CHAPTER SIX
Summary: With the War finally won and a rapid decline in the wizarding population, drastic measures are taken in a bid to save Wizarding Britain with the introduction of a new Marriage Law. Under the law, Hermione is forced to marry at eighteen or face being exiled from the Wizarding World. She must learn to deal with her past and look forward to her future with rising Quidditch Star, Oliver Wood. Rated M for a reason.
Disclaimer: All original characters and canon events belong to J.K. Rowling. Non-canon events and characters are my own. I am not making any profit from posting this fanfic. Characters are likely to be OOC.
Updated: 05/02/19
Page count: 23
Yorkshire: Flamingo Land - Sunday 28th June, 1998
"Sorry," Hermione apologised sheepishly as they both landed on their feet, and she noticed that he looked a little paler than usual. "I suppose I should've warned you before apparating."
"A'm fine," he waved off her words.
"Alright then, so, no magic, no wand and no magical terms whilst we're here," she warned him. "Do you want to put your coat in my bag?" she asked him, seeing him looking down at her beaded bag sceptically, before she slipped her own wand inside, her hand disappearing down to her wrist.
"Hoo?" He asked in surprise.
"Undetectable Extension Charm," she answered. He felt his eyebrows rise; that charm had the same difficultly level as a patronus. "I used this during the war, inside is everything I need to survive in the wilderness. I know I should probably clean out the contents but I can't bring myself to do it. Everything's still a little too fresh and it never hurts to be prepared for anything," she explained.
She held her hand out and after removing the muggle money he'd gotten changed over at Gringotts the previous day and placing it into his pocket, Hermione took his coat and wand from him, putting them inside her bag for safe keeping.
"Are you ready?" She asked him, an excited grin making its way onto her face and he snorted at her.
"Aye, let's see what yer've gotten mae intae," he replied.
Hermione stepped out from behind a cluster of trees and Oliver followed after her, his eyes widening at the amount of strange looking parked vehicles and the long queues of people. Hermione walked straight past them, not paying attention to the looks she received from those waiting in line.
"What's Flamingo Land?" He asked her, looking up at the large sign ahead of them.
"A theme park,"
"A what?"
"Oliver, I'm about to introduce you to the wonders of the Muggle World," she replied, looking over her shoulder as she approached a small booth that was separate the queues of people and she knocked on the window.
"Sammy?" Hermione called, and a few moments later the window slid open, revealing a dusty blonde with green eyes and she looked to be in her mid-thirties.
The woman smiled at Hermione and she leaned over to hug Hermione. "Hey, Hermione, it's been a while."
"It has, thank you for doing this again."
"It's no problem, besides, I can't say no to the girl who saved the world," she said. Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes at the grinning blonde and Oliver felt his eyes widen. She knew?
"Very funny," Hermione muttered as she handed over the correct amount of money to cover their admission free, and she received the tickets, a brochure and a map in return.
"Is this your first time in the Muggle World?" Sammy asked Oliver and he nodded in response. "Well, you're in for a treat," she told him, before turning back to Hermione. "You better get in quickly, the park's about to officially open and the queues will be murder" she warned and Hermione chuckled.
"Thank you again, I owe you," Hermione said after purchasing several queue jumpers.
"No, you don't," Sammy said as she leaned out the window and pushed Hermione towards the gate. "Have fun!" She called after them, and Hermione walked through the gate after scanning her ticket and Oliver mimicked her actions.
"Hoo does she know aboot the Wizarding World an' the war?" He asked confused.
"Sammy's a squib. She used to live on the same street as me," she shrugged her shoulders.
He opened his mouth to speak but he was soon distracted as he took in the sight of all the shops, arcades, game booths, rides and roller coasters, the loud sounds that filled his ears and the smell of cooking food.
"Welcome to the Muggle World," Hermione smiled and she walked forward, looking down at the map. Once he'd shook off his surprise, he had to jog to catch up to her.
"This place is amazing," he said.
"You haven't seen anything yet," she promised. "Now, I think we should just get it over with and throw you in the deep end. This way," she said, looking up from navigating the map and walking in the right direction.
They walked the short distance with them chatting comfortably and Hermione answering Oliver's many questions as best she could, before they reached their first stop of the day.
"This is it," she informed him, stopping in front of a large roller coaster called 'Magnum Force'. "This is going to be your first roller coaster. We'll be one hundred and eleven feet in the air and travelling at speeds of fifty-three miles per hour, whilst doing loop the loops and going around the track," she spoke, looking down at the information on the roller coaster in the brochure she'd been given. "Do you think you can handle it?" She asked him.
He scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest confidently. "A'm a professional Quidditch player. A make me livin' playin' twa hundred feet above ground level," he replied.
Hermione felt her mouth twitching into a smirk; he had no idea what he was in for and he was about to get the shock of his life.
"Let's go then," she said, gesturing that they move forward.
Together they made their way up the ramps until they stood at a locked gate and they waited. They'd only been there a total of five minutes when the crowd began filing in and lining up behind them.
"There's a lot af people here," Oliver commented, looking behind him.
"That's why I asked Sammy for help getting in and I bought the queue jumpers. They allow you to go straight to the front of the queue instead of waiting in line. Some rides have a waiting time of over an hour and by that time, you hardly get to do anything before you have to leave," she said shrugging.
They waited another five minutes and the ride operator finally opened the gate and allowed them access to the cars. Hermione was quick to claim the front car, jumping in before anyone else even had a chance to and Hermione chuckled at her excitement. He climbed in beside her and after buckling her own belt; she showed him how to correctly buckle his own before they waited for the ride operator to check their belts.
"Are ye sure this is safe?" He asked her, unable to hide his unease.
"Yes, it's perfectly safe and there are plenty of security measures in place," she assured him. "If you're scared I can always hold your hand," she teased, her mouth twitching at the corners.
As much as he wanted to feel her hand in his again, he rejected her offer as to preserve his masculinity and she laughed knowingly. The ride operator finally reached them and he checked their belts and put the safety bar down and Hermione draped her arms over it lazily.
He chuckled when he noticed Oliver's uneasy expression. "You alright, Mate?" He asked and Oliver nodded in reply.
"First time on a rollercoaster," Hermione explained and the ride operator laughed.
"Well, you're in for a treat, especially with someone as beautiful as this young lady here looking after you," he winked at Hermione.
She blushed and looked away embarrassed and Oliver scowled at the ride operator. He couldn't believe he was flirting with Hermione right in front of him.
