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| Once opon a time, in a land not too far away, there lived a family of pureblooded wizards.
The father, Lucius, was very worried about his son, in a very selfish and unworried way. Draco Malfoy was almost 20, and he had yet to be wed to a respectable, pure-blooded witch. So Lucius and his wife Narcissa decided to take it opon themselves to find Draco a wife. The only condition was that she had to be a REAL pureblood.
A summon was sent out throughout the wizarding world, and soon hordes of women were lined up for miles outside Malfoy Manor. Draco was, in fact, very sought after and desirable. But the problem was sorting the good ones from the bad ones, the fakes from the REAL purebloods.
Many women were quickly sent home in tears. One woman named Harryina, with glasses, a scar, and long blonde hair that looked like a wig, was particularly disheartened. Soon it was narrowed down to three very promising looking witches.
One was very gorgeous. She was tall and busty, with long, layered red hair, thick lashes and an almost dangerously low-cut black dress. Draco liked this one very much, and Lucius had to slap his hand every time he got to close. This one's name was Virginia.
The second was a blonde who seemed very attracted to Draco, though she was not as attractive as Virginia. She had, long, curly blonde hair, a turned-up nose, and she kept flicking her tongue at Draco while giving him hopeful glances. She also wore a low cut dress, though hers was pink. This one's name was Pansy.
The last was not as pretty as the others, but she was still nice-looking. She had very thick, wild chesnut hair that she kept pulled back, and wore an average-at-best, modest blue gown. She was very intelligent though, and performed all her Charms and Transfigurations and everything better than the other too combined, which Lucius and Narcissa considered a great indicator of being a REAL pureblood. This one's name was Hermione.
As Draco stared at all the beautiful women, licking his lips, Narcissa examined the young ladies. After looking every one of them up and down, she gave a compacent smile. "Very well. You all *look* good enough. And you all have performed your spells and things well. But there is one final test, and it will determine whether or not you wed my son."
That night they ate a delicious dinner. Ginny sat on one side of Draco, and kept running her foot up and down his leg, which Draco didn't mind at all. Pansy sat on the other side of him. She was glaring at Ginny.
Hermione seemed to be the only one actually concentrating on something other than Draco's devastatingly handsome good looks.
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| "Marry me."
Ginny stared with wide eyes at the glittering diamond before her. It was small, not at all showy, on a plain silver band. A small sapphire sat on either side. Ginny looked up at Draco, suddenly aware her cheeks were wet and she was shaking. "But you...but you said..." She gasped for air. "You said that this was a closet relationship...that we could never..."
Draco stopped her talking with a kiss. Ginny shut up, melting into him, grabbing for him, and then just hugging him, her tears wetting Draco's robes. "I did say that," Draco said slowly, "And when I said it...I meant it. But...now..." He stood back, holding Ginny's hands, and smiled. "At the risk of sounding extremely out of character, I can't live without you Virginia Weasley. So what's your answer?"
Ginny didn't have to even think. "The answer is yes, you crazy boy!" She squeeled, and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She then pressed her lips against his passionately, running her hands through his hair like he would disapear if she went a second without touching him. Draco took her hand, and slowly slipped the ring on her slender finger. He kissed her lips softly, then nuzzled the back of her neck, murmering sweet nothings to her.
Ginny suddenly leaned over, and whispered something into his ear. Draco's eyes widened. "Are you sure?" he mouthed. Ginny nodded, smiling seductively. She climbed out of his arms and took his hand, pulling him into the bedroom.
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"What are you so happy about, Gin? You have a good shag last night?"
Parvati Patil's eyes widened when she saw Ginny's downcast eyes and obvious blushing. "Oh my Lord. It can't be true. Virginal
Virginia had *sex*?"
Ginny started giggling, and her roommate sat down next to her at the kitchen table. "Spill. Tell me everything? When? Where? WHO? Was it some kind of alcohol-induced, skanky one-night stand with a mysterious stranger? Because Ginny, last time I checked you were not dating anyone."
Ginny looked down at her coffee cup, giddy and ashamed at the same time. "Actually...I have been seeing someone..."
Parvati's jaw dropped. "And you didn't tell?! But I'm you're roommate! We're supposed to share all our secrets, and help each other with problems and- well, thats it. You're officially dropped out of the Parvati Patil gossip ring." She grabbed Ginny's wrists playfully. "Tell, girl! I know now! And theres no *way* you're ever getting out of this apartment without giving up all the details."
