They were having a big family dinner that night in celebration of Hermione and Ginny's graduation from Hogwarts. The entire Weasley family was finally getting together for the first time since Christmas- everyone had been busy with work, school and the like, and besides, Hermione hadn't even met little Victoure Weasely. Ginny had been allowed to leave Hogwarts to go and see her new niece when she had been born two months before, but since Hermione was not technically related, she had not been granted permission to go and see the baby.
Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione were setting up the tables and chairs out in the garden- they were laughing and talking loudly together, and it was almost like old times again.
Finally, just as they managed to somehow make an order of the countless plates and cutlery enough to satisfy Mrs Weasely, the door opened and the family was together again, all laughing and hugging and talking loudly. Mr. Weasley, cheerful and balding, George, joking and grinning, Charlie and Percy, looking overworked but happy, and Bill and Fleur with their new little addition, both glowing with happiness.
When they all finally sat down to mrs weasley's wonderful dinner, little Victoure was passed around the table. They had named her Victoure, Fleur explained to Hermione, because she had been born on the one year anniversary of the battle of Hogwarts and Victoure in French meant victory.
Hermione had tears in her eyes. "That's beautiful." she said, looking down at the fragile little person in her arms.
After Mrs Weasley brought out the puddings, after the night had settled in and after much congratulating of Hermione on her book, they cleared the tables and trooped into the living room.
If one would look in on the Weasley living room later that evening, one would come across a very comfortable scene: Mr. Weasley, Bill and Percy were having a heated argument about ministry politics, George and Charlie were in the midst of a particularly bloody wizard chess game, Ron and Hermione were bickering cheerfully, Mrs Weasley was holding Victoure, cooing over her while Fleur hovered anxiously behind her- and Harry and Ginny had disappeared into the kitchen to 'make tea', as they said.
When the moon had reached the middle of the inky nights sky, Mrs Weasley stood up. "I think it's high time we all got to bed. Hermione and Ginny, you both need your rest, I expect you've been- Ginny?"
All the Weasley boys stood up at once, and stomped towards the kitchen. Hermione and Fleur looked nervous- Mr and Mrs Weasley just looked at each other helplessly.
There was a loud cracking sound from the kitchen. Hermione dashed inside. The scene that met her eyes was a highly amusing one.
Bill, Charlie, Percy, George and Ron all were cornering Harry with their wands pointed at him. Harry was suspended in the air, hanging, seemingly, by his ankle.
"Sorry, mate," George was saying. "But chosen one or not, messing with our sister is unacceptable."
Harry grinned sheepishly. "I refuse to apologise."
Ginny was furious. "You let him down this minute!"
"Of course." Charlie lifted his wand, and with another bang, Harry fell to the floor.
Ginny raised her wand once, and her brothers were pushed backwards by some invisible force and the kitchen door slammed shut. The Weasley boys lay on the floor in the living room in a heap. "Next time find your own kitchen!" Ginny yelled from behind the locked door.
Hermione grinned to herself. She pulled Ron to his feet. "Enough of that now."
Ron rubbed the shoulder which had smashed into the floor angrily. "Fine."
Mrs Weasley was shaking her head and pulling her boys to their feet, while Mr Weasley and Fleur were shaking with laughter.
"Go on," Mrs Weasley shooed George, Percy and Hermione and Ron upstairs. Bill joined Fluer and Victoure on the couch, chuckling. "Next time leave them to me," she said.
It was decided that Bill and Fleur would sleep in the spare room that was added to the house recently for them, since weren't eager to travel with the baby so late.
Mrs weasley succeeded in opening the kitchen door, telling Harry and Ginny off and sending them both upstairs to bed.
Hermione was saying goodnight to Ron on the landing of Ginny's room when they came up.
"Oh, break it up, will you?" Ginny said in disgust as she saw them. "I think I'm going to be sick."
"Oh, that's rich, coming from you." Ron growled at her.
Hermione stood between them. "Enough. Goodnight Ron," she said, kissing him, "and goodnight Harry". She pulled Ginny into their shared room and closed the door.
Ginny was still fuming as she got into a pair of sweatpants and a pajama t shirt.
"You would think I was some nine year old little girl," she said angrily. "And Ron is so immature."
Hermione hid a smile. "Ginny, that's just what brothers do."
Ginny sat on her bed and folded her arms like an upset child. "You're just saying that because you're biased in the favour of one of my dear brothers." She said crossly.
Hermione got into bed and grinned a most unhermione-ish grin. "Well, maybe. But don't let anything spoil this for you Ginny! I'm so happy right now I don't know how I'm going to fall asleep tonight."