"Are you ready?" She asked as the operator made his way back to the booth.
"It can't be that bad,"
Hermione laughed at him, shaking her head. "Here we go," she warned. Her eyes were wide with excitement and she practically bounded in her seat.
The countdown began and before Oliver knew what was happening, the cars shot off like a rocket as they travelled around the track. He yelled loudly and he could hear others screaming from behind him, and Hermione's joyous laughter next to him. From the corner of his eye he caught sight of her, she had her hands up in the air and was laughing and shouting loudly. One look at her and he felt himself growing more comfortable. Mimicking her, he raised his hands in the air and laughed and yelled, and before he knew it, they had reached the platform and the safety bar released. Hermione undid her buckle and Oliver followed her lead and they stepped out of the car. Oliver wobbled slightly and Hermione laughed as she reached out to help steady him.
"How do you feel?" She asked with flushed cheeks and smiling widely.
"A'm good. Tha' was..." He trailed off, unable to find the word to describe the experience.
She beamed at him knowingly as they made their way back down the ramps. "You're not going to be sick, are you?"
"Naw, a'm fine, but a understand why ye asked mae all those questions," he said, bringing his hand up to his hair in attempt to make him more presentable after the wind had messed it up.
"Do you want to go on another ride?" She asked and he was quick to nod his approval.
She pulled the map from her beaded bag before walking away and he followed after her, trying to stop his head from spinning. He couldn't believe how brilliant muggles were to be able to create such a thing without the use of magic. The Wizarding World didn't have anything like that; the most fun thing they had was Quidditch.
"You were screaming pretty loudly," Hermione teased, spinning around and walking backwards as she faced him, and he raised an eyebrow.
"A was showing me appreciation."
Hermione laughed at him. "So you weren't scared?"
"Naw, a was jus' acting, tryin' tae be a gentleman an' make ye feel better aboot bein' scared."
"I believe you," she hummed, but the tone of her voice suggested that she hadn't believed a word he'd said and he chuckled at her. "You know, it's okay to be scared," she said and he stopped in his steps and narrowed his eyes at her.
"A wisnae scared," he denied.
"Were, too"
"Not,"
"Too," she sang.
His eyes narrowed further before he suddenly lunged forwards, she squeaked in surprise before turned and darted away from has as he chased after her, the crowds of people parting for them, some of them with annoyance and other amusement.
Hermione ducked behind a game booth and Oliver stopped in his steps, his eyes darting about in search for her until she crept up behind him, startling him when she reached out to touch him and he yelped in surprise. He turned her face her, a slight scowl on his face as she laughed, gripping at her sides.
"Yer surprisingly fast fer someone so small,"
"Oi! I'm not small, I'm average height" she said, pointing a finger at him threateningly and he snorted her. "Oh, we're here," she said, turning to her right and looking at the sign 'The Bullet'. "This one is one hundred and thirty-one feet high and travels at speeds of fifty miles per hour," she read off from the brochure.
"Okay, let's go," he said, feeling more confident that he had been previously.
Hermione smiled before leading the way over to the booth for the queue jumpers. Once she'd handed over the tickets and the cars returned to the platform, they climbed on, once more choosing the front car. They buckled their belts and waited for the ride operator to put the safety bar down.
"This one not only does a loop but we go backwards, too," she said excitedly and he chuckled at her.
The countdown began and the ride shot off, Hermione laughing with her hands in the air and Oliver yelling until he composed himself and mimicked her. They went around the track, through the loop and up the vertical track, before the car rolled back and went over the track and loop backwards, and soon after they climbed off and made their way to another ride.
"You screamed," she teased him again.
"It's not me fault tha' it suddenly takes aff, it takes mae by surprise," he argued and she laughed at him.
"That's what the countdown's for," she sang, and he scowled at her as she continued to tease him.
~000~000~000~
They had been on the Tidal Wave, Thunder Mountain, Top Gun and The Corkscrew and before they knew it, it was lunch time and their stomachs made their hunger known.
"Do you want to take a break and get some lunch, and allow your heart to get out of your stomach?" She said amused and he snorted at her.
"Aye, a suppose it's time a see this muggle food af yers."
Hermione led them over to one of the food huts and she bought them their lunch and they walked towards the zoo section. Hermione looked around before removing a blanket from her bag and putting it on a large patch of grass near the baboons' open enclosure and they sat down themselves down, getting comfortabl.
"What is this?" Oliver asked looking at the food in his takeaway box.
"A cheese burger. It's basically beef with cheese on top and tomato sauce inside a bread bun," she said, picking up her own burger and taking a bite. He watched her before copying her movements, picking up his burger with two hands and taking a reluctant bite and she laughed when his eyes widened at the taste.
"Good?"
He nodded enthusiastically. "What's this?" Oliver asked picking up a bottle of coca cola.
"A muggle beverage. It's exactly like pumpkin juice; except it's fizzy, not orange and not made of pumpkins."
"So it's nothin' like pumpkin juice?" He said amused.
"Exactly," she nodded and he snorted at her.
They chatted comfortably whilst they ate their food and once they'd finished, Hermione laid down on her back and looked up at the sky with Oliver doing the same and laying down beside her.
"A have tae admit, this place is amazing," he said.
"A don't understand why the Wizarding World is so afraid of muggles. A don't understand how and why people think they're uncivilised, uneducated barbarians, or how they even came to form those opinions. What are they based on? Most of the wizarding population hasn't set foot here," she spoke. "I may be a bit biased, but I think muggles are incredible. They've survived thousands of years without magic, hell; muggles existed long before magic did. They've built places like this all over the world to entertain people and make them laugh. They've built aeroplanes that allow people to travel around the world, they've built kitchen appliances that allow you to store and cook food without spells. They have electricity and light bulbs, as a substitute for using spells and fire. I don't and can't understand why people grow up hating Muggleborns, being taught to treat us as though we're not good enough, as though we're nothing, something that is less than human." Her eyes strayed down to her covered left arm and he followed her gaze curiously.
"What are ye looking at?"
"Nothing," she said, too quickly to be believable and he frowned. She was hiding something from him, but he would let it go for now.
"A don' agree with the way ye were treated. Blood supremacists believe tha' ye steal our magic an' tha's why our magic may be weaker than others an' Squibs are born. A don' believe tha', but a do know tha' Muggleborns are born with a gift fer whatever reason an' they deserve tae be treated as any other witch or wizard. They deserve the right tae practice magic, tae learn an' grow an' they should never be made tae feel unwelcome in a world they are born tae," he said sincerely.
