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Hell and damnation.

I think somebody up there seriously has it out for me. No joke. Or maybe I did something extremely awful in a past life and I deserve this. Ha. I'm innocent, I tell you! Innocent!

My brain rambles on to some weird places these days.

Harry puts his hand on my back and gives me a shove forward.

Great, now everyone is looking at me.

"George!" I call, and he looks at me as if I am a very interesting little morsel.

"What, my little honeybee?" He coos sweetly into his wand.

"I'm not a bloody bee!" I shout, and everyone laughs. Of course, all the mothers are pretty much shooting me death glares at the same time, but that's so beside the point.

"I have to take Al's place!" I shout over the laughter, and then everything goes silent.

Now George isn't the only one looking at me weirdly.

"Why would you do that?" Bill laughs, obviously knowing that there are some superior forces at work here. Everyone else begins to shout the same thing.

"I PROMISED AL I WOULD!" I shout, and everyone calms down a smidgen. "It was the only way I could get him to come here," I admit wearily.

Charlie bursts into raucous laughter.

"You could have just saved us all this damned trouble, and lost the Quidditch game! Damn, Harry, you just can't let me win even once," He exclaims, and everyone laughs.

People begin to drift away from our little cluster to go find better things to do. Probably plan for my doom or something, the prats.

I don't have very high expectations with my family, do I?

Harry is still standing where I left him, that casual smirk still on his face. Merlin, can he get any hotter?

"Damn you, Harry," I snap at him as I walk towards him, "damn you."

"That isn't a very proper way to talk to your husband, now is it?" He grins at me, and his eyes smolder in hidden laughter.

"It's your entire fault! You're the one who tricked me into that bloody promise!"

"Nope. I disagree. That was all your son, Gin."

"It bloody well was not! It was all you, Harry James Potter!"

"Oh, but I disagree Mrs. Potter."

I glare at him violently. He is going to pay one of these days. He'll be tossed onto the couch, shut out from the bedroom.

Damn, that's a bad punishment. Then again, I can't do that.

If I did, what fun would I have at night?

Hehe.

I decide to stomp away. Flare for dramatics, one might say. Roxanne and Dominique are standing just inside the door to the house, whispering.

"Okay, you know what you have to do right?" Dominique asks Roxy.

"Yes, we've talked about this like a million times!" Roxy rolls her eyes.

"It's important! We have to make sure you know what you are going to do!"

"I know, I know. I'm only 6, though, Dom!"

Dom glares. "You always say you want to be more like the older kids, and now is your chance!"

"But I wanna play with my Wicked Witches!"

"Your point?"

"And I want Lily to play with me."

"No way. You might tell her."

"But she already knows!"

"Not about this part. And what if she tells the wrong person, huh?"

"Fine. You owe me."

"You truly are a Weasley, Rox."

"Thanks! On another note, though, Victoire and Teddy are finally together, Dom!"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. You told me to watch out for blackmail material for you. And if James and Fred knew..."

"All hell would break loose."

"Exactly." Roxy's grin practically lit the whole room.

"Thanks, kiddo," Dominique says, then ruffles her hair.

"You're only three years old than me, you don't get to call me kiddo!" Roxy huffs, but stays in her little huddle with Dom.

I wonder where Rose is. She's usually Dom's partner in crime, and her absence is slightly worrying.

I move away from where they are standing, so that they won't notice my sneaky observation skills. In this family, it's better to hold your secrets as long as possible.

After all, there are no families without the lies.

I shall have to remember that little saying and tell it to George and Ron sometimes. It'd give him a good laugh. Of course, I wouldn't do that until they decided that it would be worth their while to be a bit kinder to their younger sister.

Hey, wait! I should find out what this plan of theirs is.

You are a smart one, Gin.

I sidle out to where they are standing again. "Hey girls, how's it going?"

They look up at me, and for a second fear flashes across Dominique's face. "Pretty well, Auntie," They chorus.

I have them cornered now. Roxy looks worried now, too.

Damn it, I wish I had my wand. Must try to get that back from Dad, again. I get so distracted.

