all set mom."
"Okay then. After Hermione's curse had been overcome by a few potions, Severus took her to his rooms for the most romantic dinner he had ever prepared for her. All of her favorite foods were present as well as some of her favorite desserts.
"He didn't do anything quite cliche when he proposed, like the ring in her slice of cake or in her apple cider; he did however, get down on one knee.
"He went to his study after telling me-I mean her- that he had a surprise in their for her but that she couldn't go in there until he had it ready for her.
"He called her into his exquisite book-lined study and when Hermione walked in she was shocked that he was on one knee asking her to marry him. He quickly reassured her that he had been planning to propose before the child was born on their anniversary which unfortunately she spent being under Madame Pomfrey's gaze.
"The ring was beautiful and the only thing that Hermione could think was 'Oh my goodness. HE'S PROPOSING! YES!' "Yes," she softly replied, when she was screaming inside.
"You know Severus, this means I have to tell Harry and Ron right? Which means you have to tell Draco."
"Draco knows. Who do you think helped me picked out the ring? Miss Weasley? I should think not. Besides he is going to be my best man."
"She gasped in realization. 'I have to tell Ginny! We need to plan!' Hermione's mind started whirling in circles with all the possibilities.
"Hermione," rolled off of Severus tongue like it always had for her, caressing and full of warmth. "Relax. We can plan tomorrow. Why don't we celebrate today?" He asked pulling her into a loving embrace and gently kissing the top of her head.
"Okay," she replied into his chest.
"The newly engaged couple went to celebrate their pledge to pledge themselves to one another for the rest of the night.
"They planned their wedding for the second Thursday in July. It was a traditional magical ceremony held inside the room of requirement. Albus Dumbledore was presiding and to Hermione's dismay her two best male friends for over eight years refused to see her marry the man they referred to as the "Greasy Git." Ginny was her maid of honor and couldn't keep her eyes off of the best man, Draco."
"Mom, are yo telling me you got married when you were pregnant with Marc?"
"Yes," was the simultaneous reply for the two Gryffindors and the Slytherin.
The six in the circle burst out laughing at the seriousness in which the reply was made.
"Okay, enough. Let me tell more of the story."
END CHAPTER
A/N: I know I already apologized but I apologize again, this is a filler chapter and it should get somewhat more exciting from here on out.
By the way, tri-tip is a type of a meat cut that is quite prevalent in the western part of the United States, and Kickin' Chicken sausage is really good but kind of spicy so I figured that the British couple wouldn't be used to spicy foods.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please read and review.
Sincerely, sinsfun10