Hermione turned her head to the side so she was facing him and she gave him a soft smile, her eyes pooling with warmth and affection. Oliver decided that he always wanted her to look at him like that.
"I know," she told him. "I know why Muggleborns and Squibs exist."
"Ye do?" He said, sounding surprised.
"Hmm," she hummed. "Do you want me to tell you?"
"Impart on mae yer wisdom, oh Brightest With of the Age," he said dramatically and she snorted at him.
"Contrary to belief, we don't steal our magic, we are born with it due to it being in our bloodline, it's just dormant." A confused look crossed his face. "We either have a witch, a wizard or a Squib in our ancestry, but when they've had children, the magical gene is passed on to the children, however, it may stay dormant as it's not strong enough to present itself. The gene is continuously passed on until the magic is strong enough and then it presents itself in the child and a witch or wizard is born. A Muggleborn, to be more precise."
"So yer sayin' tha' Muggleborns have magical ancestors, but the gene fer magic is weak so it doesn't present itself in the child, it stays dormant until it is strong enough to dominate yer blood," Oliver spoke with a slight frown.
"Yes, we don't steal our magic, it's in our bloodline just as it is everyone else's," she nodded.
"Tha' actually makes a lot af sense," he commented. "A dunno hoo a never put the pieces tagether befere, it's so simple a cannae understand hoo no one has picked up on it."
"Professor McGonagall helped me trace my ancestry whilst I was in my sixth year. We discovered I have a Squib Grandmother on my father's side eight generations back, and a Squib Grandmother on my mother's side five generations back. Now, imagine eight generations of magic that haven't been born. That's essentially eight generations of Squibs. That magic's just sitting there unused and building, growing..."
"Until ye were born," he said in understanding. "Tha'll be why yer so powerful."
"How do you know I'm powerful?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"A'body knows yer a powerful witch, Granger," he rolled his eyes. "Ye put the fear af Merlin in some people," he sounded amused.
"Well, anyway, because I have that amount of suppressed magic inside of me, I have a strong magical core which means that any future generations of witches and wizards that are born from me are likely to be powerful, too, regardless of whether I marry a wizard or muggle."
"So yer children will be powerful?"
"Yes, maybe even more so than me."
"Alright, why are Squibs born?"
"Simple, inbreeding; most Purebloods marry cousins to keep their bloodlines 'pure', and this results in you all being related in some way," she said and he nodded. "When that happens, the DNA that is passed onto the child from the parents will be limited because you're not branching out of your family tree. That means that your DNA doesn't have room to evolve and grow healthily and so instead it mutates, causing medical, psychological and physical deformities, disabilities and conditions. It also weakens the child's magical core so when they're born, the magic is barely there. If Purebloods continue doing this, the DNA will continue to mutate and magic won't be able to branch out into new bloodlines."
"Which means tha' magic will die out," he spoke quietly, understanding hitting him like a ton of bricks. He'd never understood why Squibs were born or why some wizarding folk's magic was stronger than others, but Hermione had made him understand it perfectly.
"I suspect that's why they're pairing Purebloods with Half-bloods and Muggleborn. Our bloodline and magic isn't diluted as we have a wider and healthier family tree. By mixing your blood and magic with mine, we will be effectively purifying our magic for future generations. There will be a lot less Squibs, a lot less magical weakness and deformities and health issues, and blood supremacy will have no room for existence. There will be no reason for war based on blood status; the Wizarding World will have a population of half-bloods and Muggleborns. Magic will be saved and it won't die out," she said thoughtfully. "Although, I suppose you could argue that there will be Purebloods once again."
"Hoo so?"
"Well, one of the definitions of a Pureblood is that you're able to trace their bloodline to having magical ancestors that span centuries prior."
"Okay?"
"So, in a couple of hundred years, everyone will be able to trace their magic back to now."
"Therefore Purebloods will exist again," he said in understanding. "A'body will be Purebloods, they'll jus' have muggle lineage, too."
"Exactly," she smiled at him warmly.
"But won't magic die out if that happens?"
"No, the DNA and bloodlines will have branched out for hundreds of years, making it wide spread so inbreeding and mutated DNA will be less likely. If wizarding folk marry muggles, they're also increasing the population and bringing more magic into the world, and it will be beneficial since the muggle population is almost triple the population for wizarding folk."
"Ye really are the Brightest Witch," he said softly.
She shrugged her shoulders. "I doubt it, I'm sure there's plenty of witches smarter than me," she said and he shook his head, silently laughing at her.
"Why dinnae ye learn aboot magic until ye were eleven if it's in yer ancestry?" He asked her.
"I can trace my magic back to at least eight generations of Squibs and that means they grow up without magic and marry muggles. If my Grandmother from eight generations ago didn't tell my Grandfather and her children about magic, the tale couldn't be passed onto the next generation."
"An' by the time ye were born neither af yer parents knew tha' magic existed, let alone tha' it's in yer bloodline," Oliver nodded.
"Exactly, my mother was a Squib as was my father," Hermione spoke, before they fell into a comfortable silence and she turned her eyes back to the sky, looking up at the clouds.
"So, can a ask ye a question?" Oliver asked.
"Sure, but it doesn't mean I'll answer," she replied and he snorted at her.
"Academics are important tae ye, so why aren't ye returning tae Hogwarts this year? Why aren't ye goin' back fer yer NEWTs?"
He was curious to see if she would answer him, since the last time he had asked her she'd changed the subject. He turned on his side, propping himself up on his elbow and supported his head with his hand as he looked down at her.
"To be honest, it wouldn't be the same. After seeing the damage done, all the deaths and the injuries, after all the suffering I went through over the years; it's tainted it for me. The magic and beauty I saw in Hogwarts whilst on the boat ride my first year, it's no longer there for me. Hogwarts was supposed to be my home, my safety, yet I suffered the most there due to the experiences I was forced to face. And I may have been able to return if it weren't for the fact I know that several of those in my year won't be returning either because they'd died. I know the fifth years and below will be fine, but the rest will know the sacrifices that were made."
He could understand her reasoning; he'd been at the Final Battle and he'd seen the aftermath and he left as soon as he could. He'd caught glimpses of Hermione running through the corridors and across the battle field as she threw spells in every direction to help those that were struggling. He'd caught sight of her duelling two Death Eaters at once, helping students that had gotten lost on the way to the dungeons, and fighting back to back with other Order members.
