It's Friday Night, yo! I'm watching the telly with my Daddy. My life is sad. Jk. I am writing the Monday chapter so that I'll have it already typed up. Let's read then, huh? - PS- the poem part is really stupid! Haha, not deep at all. It's barely even a poem.

Gillyweed

Fumes

Fumar

Smoke

It was May 4th. It was the day of Victoire's birthday party in the day time, and by nightfall, it was a party to celebrate Ron and Hermione's first child. It was a tradition.

Hermione had been eating (literally) at Ron's nerve, and it was nice to get away and be with guys. Everyone was stuffed from dinner and relaxing in the parlor in the Burrow. The air was warming up, which was a relief for all the parents, because they were able to send the children to play outside more, and it was especially great for Hermione, because she was nearly able to garden. She loved gardening, and looked forward to it every year. This year would be hard though, because she wouldn't be able to squat down or sit on the ground as much as she'd prefer.

"Psst! Ron, I've got a treat for us men in the cellar!" George whispered to Ron, who was playing peek-a-boo with a one year old James.

"Oi! What's the surprise?" Ron's eyes widened with glee.

"You'll see, go get Harry and Bill. Meet me in the cellar in ten minutes!"

"Okay then…" Ron gave James back to Arthur and proceeded to Ginny's room.

He knocked on the door, and no one came to answer. He knocked a few times more, until Harry opened it. He was looking quite out of place, his hair was wildly disobeying to stay.

"Oi! Mate, what in Merlin's be-" Ron began before Harry cut him off.

"Nothing… nothing. What'd you want?" Harry said, avoiding Ron's looks.

"Er.. George wants us to meet him in the cellar. Come on!"

"Okay, lemme put my undies-"

"I don't wanna know this!" Ron walked away.

"I haven't smelled this scent since Auror Training." Harry muttered as he and Ron bounded down the stairs of the cellar. The fumes from cigars of Gillyweed engulfed the dugout-like room.

"George, where'd you get those?" Bill asked in shock.

"A shop three blocks down from mine." George stated matter of factly. "Who's first?"

"Oi, I can't. Ginny and I are trying for a daughter." Harry refused.

"I've already got one in the making. Gimme one, please!" Ron asked.

"Oh, these won't do much! They aren't the real thing, just fakes." George informed him.

"Will they give the same effects?" Bill asked.

"Nah, just a wicked case of the burps."

"Odd…" Harry said as he reached for his.

Back upstairs, Molly and Angelina were doing the dishes.

"Say, do you smell that?" Angelina asked.

"Smell what, dear?" Molly laughed.

"I smell something weird. Almost like Gillyweed... and…"

"Bloody- … Where are the boys?" Molly asked. "Where are my sons?"

"Smoking Gillyweed, it seems!" Angelina snickered.

"I swear, if Harry get's himself into any trouble, he won't be allowed home for a month!" Ginny snapped.

"Well, at least my Ron has enough sense not to get himself into any troubles. He's playing with James." Hermione said.

"Nope, last I saw James, he was with Arthur." Ginny put a bowl on the drying rack.

"Bloody Hell, Ronald!" Hermione stomped to the door. "Oh for Pete's sake! Will someone go beat my husband up for me? I don't want to harm my baby!" Hermione huffed.

"I will, I'm their mother. They're scared more of me than they are of anyone!" Molly dried her hand and walked to the cellar door.

"Boys!" Molly shrieked.

"Oh crap! Mom!" George yelled.

"Hide!" Yelled Harry and Bill.

Haha! I like this chapter. Did you? Sorry I didn't post this on Monday as usual. I was terribly sick… and I just never got around to it, but by the time I remembered, it would've been too late, and all my readers would've been asleep. Oh well! Review! Lots of love! xx