Ginny sighed. "Fine. But you'll understand real quick why I've had to keep him a total secret. Okay. Give me your worst."
"First..." Parvati said slowly, a mischievious gleam in her eye, "I need to know...how long has this been going on behind my back?!"
Ginny laughed nervously. "Um...a year..."
Parvati's jaw dropped.
"...and a half."
"WHAT?!" Parvati jumped up. "You mean to tell me that *you*, Virginia Anne Weasley, aka The-Girl-Who-Couldn't-Even-Keep-It-A- Secret-When-We-Were-Throwing-A-Surprise-Engagement-Party-For-Her-Brother-And-Hermione has had a secret love affair for a year and a half?!"
Ginny gulped. "Um...pretty much. And we're...engaged. Since last night."
"WHAT?!" Parvati started screaming, and she grabbed Ginny's hands and pulled her up, and they twirled around the living room until they fell on the couch. "This is great..." Parvati said, "We'll plan a huge wedding, and a great honeymoon and...wait! You have yet to tell me the identity of Mr. Wonderful!"
Ginny smiled, deliriously happy. She let her head fall back over the side of the couch. "Well...you have to guess. I'm not divulging my innermost secrets so easily."
Parvati sat up on her knees, pushing her long black hair from her face. "Okay, okay...um...did he go to school with us?"
"Yes."
Parvati grinned. "Hm...your year?"
"No."
"Mine?"
Ginny sat up, looking into her face and scowled. "...yes."
"Ha!" Parvati shouted, "Harry Potter! You're engaged to Harry Potter!"
"NO!" Ginny laughed. "Are you insane? Harry is GAY!"
"Shut up," Parvati said, grinning, "I can't stop dreaming that he's incredibly straight and incredibly available."
Ginny rolled her eyes, standing up and walking over to the refridgerator. She wore blue plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt, her long, waist length red hair down and unbrushed. "Keep guessing," she said in a sing-song voice, grabbing a Vanilla Frappechino.
"Um...Seamus Finnegan."
"No."
"Neville Longbottom."
"NO!"
"Dean Thomas."
"No. My guy's not a Gryffindor, Par."
"Oh...well, obviously." Parvati grabbed some pink nail polish and started to do her toes. "The only other left in my year was Ron Weasley and I hope to God you're not marrying him!"
Ginny threw a pillow at her.
"Hey! You're messing me up!" Parvati tossed the pillow on the floor. "Hmm...Ernie Macmillan."
"Ahem...certainly not. In fact, I hear old Ernie is now Erica Macmillan."
"WHAT?! How do you learn all this, Gin?! I'm supposed to be the Gossip Queen!"
Laughing, Ginny sat back down on the couch. "Its Draco Malfoy."
Parvati was staring intently at her feet and thinking. "Hmm...theres Anthony Goldstein...oh, what about Justin Finch-Fletchly..."
"Parvati. I said it was Draco Malfoy."
"There was a guy named Way-...WHAT?!"
Ginny grabbed a pillow, and buried her face into it, giggling. "Draco!" she shouted, although muffled under the pillow it sounded very much like 'Dmurker'.
Parvati grabbed the pillow and threw it across the room, knocking over a vase. Ginny shrieked, and started to run over to it, but Parvati grabbed her arm. "Do. Not. Move. Do you mean to tell me you are marrying the epitomy of evil Slytherins himself, Draco Malfoy?!"
"He is *not* evil, Parvati! He's...changed. He's sweet, in his own, weird, Draco-way. Not mushy-gushy, but definately romantic. And charming..." Ginny blushed. "Its all very Romeo and Juliet."
Parvati narrowed her eyes at Ginny, took her hand, and inspected the engagement ring. "Well...this is a rather decent looking rock, though I'm sure he could afford better, with all that old money of his. And he's very, very good-looking..." She smiled, and tapped one hand on the top of Ginny's head. "I give you my blessing, my child." They both laughed.
Parvati stood up, and picked a notepad of the desk. "We need to plan out your wedding," she said eagerly, picking up a pen, "You are going to be a princess, princess."
