A/N – Ok, so I know it has been a long time. Maybe it was the fact I have exams in two days, and I really didn't want to study, that I came back to this story? Anyway, the good news for you, my lovely readers that still give a shit about the story, is that here's an update for you. Might even add more if you are really nice to me. This story has completely changed direction in the chapter. I was going to make the whole Feline Flu thing a big mystery, but then I realized what I want this story to be. I don't want this story to be a world class novel, that has a plot. I want this to be the story where you find out what happened to the characters. They arent going to go on a big adventure. They are going to get married, have kids, their kids will grow up - it'll be like life. It might end up really boring, but in the end, its what everyone is thinking about at the end of the books. To be honest, this story doesn't need to be good. It just has to have everything I want in it. Its up to you guys if you read it or not. And I couldn't care if anyone reads it or not.

So ENJOY!

DISCLAIMER: No Characters mentioned are mine. And similarity in Characters is purely by coincidence.

CHAPTER 7- Who's Getting the Weasleys

Hermione slid the last of her things in her trunk, ready to leave. It had been a stressful first half to the school year. Getting engaged, exams, discovering she was to be an aunt and worst of all finding out her beloved Ronald was sick. Harry had been spending a lot of time with Hermione as Ron and Ginny were held captive in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey had discovered that the Feline Flu was not contagious, but had warned Harry and Hermione to stay away as much as possible, and had cut their visits to once a week. Hermione had been busy planning the wedding, which they were supposed to have just after Christmas, but had now been moved to the summer.

"Hermione? You ready to go?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I guess. I can't believe we both have to spend our Christmas without our fiancés."

"Me either! Im coming back on New Year's to spend with Ginny. "

Harry and Hermione made their way to the train. They found and empty compartment and Hermione made herself comfortable with a very thick book. After the first hour on the train, Sally Curtis came to the compartment and sat next to Harry.

"So, no girlfriend Harry?" She said.

"No, Ginny is sick. Why?"

"Ohhh, just wondering…"

Harry turned away from her and looked out the window. Sally slowly moved herself closer and closer to Harry. She snuggled up again him.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked as he jumped away from her.

"Snuggling up to you of course!" The smile spread across her face.

"What? No! Im an engaged man! What the hell are you thinking?"

"What? I don't understand? I thought now that Ginny is going to die, you'd want me instead?"

"Ginny's not going to die! What on earth are you on about?"

"Well, she has the Feline Flu. Everyone who gets it, dies. Unless you get the antidote, but dragon semen is very rare. "

"How do you know this?" Hermione asked, speaking up for the first time.

"Oh, um I read about it somewhere. "

"But Harry didn't tell you what Ginny had. No one knows."

"Oh, umm…" Sally blushed red.

"Wait, you made her sick? Didn't you?" Harry accused.

"What! No… well yeah, maybe."

"What were you thinking" Hermione exclaimed.

"I… I thought if Ginny and Ron were out of the picture, I would have a chance with Harry and my brother Dominic would have a chance with you, Hermione."

"Sally! That is the most ridulous thing I have ever heard! Did you really think that Harry, after all he's been through with Ginny, would even consider going out with you? The girl who killed his fiance? And do you think I would want to go out with your brother? I love Ron! He is my one and only. There is no way I could be interested in anyone else!" Hermione screamed.

"Sally, I think it's best if you go and tell Madam Pomfrey what you've done. Write to her immediately! And if you don't, I will." Harry exclaimed.

Sally slowly got up and left the compartment. Harry sent an owl to Madam Pomfrey to ensure she knew.

"Harry, why didn't you tell me you and Ginny are getting married?"

"Ginny wanted to keep it a secret. At least until her parents know. Not that it's going to matter anymore."

"Harry, don't say that! We will find the antidote and save them. We need them Harry."

"Well, what do we do?"

"I say, we go have Christmas with our family, and we return to school and ask Madam Pomfrey where to find it."

"Sounds like a plan."

A/N – Hope you enjoyed!

Love Lily xoxoxo