She'd even sent a Stunner to a Death Eater that had tried to attack him from behind. He'd been in a duel with a Death Eater when he suddenly heard a thud, and after getting the upper hand and tying the Death Eater up with an Incarcerous, he'd turned to look behind him, surprised to see a second Death Eater on the ground and unconscious. When he'd looked up it was to see Hermione's retreating back as she ran towards another Order member. Hermione Granger had saved his life. He doubted she'd even noticed whose life she had saved in the chaos, but she had still saved his life. That was one of the reasons he wasn't so opposed to getting her as a match when he'd first read her name on his letter from The Ministry.
"As for my NEWTs, I'm taking them out of school. Kingsley and Professor McGonagall have arranged for me to complete them at The Ministry in January."
"Anything else?" He asked, sensing that she was holding something back.
"Academics aren't as important to me as people believe they are," she admitted.
He didn't know how his jaw didn't hit the floor in surprise. "Whenever a saw ye 'round the castle ye always had yer nose stuck in a book an' I remember some af the seventh years complaining tha' ye had beaten them fer the best academic grades in the entire school."
"I did," she shrugged her shoulders like it was no big deal and he chuckled. "I was that way because I had to be, it was expected of me. I was a Muggleborn coming into a world I had only learned about two weeks prior to starting school; I was at a disadvantage to everyone else. I didn't want to be left behind; I didn't want to be a freak, like I was in my muggle school. And then Malfoy called me a 'Mudblood'..."
Oliver flinched at the reminder. He'd been there that day and he still couldn't believe the word had left the arrogant blonde's mouth.
"I had to prove I was just as good as him, regardless of blood, so I studied as much as I was able to. A few years later it was required of me to just know everything. Harry and Ron were always getting into trouble, we never had a quiet and normal school year and we were always in danger. I had to know everything and learn everything I could in case we needed it to help us survive. They relied on me and they put that pressure on me; I was the line between life and death and they weren't going to study, so it became my responsibility." He frowned at her words, she never should've been treated in such a way but he knew there was nothing he could do about it now, it was in the past. "After my first year, my parents discovered what happened and they tried to pull me out of Hogwarts, they wanted me to return to muggle schooling and live a life without magic."
"Really?" He asked, sounding horrified.
"Yes," she sighed. "Thankfully, Dumbledore was able to persuade them otherwise and they allowed me to stay in the Wizarding World, but they expected me to get perfect grades, which meant that I had to study all the time. I didn't have time for fun and laughter. My life revolved around appeasing my parents and keeping Harry and Ron alive. They changed though, my parents I mean."
"Hoo so?"
"They changed when we discovered the truth about my being a witch. They became more distant with me, they didn't let me talk about Hogwarts, magic or the Wizarding World when I was home from school. In our house it was taboo."
He felt him frowning in anger and disbelief. They stopped her from being who she was born to be.
"It wasn't their fault," she defended after seeing the look on his face. "They didn't understand magic so they did the only thing they could, they stopped me from talking about it and they unintentionally distanced themselves from me. I know they didn't mean to, it was just hard for them. They couldn't be involved in my life the way other parents could be, they were isolated from the Wizarding World and my magical life."
"What happened between ye an' yer parents?" He asked softly, knowing it was touchy subject with her, but he didn't want to push his luck. She was telling him a lot about her life, he knew there was far more to learn, but he was too curious not to ask.
"Not yet," she said sadly with her eyes closed. "I'm not ready to tell you yet."
"But ye will tell mae?"
"When I'm ready I'll tell you," she promised, and his mouth pulled into a small smile.
He watched her silently as the sun bathed her frame, her skin seeming to glow and her hair shining in its rays, showcasing several different shades of colour. She looked beautiful, completely relaxed in her surroundings with her eyes closed and her hair spread out on the blanket like a halo of curls. The more he learned, the more he wanted to know, and he knew that despite her protests, being married to her wouldn't actually be that bad; he was sure it would be interesting and he'd never be bored, she'd keep him on his toes.
"Do you want to go for a walk around the zoo?" She asked him.
"Aye, let's go see an' these strange muggle animals af yers," he replied.
She opened her eyes to see him looking down at her with a soft expression on his face and she felt her cheeks heat up. "What?"
He shook his head. "Nothing," he said amused and he sat up and pulled himself to his feet. Hermione slowly breathed out, not having realised she'd been holding her breath. She could've sworn he looked as though he were about to kiss her. Did she want him to? Would she let him?
Shaking her head, she quickly climbed to her feet and shoved the blanket back into her beaded bag without anyone noticing, before she picked up their empty food boxes and deposited them in a bin.
"I have something for you," she spoke and he raised an eyebrow as she dug around in her beaded bag and with a victorious look on her face, she pulled out a camera. He took it from her, chuckling. "It's a wizarding camera; I've placed an Illusion Charm on it so it appears muggle," she explained, as they slowly started on their journey.
They walked around the zoo, chatting comfortable, taking in the sights of the animals and with Oliver taking photos than she could keep up with. In the time they'd been walking they'd already seen the majority of the animals, Oliver being particularly interested in the penguins, lemurs and the aquarium, seeing animals he'd never heard of before. By the time they reached the lions and tigers they came to a large open wooden door.
"What's in there?" Oliver asked, gesturing by tipping his head towards it.
"Are you sure you don't mind getting wet?" She asked.
He felt his eyebrow rise questioningly and she wrapped her small hand around his wrist and dragged him inside. He wrinkled his nose at the strong smell of fish and she led him over to the benches, sitting down on the front row in the final two seats that were left, and they were just in time for the start of the sea lion show. Hermione yelled, clapped and laughed loudly encouraging the sea lion like the trainer asked the audience to do and Oliver found her actions amusing, but he did join in, too.
"Brace yourself," Hermione warned.
"Fer what?" He asked confused. A smirk pulled at her face in response. She knew something, he knew she did.
Before he knew it, the sea lion had jumped out of the water and touched a large red ball that was hanging in the air, before it landed in the water with a great splash, soaking everyone in the first three rows.
A loud gasp of surprise left him at the freezing cold temperature of the water, before he laughed in disbelief, turning to look at Hermione. She laughed loudly and pushed the wet hair that had fallen out of her bun, out of her face.
"So tha''s why ye wanted tae know?"