Ginny put up her hand. "Actually...Draco and I were planning on...eloping." Parvati's jaw dropped. "Its easier!" Ginny explained quickly, "I mean...think about it. Draco+My Family(especially Ron)= big catastrophe. The wedding would be horrible, and someone would probably get hurt in the process...But. I want you to come to my our little wedding, since you already know. Its going to be in tommorow night. In Verona. Because that's where Romeo and Juliet...well, we thought it was romantic-"
"Tommorow?" Parvati interrupted, staring into her friend's eyes. "Are you sure? You don't want to be rushing into things like this."
Ginny bit her lip. "Parvati...I've never been more sure about anything."
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| Okay. I'm writing this fic for Schnoogle, but I'm going to put it here until its done. I'm waiting until its finished and edited more before I try for Schnoogle.
I'm usually not an OC person, but this is a little kid OC, and I'm a sucker for Daddy!Harry ever since I read Lessons For Life on the Sugarquill. *squee*
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A twig cracked.
It was late autumn, and Harry was at the one place he never thought he'd be. Malfoy Manor. He tugged his cloak closer to him as the cold wind blew up dead leaves around his feet. Draco Malfoy was in Azkaban. He had been drug from his home five days before, on charges of Death Eater involvement, murder, and Muggle torture. They had found a two dead muggles in the house, not to mention countless incriminating documents.
Now it was Harry Potter's job to re-search his house. He was a bit scared about what he might find. Draco Malfoy was a frightening person, and Harry didn't even want to think of the secrets that dwelled in his home.
"Alohomora," he whispered, pointing his wand at the door, his breath visible in the cold air. The wards had been removed on the house a few days before. He pushed on the door and it creaked eerily, ominous of what was to come.
The manor was just as Harry had imagined it: dark, dreary, dusty, and foreboding. Every foorstep echoed down the long corridor. More than once Harry thought someone was following him. He came to a room at the end of the hall, and entered.
It was obviously Draco Malfoy's study. Nothing had been moved since his captured a few days before. Papers were scattered all over the floor; a vase was smashed. Harry had leaned over the pick up the papers when he heard footsteps above him. He dropped the papers and ran to the stairs.
Harry walked up them slowly, wand out. He heard voices down the corridor. It sounded like a female...he tiptoed up to the final door, and quietly pushed it opon.
On the floor sat a pale, gaunt little girl wearing big, black adult robes that draped over her like a sheet. Wispy, white-blonde curls framed her sickly looking face. She sat next a small play table set for a tea party, and was talking to a frightening-looking stuffed dead raven. "More tea, Ms. Alexandre? Just one more cup. Daddy is suppose to arrive soon...you know how he can be late sometimes..."
Harry gaped at her in horror. She was quite horrifying, her lips terribly chapped and so skinny you could see her bones. He had to do something.
"Hello?" he said, in little more than a whisper.
The little girl took one look at him, and suddenly she started screaming.
Harry had *never* heard anything so loud. She screamed even louder than the portrait of Mrs. Black in Grimmauld Place. He didn't know what to do. He just stood there, watching her scream, and she kept screaming.
The howling in the other wise eerily quiet house felt strange and weird, and Harry wanted it to stop. He clapped his hand over her mouth, and she tried to bite him. She *did* bite him.
"Jesus *Christ*!" Harry shouted, jumping back, "What are you, a bloody vampire?!"
The girl hissed and bared her teeth.
"Well..." Harry said, a bit uncomfortable. He wasn't really good with kids; anytime he tried to hold Ron and Hermione's baby the poor child burst into tears. "Well..." he started again, "Who are you?"
The girl stared at him, tilting her head sideways at bit. "Who are you?"
Well, at least she was speaking now. Maybe if Harry divulged some information about himself to girl would open up.
"My name is Harry Potter. I-"
"No!!!" Whatever Harry had thought telling her who he was would do, this certainly wasn't it. The girl started screaming again, and then she ran to her bed, and started to climb up the bedpost. Harry made a mad grab for her, but soon she was right up next to the ceiling, screaming.
"Go away!" she screamed, "Get away! You're not taking me away, you evil, evil son of a Mudblood!"
Harry felt his fist clench just to hear his deceased mother called that, but she was only a child. *I must remember to punch Malfoy next time I see him,* he thought angrily. It sounded like something he'd tell his child, if this was his child.
"I don't want to hurt you!" Harry called out, "But you can't stay here alone!"
"I'm *not* alone! I have my Daddy! He's coming back any minute!"
"No he's not."
"HOW DO YOU KNOW?! HE IS!!!"