"What are the two of you talking about," I coo sweetly. "Just tell me, sweeties, and nobody needs to get hurt!"

"I'll never tell!" Roxy cries, and Dom groans. So they ARE up to something. Triumph!

I smirk. "So you are up to something!"

"No," Dom states angrily, "we aren't."

"Yes we are!" Roxy smiles brightly.

"No we're not!"

Interesting. Argument in the ranks.

"So you are or you aren't," I say with a sigh, "which is it? And no wasting my time, please, children."

"He told us we couldn't tell," Roxy smiles. Ah, the innocence of a small child. Only a year younger than Lily, but Lily is obviously much more sneakier. I am so proud to be her mother.

"Who's he?"

Roxy opens her mouth to tell me, good little girl that she is, but Dominique slaps a hand over her mouth. What the hell, Dom? I was about to get some awesome information here.

"Hello ladies," Harry's smooth voice rings out as he greets the three of us. "What's going on here?"

"Nothing," we all say quickly.

"We were just leaving," Dom smiles brightly and pulls Roxy into the safety of the Burrow. Bugger.

"So," he smirks at me, "what were you really doing?"

"Interrogating them," I sigh, and he just chuckles. What kind of a word is chuckle, anyway?

"Why?" he asks curiously.

"I overheard them making a dastardly plot," I shrug, "and decided that I must put an end to it immediately."

"Here's some advice," he smiles at me and pulls me a bit closer to him, "don't bully the children. Go straight to the source."

I nod and, thinking he is about to kiss me, tilt my head up.

"See ya later, Gin. Good luck on your mission," he smirks, and before I have time to think he is already ducking around the corner of the house.

Little bastard.

He is going to get it one of these days. I will send all of my brothers after him, just for his cruel and unusual punishment of me.

Except not Charlie, because he's a bully. I don't want Harry too hurt. He is my husband, after all.

And not Bill, because he'd castrate him. And well, we can't have that happen. Just can't. For obvious reasons.

And George would just laugh, and say I deserve it.

Percy wouldn't be of any use, because it would break too many of the Ministry rules for him to involved in anything of the sort.

As for Ron, well, maybe he'd come through. Likely not though, because Harry is his best mate and all, and pretty much Hermione's big brother, so killing him would likely result in a divorce for Ronald, and at the very least a million years on the couch. So yeah, Ron would just side with George.

So, they leave their little sister to defend herself again. Prats.

I thought brothers were supposed to be overprotective. Damn them and their cruel tendencies and their marshmallow hearts.

Oh, and their weakness for women. It doesn't help. They are so whipped.

Then again, I'm pretty much at Harry's mercy. Even when he leaves me standing on my lonesome in a clearing, I still have the hots for him.

I am much more whipped than them.

Damn Harry and his scorching eyes.

"Ginny?" I hear Audrey's quiet voice, and I whirl around.

She's holding the book she was reading earlier, and is very pale.

"It's time for George to read," she says quietly.

Merlin, is there ever a peaceful moment? It's like this so-called relaxing party is actually an exercise in patience and torture! Probably all Mum's idea, more 'mother training', as she calls it.

And damn it, but Audrey is the most patient one of all of us.

That's likely why she is very good at the avoiding-everyone part of this. Like ridiculously good at it. Maybe that's why Percy married her, for her sneaky talents.

Wait, Percy is the least sneaky of us all.

Why would he marry a sneaky person who would give birth to sneaky children?

I don't have time now to think on this. I'll get back to it later, and figure out a hypothesis for the whole biological occurrence that caused sneaky little Molly and Lucy to be born.

"You know you have to go, eh?" Audrey says, looking down at her feet. "If you don't, well, who knows what certain other people will tell them? About your avoiding location."

Pardon?

Did Audrey just threaten me?

The Percy Weasleys are full of surprises tonight!

AN

Sorry! I really apologize for the long time because I really meant for this to be out a lot earlier, but I kept procrastinating putting it up! Bright side: I got a laptop for Christmas so posts in the future should be quicker!