"Partially," she answered.
"There's something else?" He said surprised, not sure if he should be afraid or not.
"Always," she laughed.
When the show came to an end they applauded loudly and stayed behind to meet the sea lion; Oliver pulling the trainer into conversation and taking photos of Hermione and the sea lion hugging. Hermione was able to snap a photo of a surprised Oliver getting kissed by the sea lion and she thought it was hilarious, framing worthy and possible future blackmail material. After visiting the gift ship and putting everything sneakily into her bag, they moved away from the zoo and returned to the rides.
After going on the Waltzers and the Wild Mouse, they purchased copies of photos taken of them on the ride, before heading to the Terroriser. It had taken Hermione several minutes to coax Oliver into joining her on the ride and he hadn't enjoyed it one bit, yelling when they'd been held upside down for too long and when he slipped forward in his seat.
"Are you okay?" She asked amused as they stepped away from the ride.
"Tha' was the worst one yet," he muttered, leaning forward with his hands on his knees and his bowed as he breathed deeply.
She chuckled at him and rubbed her hand over his back comfortingly. He wasn't going to admit that he was playing it up a little. Don't get him wrong, that ride did make him feel ill but it had worn off ages ago, he was just enjoying her attention.
"How about something more tame?" She suggested and he nodded. "Let's go then," she said, walking off and making it so he had to run to catch up with her.
"This?" Oliver said in disbelief, as he grabbed a sack and carried it up the stairs.
"Yes, you wanted something tame," she replied, looking down at him over her shoulder before she ran up the rest of the stairs. He shook his head in amusement before chasing after her, and once they reached the top, they placed their sacks down and they sat on them.
"Last one to the bottom is a rotten egg!" She called childishly and pushed herself forward. Oliver snorted before doing the same and they raced down the slide.
Hermione reached the bottom first and she did a strange victory dance with her arms, and it had Oliver creased with laughter and unable to resist taking photos. She received strange and amused looks from the crowds as they walked past, and children laughed at her loudly.
"I win," she sang, repeating it several times. He snorted at her and she finally stopped with her victory dance. "Okay, we have about an hour and a half before the park closes and we still have a few more things we need to do, so, let's get a move on," she said, walking over to the game booths.
Hermione won a large tiger teddy that she would have to carry for the time being and Oliver had accidentally won a goldfish, which had Hermione laughing at him as he stared at the goldfish swimming in the bag strangely. After convince one of the game booth attendants to allow them to leave their prizes there until closing, they made a quick visit to the sweet shop, followed by the souvenir shop. When they'd finished, they had time for two more rides and Hermione walked them in the direction of the log flume and after using a queue jumper, they were soon sat in the front seat of the boat.
"Why are they wearin' those weird plastic things?" He whispered to Hermione and subtly nodded behind him to everyone who happened to be wearing rain coats.
"No reason," she said innocently. He narrowed his eyes at her and she looked at him with an innocent smile.
The ride began and he sat back enjoying the view as it took them around the park and past some of the zoo animals. After a while they went into a dark tunnel and up a steep ramp and he heard Hermione giggling beside him; he knew something was about to happen. And he was right.
The boat came to a stop and he could hear the rushing water beneath them and he could see a small patch of light up ahead. Suddenly the boat tipped forward and they went down a steep ramp, Oliver was unable to stop his yell of surprise whilst Hermione laughed loudly. When they reached the bottom, water splashed over the front and sides of the boat and they were soaked from head to toe, Hermione laughing to herself at his shocked expression as she pushed her wet hair out of her.
As they were nearing the platform they sailed beneath an overhead waterfall, wetting them even more before they were attacked by people stood on a bridge above them with water guns, and they seemed to be specifically aiming for Hermione and Oliver as they were the only ones who weren't wearing rain coats. When they finally reached the platform, they climbed out of the boat and made their way to the overhead bridge, standing by the railing.
"A cannae believe ye did tha' tae mae," he spoke.
She laughed. "I asked you if you were fine with getting wet," she reminded him.
She wrung out her shirt and then her vest top and he noticed that her clothing had some-what turned transparent and it clung to her frame, showing the curve of her breasts and her flat stomach. He cocked his head to the side, admiring the view before quickly averting his gaze when she looked up at him. Merlin, he'd almost been caught ogling her!
Deciding he should probably get some of the water out of his clothing, too, he mimicked her actions, wringing out his t-shirt out. It had gone transparent as it moulded to him, showing off his muscled arms, chest and stomach. From the corner of his eyes caught sight of Hermione blushing bright red and he felt an amused smirk pull at his mouth.
Whilst hi attention was on Hermione, he'd still noticed the glances he received from passing crowd members; feeling pleased at the way a scowl soon appeared on Hermione's face.
All of a sudden she started laughing and he raised an eyebrow questioningly. "What?" He asked. She was unable to get her words out. "What?" He chuckled.
She was able to finally calm herself down. "Your hair," she said, gesturing to it. "It's almost as bad as mine," she said, gesturing to her own and he chuckled. Most of it had fallen out of the bobble and it clung to her neck and face.
Reaching up, she took the rest of her hair out of the bobble and squeezed the water out of her hair, before she bent at the waist and flipped her hair over, shaking it out and then standing back up and pulling it into a loose pony tail. She stepped closing to him, reached up and pushed his hair away from his face and smoothed it out for him to make him look more presentable. His mouth twitched at the gesture and he refrained from leaning into her touch.
"Can you see now?" She asked amused and he chuckled.
"Aye, a can," he nodded.
She smiled at his answer as she climbed up onto the railing, purchasing herself on top of it, and he leaned against it standing beside her.
"So, have you had a good day?"
"Aye, a have," he answered honestly.
It was one of the best days he'd ever had in his life. He'd completely forgotten that they were on a date as to him it almost felt as though they were on a day out for a couple that had been together for years. He was comfortable around her; he didn't have to be Oliver Wood, Captain of Puddlemere. He didn't have to be the celebrity people expected him to be. He could just be himself, knowing that she wouldn't judge him. She'd tease him, but she wouldn't judge him. He trusted her and he found that it wasn't hard to do.
"So, you're glad you came with me today?"
"Aye, a am," he nodded.
"Even though you're soaked, injured, will likely have a sore throat from all that screaming you've been doing, and you almost threw up?" She said teasingly.
"Aye, given all tha', a'm glad ye brought mae here taday."