"Draco Malfoy is in Azkaban."
There was a long silence. Harry looked up. The little girl had wrapped herself up in her bed's canopy, and she was crying. "Azkaban..." she whispered, "What is that?"
Harry's heart ached for the child. "Azkaban is the prison. And you can't stay here all alone."
A few minutes passed. Then, slowly, the girl climbed down. She smoothed out her giant robes, stuck up her chin primly, and began to speak. "My name is Lucia Priscilla Fortunata Malfoy. I am five."
So it was Malfoy's child. Harry inspected her. She had been left alone for only five days, but she looked like she had been left alone a lot longer than that. *He's obviously a neglectful father...not that I'm surprised or anything...*
"Lucia. Do you have a m-"
"Excuse me? You will address me as Miss Malfoy at all times!"
"What?!"
Lucia looked at him disdainfully. "*I* am a pureblood. You are *not*. I am superior to you. You will call me Miss Malfoy."
Harry didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was sad that she was being taught to think like this, but still very funny to see this little tiny thing boss him around like she was the Queen herself.
Harry settled on a warm smile. "Miss Malfoy..." he said carefully, "Do you have anyone? I mean...a mother or-"
"My mother is dead."
"I'm sorry."
Lucia shook her head. "I don't want your pity. My mother has been dead for four years. I never knew her."
"Oh..." Harry stared at this harsh, strange little girl. She was so tiny yet spoke with the voice of one years older. The fact that she had no mother did not seem to bother her in the least. "My mother also died when I was one." Harry did not know why he was telling her this. "I never knew her, but I miss her all the time."
"The Mudblood..." Lucia said softly, almost like she didn't realize what she was saying was such a derrogatory term. She probably didn't. The way Malfoy probably threw around that word... Lucia stared up at Harry, her pale, brilliant greyblue eyes questioning. "How can you miss someone you never knew?"
Harry sat down on the edge of the large, magnificent canopy bed. "Well...she was my mother. Theres a connection between parents and their children. Unconditional love..." Lucia just stared at him, blank. Harry tried to think how to explain it. "Its just...there was no one, no one who really loved me in my childhood, and a mother, or father, for that matter..."
"Parents don't always love their children."
Lucia stood there defiantly. "Some parents are mean to their children, and don't ever say they love them," she said matter-of-factly, "Some...some forget they have children at all."
Harry nodded sadly. "Yes...that is true also. Some people shouldn't be parents."
Lucia sat down next to Harry. "I've decided I will let you take me whereever you are going to take me. I'm tired of staying here alone and...I'm hungry."
Harry nodded. He offered the little girl his hand, but she just looked at his it for a few seconds, gave a small laugh, and walked out of the room.
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They Flooed to Harry's house.
He didn't live in a big house-it was a cute little two bedroom thing on the edge of Hogsmeade with white paneling and a grassy yard. Lucia looked at it with automatic distaste.
"Your house is *small*."
Harry paused and looked at it. Yes, he supposed, his house was quite tiny in comparison to the Malfoy's castle-like estate. But he was bachelor, living alone, so it was just right for him.
Harry pushed his hair from his face and unlocked the front door. "Well...this is it," Harry said, pushing some books off the couch so Lucia could sit down, "I'll go make you something to-hey! Firebolt! No!"
Lucia took one look at the collie bounding toward her and let out the terrible scream of hers again. She stood up on the sofa and started doing a frightened, jumping sort of dance. This was dangerous enough when not combined with the fact she was wearing robes ten sizes to big for her. Her foot caught and she went flying foreward, her head hitting the coffee table with a resounding CRACK.
Lucia sat up, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open. She raised her hand slowly to her forehead. When she brought it down again it was warm, red and wet. She burst into tears. Harry ran over, but when he tried to touch her forehead, Lucia screamed harder and started slapping at him.
"Don't touch me! Don't touch me, don't touch me, don't TOUCH me!!!"
Harry tried to pull her flailing arms down. "Lu-Miss Malfoy, I can't help you unless you stop hitting me!"
"Go AWAY!"
"I can't help you if I go away! Listen, I just want to fix up your he-OWWW! Little vampire!"
Lucia had bitten him again. Harder this time. Enough to draw blood.
"Great," Harry said, managing to grab the howling Lucia around the waist, "Now we're both bleeding. Come on. I want to bandage your he-stop dragging your feet!"