She tilted her head to the side and gave him a warm smile. He raised his hand and pushed some of the wet wisps of her hair behind her ear and he leaned forward, feeling that it was the perfect time to have their first kiss.
Just before his lips touched hers, he heard a noise and out of the corner of his eye he noticed a group of girls stood in front of him and Hermione. There were four of them; two with blonde hair and green eyes, one red head with blue eyes and one with black hair and blue eyes. He wasn't sure if he should've been surprised to see they were wearing tight and revealing clothing, but then he was used to it with fan girls throwing themselves at him and his team mates partners dressing in the same manner.
Oliver's annoyance was obvious as he pulled back from Hermione but making sure to stay close by her side, seeing that Hermione had a slight blush to her cheeks.
"Hi," one of the blondes purred, blatantly looking him up and down and her gaze lingering on his chest. "I'm Sarah, and you are?"
"Not interested," he replied without missing a beat. He wasn't interested and he saw no point in beating around the bush. Sometimes being blunt was the best option. Hermione sniggered at his response and his mouth twitched.
"Now, don't be like that handsome," the other blonde pouted, bringing her hand up to rest against his arm. "I'm Kayla," she introduced herself. Oliver looked down at her hand with a frown on his face.
"I suggest you remove your hand," Hermione spoke calmly.
"Why? What are you going to do?" She challenged, looking Hermione up and down and sniffing in dislike. "You must be related, his sister probably, I can't see any reason as to why he would be seen in public with you otherwise," she said nastily and the other girls laughed.
Oliver looked to Hermione and saw her rolling her eyes, seeming to be unphased by the cruel words said to her.
"I'm not his sister, you moronic bint," Hermione drawled. Oliver felt his mouth twitch when they looked outraged. "And I'm not going to do anything he's a big boy and he can fight his own battles. I just thought I'd be polite and help you preserve what little dignity you have, but if you want to go for it, be my guest. Don't mind me, just forget I'm here."
They looked at her confused. "What?"
"Get a move on, we don't have all day," she sighed, gesturing to Oliver with her hand.
"So, you never did tell us your name," Sarah turned her eyes to Oliver, giving him a coy smile.
"Tha's 'coz a'm not interested," he spoke, removing his arm from the grip the other blonde had on his arm.
"Why not?" She pouted. "She's obviously not with you, look at her," she waved a hand towards Hermione and the others sniggered.
Oliver looked to Hermione, seeing her rubbing at her temples with her eyes closed and an annoyed look on her face. He planned on defending her, but Sarah spoke before he had the chance to.
"So, you wanna get out of here?" She asked him.
"A really don', not with ye at least," he replied.
"You're not the brightest light bulb are you?" Hermione sighed and she cocked her head to the side thoughtfully. Despite not understanding what she'd said, he got the feeling she'd somehow insulted the group of girls and he felt his mouth twitch in amusement. Hermione turned her attention away from the girls and to him. "We have time for one more ride before closing, do you want to go for it or head home now?" She asked.
"Let's go fer it," he replied, ignoring the gathered group of girls surrounding them and holding his hand out to her so he could help her climb down from the railing she was perched on.
"Okay, it's this way," she said, removing her hand from his and walking off. He frowned slightly before shaking his head and moving to follow after her.
"Why are you with her? She's not even the slightest bit pretty."
Oliver stopped in his steps at hearing the spoken words and he had to force down his anger at hearing Hermione being insulted when she wasn't even there to defend herself. Looking over his shoulder, the gathered group of girls took a slight step back at the less than pleased look on his face.
"The woman yer insultin' if me future wife. She's beautiful an' selfless an' intelligent. Each day a spend with her a feel more grateful tha' it's mae she's marrying an' not someone else. A'm assuming yer insultin' her 'coz ye feel embarrassed," he spoke, pointedly looking them up and down. They could've been pretty if it weren't for the overdone make-up and tight, revealing clothing. "An' if yer don', ye should." They all gasped at his words. "This is a family place an' a feel sorry fer the poor bairns tha' will be scarred fer life after gettin' an eyeful from the lot af ye," he spoke, and feeling much better about taking them down a notch, he turned and walked away, quickly catching up to Hermione.
Soon enough they came to a stop at the Ferris Wheel, climbed into one of the carriages and waited until the ride began. Not long later they came to a stop at the top, allowing them the chance to look out of the view of the theme park and the countryside that surrounded them.
"I'm sorry about those girls," Hermione apologised. "I tried to convince you that muggles were good people, but I should've warned you that even the Muggle World has people like Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy. I thought that if I brought you here, you could have a fun day to enjoy yourself without having to worry about being bothered by the public or the press."
"A have had fun an' a have enjoyed meself; watching ye insult those girls was the highlight af the day," he replied, amusement in his tone. She shook her head at him and chuckled.
"So, would you considering coming to the Muggle World with me again?"
"Where would ye take mae?" He asked curiously.
"Anywhere you'd like to go. We have water parks which are essentially similar to this, only their rides and attractions revolve around water. And we have zoos, the one here is tiny compared to others. Or we could go to the beach or for a tour of a city or town and see the sights and landmarks. We could play crazy golf or go go-karting, and there's plenty of muggle sports I could introduce you to."
"There's more than one?" He asked intrigued.
She nodded. "There's too many to count: football, rugby, basketball, baseball, hockey, dodgeball, skiing, ice hockey, ice skating, netball, volley-ball, kick rounders, bat rounders, tennis, badminton and they're just the ones I can think of off the top of my head. There's plenty of things to do in the Muggle World. I mean, look at everything you've done today, you've have your first visit to the Muggle World, your first ride on a roller coaster and water ride. You've been on the Ferris Wheel," she patted the safety bar, And no theme park experience is complete without it. You've been introduced to animals you didn't even know existed, and different foods, beverages and sweets. You've been hit on by your first group of muggle girls," she teased, nudging him with her shoulder and chuckling at his scowl. "And you've played fairground games and won your first goldfish, speaking of which, what are you going to name it?"
"A dunno," he had a thoughtful look on his face. "Fishy?" Hermione shook her head. "Tuna?" She shook her head again. "Goldie?"
She laughed at him." You're terrible at this," she spoke, her mouth pulling into a smile the mock look of hurt that crossed his face. "How about Puddle?" She suggested. "It's short for Puddlemere."
"Puddle it is," he grinned in agreement.
"We'll have to make a detour on the way back and get you some things for the fish," she said and he nodded.