After he had finally gotten her into bathroom, he let go of her. Lucia fell dramatically in a heap on the floor. Harry stared at her, allowing himself a small smile as he rummaged through the cabinets looking for a first aid kit. It was times like this he wished he had learned more medical spells, but he had never really bothered. It never really entered his mind that maybe Malfoy's daughter would crack her head on his coffee table.
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They ate lunch in silence. Lucia sniffled and touched her head every few bites, and Harry didn't feel like saying anything that might provoke another screaming/biting incident. Afterwards Lucia went to the spare room for a lie down, and Harry had some time to think.
Well. He had Malfoy's daughter in his
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| This ought to be fun.
One-shots are more my thing than long, Schnoogle-worthy things, so this will be quite a bit easier. And Remus/Sirius, of course, is my OTP. Long live the puppies!
Disclaimer: JKR owns stuff and I don't.
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"...and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn't seem to have noticed."
~ Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
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Sirius Black was very much aware of Alison Moonberry casting anamored glances in his direction, but was purposely ignoring her.
Sirius had made it perfectly clear to Alison that he wasn't interested in her, and had also gave her some very not-so-subtle hints that he wasn't interested in any *her* at all. Not that she took any of them. No, she still sat there, sighing wistfully while staring at the back of his head. So Sirius pretended she wasn't there.
Sirius instead let his eyes wander over to Remus. Tipping back his chair, he smirked at his boyfriend. Remus gave a small, confident smile.
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| "Harry, have you seen my cigarettes?"
Ron opened the door to his roommate's bedroom as he asked this, and was immediatly greeted with a sight he didn't want to see. Harry and Malfoy, both fully undressed, all over each other on the floor. Ron slammed the door shut and leaned against it, squeezing his eyes shut tightly.
"Ron!" Harry shouted from inside the room, "What did I tell you about barging in here when I was fucking?"
"Don't," Ron said in an embarressed voice. A few minutes later Harry and Draco came put. Harry had on jeans and faded navy t-shirt, but Malfoy ('Being as obnoxious and as flamboyently gay as he was,' Ron thought) was wearing tight, tight black leather pants and deep red fishnet top that cut off above his glittery, tanned stomach. He had make-up on, and his arm around Harry.
Ron grabbed his wallet and shoved it in his jean pocket. "I'm going down to the store to buy some cigarettes," he told Harry, "Want me to pick up anything?"
"Cigarettes?" Malfoy interrupted rudely, "Why, don't you know that smoking is hazardous to your health?"
"Yeah, well so is being an asshole," Ron shot back, scowling at him.
"Touche, Weasley."
"Boys..." Harry said threateningly. He put his arms around Malfoy and theyn kissed. I shuddered. It wasn't that he was homophobic-he just hated Malfoy. Ron had no idea what Harry saw in him.
Of course, Ron didn't even see what Harry saw in guys, he reminded himself as he straightened a picture of him and Hermione on the wall. They entire apartment was practically wallpapered with photos of him and his girlfriend. The reason he wouldn't admit was because he wanted anyone who entered the apartment to know that he and Harry were JUST roommates. He didn't want them to get the... wrong impression.
Ron walked down to the corner store, taking in deeps breaths of autumn air. Autumn was his favorite time of the year. The leaves changing colors, the chilly nights, the smoky-cold smell of air...
He entered the store.
Ron had started smoking his six year at Hogwarts, and never stopped. Hermione oftened complained, and he would say he was trying to quit. He never really had, though...
He paused at the counter, looking at the cigarettes and then at a pack of Nicorette gum.
Hmm...
Ron felt extremely satisfied with himself as he walked back to the apartment, chewing noisily on the gum. Yes, he was going to quit smoking. Wouldn't Hermione be proud? This wouldn't be hard at all...He popped his gum.
As he started to unlock the door, he heard his girlfriend's voice inside. *She's over early,* Ron thought cheerily, *Well good. I can tell her now.*
His grin immediatly disapeared when he opened the door. Hermione's arms were around Harry, she was sobbing, and her cheeks were tear-streaked. When she caught sight of Ron, she swallowed and wiped her eyes. "I'm pregnant," she said bluntly.
Ron suddenly felt his knees buckle. "Wh-what?"
"I'm. Pregnant." Hermione said. Ron closed his eyes and bit his lip, nodding.
He needed a cigarette.