"Ye dinnae even flinch when those girls were bein' mean tae ye," he commented, changing the subject.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Unfortunately, I'm used to it; all the mean comments and bullying. It doesn't affect me anymore, it just bounces right off," she gave him a sad smile.
"They shouldn't have been so awful towards ye," he frowned.
"But they were, and people do say things about me all the time, I've gotten used to it and you should just ignore it. We both know it's only going to get worse. I imagine the papers are going to be rather unkind, they'll likely slander me when they discover I'm your match, and if it's Rita Skeeter, she'll make me out to be the one at fault; she hates me."
"Do ye believe it, the things people say about ye?"
"Sometimes I do, I'm not blind, I know I'm not overly pretty like other witches. I know I'm bossy and insufferable."
"Ye shouldn't say tha' aboot yerself, ye shouldn't believe it,"
"It's kind of hard not to when you've been put down most of your life."
"By whom?" He asked, anger breaking through into his tone.
"Everyone from the Muggle School I used to attend; they didn't like me since I was smarter and more mature than they were, but that wasn't my fault. I was forced to grow up early as my parents were always working. I was bullied for my big hair and for the strange things that always seemed to happen around me. When I started Hogwarts I met Malfoy and the Slytherins, surprisingly, Ron was the worst; he never failed to insult me in some way. He was particularly relentless during my fourth year."
"What happened yer fourth year?"
"He found out I was dating Viktor Krum," she shrugged her shoulder.
"Wait, what? Ye dated Viktor Krum?" He said in disbelief. "As in The Viktor Krum?" He couldn't believe she'd dated the most famous seeker in the world.
"Yes, I dated him. He said I was different from other girls; I didn't throw myself at him, in fact, I pretty much ignored him until he asked for my help looking for a specific book in the library and before I knew it, we were dating. We didn't stay together long, we broke up before he went back to Bulgaria. Our relationship was all over the papers thanks to Skeeter, you didn't notice?"
"Naw, a did, a jus' thought they were lies 'coz a knew ye would never date Harry, so a assumed it was the same with Krum. Why did ye break up?"
"I was barely fifteen and he was eighteen. He wanted things from me that I couldn't give to him, and I couldn't give him all of my attention like he wanted me to. I was too focused on Harry, trying to help him survive the tournament."
"An' when ye say he wanted things from ye?" He asked slowly, a strange look crossing his face.
"I mean exactly what you think I do. He tried to pressure me into having sex with him, but I couldn't and wouldn't give him what he wanted. In the end he got bored of me saying no, so he cheated on me, admitted what he'd done and then broke up with me. But that's not what bothered me. What bothered me was that Ron was right. He told me that Viktor was using me, that he only wanted one thing from me and he was right. By dating me, Viktor not only distracted Harry but he had access to my knowledge and he knew that I was loyal, so I wouldn't betray him; I ended up in the hospital wing for Merlin's sake, because I was attacked by one of his fan girls. But Viktor soon showed his true colours. I should've known though, it was obvious that he was using me, his status and looks compared to mine," she sighed and shook her head.
Oliver felt himself bristle at her words, he felt fury flood through him. How could someone treat her in such a way? And whilst he was angry at Krum, he felt even worse in listening to the way she put herself down.
"Hey," he nudged her shoulder gently. "Yer beautiful no matter what anyone says."
"That's sweet of you to say," she looked to him with a sad smile. "But you have to say that; you're marrying me and you're afraid I'll kill you in your sleep," she joked, before looking away from him.
He gently tucked him hand under her chin and angled her head so she was looking at him and before either of them knew it, Oliver leaned in and kissed her, pressing his lips against hers softly and pulling back to see her surprised expression and wide eyes.
"Yer beautiful, an' ye don' need make-up an' tight, expensive clothing tae be so. Yer selfless an' kind, caring an' terrifyingly smart. A only officially met ye a week ago an' even a can see those qualities in ye. Yer beautiful inside an' oot, ye jus' don' see it 'coz yer tae harsh on yerself."
"I'm not..."
He cut off her protest by pressing his lips against hers, applying more pressure when she didn't respond due to her surprise. When she seemed to gain her bearings, they moved their mouths slowly and gently against the others, his hand moving to cup her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin and lips. He was tempted to reach out with his tongue and explore more of her mouth, but not wanting to scare her, he didn't. When they felt the carriage come to a stop, they pulled back from each other, seeing they were almost back on the ground.
"Right, well," Hermione said, clearing her throat nervously with a blush to her cheeks, amusing him. "It's almost closing time so we better collect our thing and head back."
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Muggle London
After collecting their belongings, they soon apparated back to Muggle London and were able to find a pet shop that was still open. As Hermione stepped inside, Oliver followed behind her, his eyes taking in the displays, items for sale on the strange looking small animals that were kept in tanks and cages; he only recognised the rabbits, rats and birds.
"You need a fish bowl or tank, some fake plants or decoration, some pebbles or gravel, fish food and we should probably get you another fish, too, so Puddle has a companion."
She pulled him towards the back of the shop where the large tanks of fish where displayed and they looked around before Hermione found an employee and they told him what fish they wanted. Seeing as Puddle was an all orange goldfish, Oliver choose silver and orange goldfish so he would be able to tell them apart, and because he couldn't resist, he choose another goldfish, this one orange and silver with black speckles.
"You need names," Hermione told him, as they wandered the shop getting what they needed.
"Ye can pick since yer better at it than a am," he chuckled.
"The one with black speckles is Captain, and the other one can be Woody."
"So yer named them after me team, me status an' me name," he said amused.
"I like them," she shrugged her shoulders.
After picking enough fish food to last a few months, some ornaments for decoration and some blue, yellow and white gravel, they took everything to the counter to be paid for, before heading back to Diagon Alley.
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Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
They floo'd into the flat through The Leaky Cauldron, seeing it to be empty and after walking into the kitchen, Hermione found a note on the table.
Mia,
We've gone to The Burrow for dinner, we'll tell Mum that you can't make it, but if you get back in time floo over. We'll see you later.
-F&G
"The twins are at The Burrow, it's Sunday and everyone goes for dinner," she explained.
After removing the contents from the bags, she removed the lid from the glass tank that was far too big for three small fish, but Oliver had insisted that he wanted that specific tank. When she learned that the goldfish were his first pet, she dropped the subject, shaking her head with a laugh.