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Ron squeezed Hermione's hand as they walked out of the fireplace into the living room at the Burrow. "They won't be mad," he whispered sweetly into her ear. Actually, he was trying to reassure himself as much as Hermione.
He kissed her brown hair, then entered the kitchen. His mother was making dinner, and his sister, who still lived at home, was sitting at the table, reading a book.
"Hey," Ron said, smiling at her. Ginny looked up and gave a smile, then went back to reading.
"Hello Ron! Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley gave them each a hug, "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Set the table, will you, Ronnie?"
Ron nodded.
Ten minutes later, they were all sitting around the table. Ron was nervously picking at his chicken, and Hermione was biting her nails. Ron was so nervous. He stood up and went outside. Reaching for his cigarettes, all he found was that pack of Nicorette gum. "Damn gum," he muttered angrily, throwing it on the ground and taking out his wand. "Incendio."
He smiled for a second as he watched the package burn, but then the horrible craving came back over him. He scowled and went back inside.
He leaned over and whispered in Hermione's ear. "I'm going to the store."
"What?!" Hermione hissed, "Why?"
"I need to get some cigarettes."
"I thought you were quitting!"
"That plan is off," Ron said, grabbing his jacket. Hermione shook her head,a nd stood up.
"No!" she said a bit too loudly, "You're going to stay here, and we're going to tell them!"
"Tell us what?" Arthur asked, staring at them as he took a bite of mashed potato.
Hermione took a deep breath. "Well...I...WE," she corrected, grabbing Ron's hand, "are...having a baby."
Silverware clattered.
Mrs. Weasley was gasping and hugging and crying, Arthur was shaking his head and smiling. The only one who looked like they REALLY disaproved was Ginny, but she still smiled and hugged them.
"A..a grandchild! Well, finally!" Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, "Of course, I would prefer it if this was AFTER a wedding, but...you will be getting married, won't you, Ron?"
Ron looked over at Hermione, whose eyes were wide. "I...I haven't thought about that..." He paused. "I love you, Hermione, and I have no doubt that we'll marry someday, but I don't want to get married JUST because of the baby. I want to get married when we're ready."
Hermione nodded. "I agree."
Ginny suddenly spoke up. "Well...this is an exciting night. I...I have an announcement, too."
"Don't tell me YOU'RE pregnant," Ron said, frowning.
"No!" Ginny said, "Of course not, Ron. I'm...I'm moving out."
Mrs. Weasley's jaw dropped. "What?! Ginny, where too? You don't have a job, you don't have anywhere to live..."
"I'm moving to a convent. I'm becoming a nun."
A second time, silverware clattered.
If there was one thing more shocking than Hermione announcing she was pregnant, it was Ginny announcing she wanted to become a nun.
"But why?!" Mrs. Weasley cried, "I...I...I want you to get married!"
"I just don't feel thats for me, Mom! I just...thats not me. I feel like my purpose in life is serving the Lord."
"Do they even let witches be nuns?" Ron asked sarcastically. He was in a rather snarky mood, and he needed a cigarette.
Ginny frowned at him. "I...I haven't told any of them I am a witch. Thats quite frowned opon, you know, in the religious world."
"So you're moving to convent, where you will never get married and will spend you're life reading the Bible, AND you have to live like a Muggle?"
"Why do you have to be so difficult, Ron?!" Ginny said, raising her voice slightly, "I've accepted, though sorrowfully, your annoucement! Why can't you except mine?"
Ron stared her, about to scream. He REALLY needed a cigarette. "I'm leaving," he said sharply, standing up and pushing his plate away.
"Ron!" Hermione cried.
Ron didn't know why Ginny's announcement about becoming a nun had bothered him so much. Maybe it was just the stress of the baby, seeing Malfoy earlier, and the absence of nicotine that pissed him off so much.
"My apartment," he shouted, throwing the Floo powder into the fire.
Malfoy was in his living room, sitting in Harry's lap while Harry stroked his hair. About six or seven suitcases were by the door. Ron's eyes darted back and forth between the couple and the luggage.
"What the bloody hell is this?"
Harry looked up. "Back so early? Well..." His eyes rested on his boyfriend's pale blonde hair. "Draco's parents kicked him out. They found out about me. So I told him that...that he could stay here."
Ron stared at them both. Damn them! No! How horrible could things get?! He needed something!
He reached into his pocket for that damned gum, before remembering he burned it.
Hell.
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