She made quick work of putting the coloured gravel in to the tank, transfiguring a Hogwarts-like castle from one of the ornaments and putting the fake plants into the tank, a with a little spell work, she was able to transfigure some Quidditch hoops. Using her wand she quickly cast an Aquamenti and filled the tank with water before stepping back to see the final product. Oliver grinned to himself, seeing that the Quidditch theme suited him perfectly.
"Why'd ye do tha' an' not jus' put them straight in?" He asked confused, gesturing to the bags that housed the goldfish bobbing about in the water.
"To allow them time to adapt to the temperature of the water, seeing the temperature in the tank is colder than the temperature of the water in the bags. If we just put the fish straight in the tank, there's a chance of them going into shock and dying," she explained. "Do you know where you're going to put this? It's rather big," she commented. And it was. It was almost four feet in length, three feet in width and four feet in height. She couldn't believe she'd allowed the shop owner to talk Oliver into buying a tank that big for three tiny goldfish, but he wouldn't be swayed.
"Aye, a know the perfect place. An' ye heard the owner, the tank has tae be big 'coz goldfish can grow up tae twelve inches in size. They need their space an' a can always add tae me growing collection," he grinned and Hermione snorted at him.
"You'll have to be careful with that as fish can become territorial and if you go about it the wrong way, they may fight and injure themselves, but you can only have fresh water fish in this tank," she informed him.
Picking up the remaining bags of gravel and ornaments, she placed them all into a single bag before removing Oliver's wand and jacket from her beaded bag and handing them back to him.
"It's not difficult, is it?" She asked, moving to sit next him at the kitchen table.
"What isnae?"
"Going without magic,"
He frowned slightly. "A suppose not, a mean, a know we talked aboot magic but a never once thought aboot me wand an' needing tae use it," he said honestly and Hermione smiled.
"Well, they've had long enough so let's get them into their new home," Hermione said and Oliver looked like a child on Christmas.
She carefully opened the bags and waited for the fish to swim into their new accommodations before putting the empty bags in the bin. When she returned to the table, she chuckled at Oliver as he watched the fish, being enraptured by their behaviour.
"A think they like it," he beamed excitedly and watching as the fish swam through the Quidditch hoops and castle. Chuckling at him, she noticed Puddle nudging at the gravel.
"I think it's time to feed them, Puddle's looking for food."
She removed the fish food from the bag and handed it to Oliver, showing him how much to feed them, and he put it in the water and watched as they swam to the food, eating it greedily.
"They only need feeing once a day and preferably around the same time to give them a schedule. You finish training at six o'clock, right?"
"Aye, a get home not long after," he answered.
"Well, it's around six o'clock now, that's perfect then. When you arrive home from training you feed them before you do anything else. The water should be given a partial change at least once a week and the tank should be given a full clean every few weeks to keep the fish healthy." Oliver nodded at her. "You're going to need some help getting this home, it weighs more than I do," she said, gesturing to tank and laughing.
He felt that it was the perfect time to bring up her weight situation when he heard her stomach rumble and he laughed at her embarrassed expression.
"Sorry," she mumbled. "It's been a busy day and I can't be bothered cooking," she groaned, before catching sight of the note. "Are you hungry?" He nodded in response. "Do you want to come to The Burrow for dinner? They should be sitting down any minute now."
"They won't mind?"
Hermione snorted. "No, Mrs. Weasley will be ecstatic to meet you and she cooks enough food to feed a small army. She'll give you leftovers to take home that'll last you a week," she said fondly and he chuckled. "But I'll ask them anyway."
Reaching for her wand she muttered, "Expecto Patronum."
She cast the spell effortlessly and Oliver watched amazed as a large and majestic blue lion stood in front of her, waiting for instructions. Hermione reach out and ran her fingers through the lion's mane and he nuzzled at her hand, making her laugh.
"You can pet him, he won't hurt you," she told him.
Oliver blinked and slowly lifted his hand and scratched the lion's head. He flinched when the lion leaned into his touch, having thought he was going to hurt him, but he soon relaxed when the lion licked his hand and made a purring sound.
Hermione smiled widely. "He likes you," she said proudly and Oliver sat up straight and puffed out his chest, as Hermione sent the lion off to The Burrow and they waited for a reply, which came in the form of a coyote.
"Mia, mum said it's fine, she can't wait to interrogate, OW..." Hermione chuckled, knowing the interruption was Mrs. Weasley hitting her son on the arm with a wooden spoon. "I mean meet your future husband. We're just sitting down now so you better hurry before Charlie eats everything – OW!"
She snorted as the coyote disappeared in a cloud of mist. "See? Everything's fine."
"Whose patronus was tha'?" He asked intrigued.
"Fred's," she answered. "And we better go, we're going to have to carry the tank, we can't shrink it down as the magic may harm the fish. I just hope it fits in the floo."
"Yer've got someone wanting tae get in," Oliver said, gesturing to the kitched window with a tilt of his head.
Frowning, Hermione retrieved an owl treat from the counter, walked over to the window and retrieved the letter, reading it out aloud.
Miss. Granger,
Here, at The Ministry, it has come to our attention that yourself and your Ministry match, Oliver Wood, have yet to notify The Ministry of your intended wedding date. This is in direct violation of the regulations of the Marriage Act and action will be taken if this situation is not rectified by business hours on Monday.
"It's only been a week," she sighed in annoyance, before throwing the letter in the bin.
"It's like ye said, they're gunna put our marriage on a pedestal fer a-body tae see, they want tha' tae happen as soon possible."
"We'll speak with Mrs. Weasley, she's already planning Percy's wedding so she'll be able to help us pick out a date. What about your mother? Does she want to help with the planning?"
He shrugged. "A would assume so."
"I'll have Mrs. Weasley correspond with her through owls. Do you want to help with the planning?"
He scoffed at her. "Not a chance, why would a want tae do tha'?"
"If I have to suffer then so do you," she said seriously and he smirked at her.
"A'body knows the groom shouldn't be involved in the planning af a wedding. A leave ev'rything in yer capable hands."
"Oh, how very gracious of you," she snarked. He chuckled at her. "And I'll leave everything in the capable hands of Mrs. Weasley." He laughed at her. "You know, maybe the twins should plan the wedding," she said thoughtfully, tapping her finger against her chin.
"Naw thanks, a'd prefer the food tae stay food an' not turn intae flobberworms," he commented.
"They've never done that before, thanks for the idea," she said grinning and he rolled his eyes. "Alright then, let's go before there's no food left."