Hey guys, well, I had this idea for writing a fan fiction, and I thought well, why not write it? So please comment on this and do point out my mistakes. And yea, if you can suggest a name for it...you're more than welcome!
It was a hot afternoon. A flourishing garden was in view as a girl in red, wasit-length hair watered her agapanthuses and petunias. A rose bush hung limply, wet from the rain, and the garden grass glistened in the morning sunlight. Ginny Weasley hummed tunelessly to herself, as she watered her plants and made her way into the lavish house, which she had never experienced in her life.
"Harry! Ross! Janie! Please be quick!" She screamed.
"Yessss, mom!" Ross and Janie replied, while there was still no answer from Harry.
"Harry?" Ginny cried out, "Where are you?"
She climbed up the stairs and went into her room. A broom, Agapath 970 stood stacked in the corner. A family photograph of the Weasleys stood on a bedside table. followed by a photograph of the Potters and the Weasleys, Harry, Ginny, Ross and Janie, standing beside Ron, Hermione and their daughter Flora. Ginny knocked on the bathroom door, which grunted Unh! as she knocked, and was then followed by a "What!?", which was Harry.
"Harry, darling, you know it is the first of August today, we have to really hurry!" Ginny talked through the door.
"WHAT? I totally forgot, it is Hermione's birthday today, oh man!" Harry mumbled.
Harry quickly came out of the bathroom, looking as gorgeous as ever. His black hair fell messily on his forehead, covering most of the lightening-shaped scar. He put down his towel and brushed his hair, then deeply coughing, held Ginny in his arms and held her into a tight kiss. Ginny returned the kiss, and continued to stare at Harry's beautifully carved picture on the head of their bed.
"Mom!" Ross called from the basement, breaking the magical moment which had overwhelmed the room.
"Yes, dear!" Ginny called back, and then, smiling at Harry, added, "My popkin, do hurry, we'll be dreadfully late!"
"Yeah, I am." Harry replied, and disappeared into the bathroom again. When he came out, he was wearing a black t-shirt, with a skull on its front, and fawn pants with zips, hooks and lots of eyes. His green eyes matched with the green skull on the front, and as he pulled on his trainers, he admired his own reflection in the mirror.
Looking good today, Harry. He thought.
He was scared out of his guts, as a loud tapping noise sounded behind him. He looked around, startled. Seeing that it was only Henry, his best-friend Ronald's owl, he calmed down, and leaned across the bed-post to reach the window sill. He held the door ajar, waiting for the owl to hold out his leg. Then, carefully detaching the letter, he unscrolled it and read out aloud.
Dear Harry,
Hey, this is Ron. Remember me mate. Well, first things first. It is Hermione's birthday today, and we are all going to Fred and George's shop to celebrate, and meet their families. I hope to see you in their shop at Diagon Alley, and in case you have forgotten their address, I have written it below.
Shop # 93
Diagon Alley
Hope to see you there. Regards to my sister. Love from Mother to you both, and please, ask Ginny to bake her extra-special cake today.
Well, we will see you there, I hope. I'd better get ready.
Your best mate,
Ron.
PS: We have invited Dobby, Kreacher and Winky too, just to make sweet-heart happy.
Harry read the letter as quickly as possible, and recalled how happy that moment had been when the Weasley family, Harry, and Hermione had been married. Fred was so happy to marry Verity, their worker at the shop, and George married Katie Bell. Harry and Ginny had a very happy marriage, co-marriage of Hermione and Ron. Bill and Fleur, Harry recalled, had been married before the seventh year ended, but Charlie had married a beautiful young lady, Zchecktyou, pronounced Zec-tei-oo, in Romania. Harry quickly replied to the letter, and then continued to getting dressed, making a great deal of brushing his hair, which, whatever done with it, never lay flat.
Getting tired, Harry scrolled downstairs, to have breakfast, and was surprised to see a guest at the table. Irritated, he said hello and went back upstairs to the hanging terrace connected to his room.
Chapter 2. A Horrid Guest.
Harry stood in the terrace, his hair blowing back in the rain. He thought hard of what to give Hermione, not only as his best friend's wife, but a best-friend and a helping hand whenever needed. He finally went inside and pulled out his wand, muttering "presento!" and a small white notebook with the title "Elf Rights" appeared on the table. Then, on the movement of his wand again, a card appeared right next to the notebook, which said "Birthday wishes to a cute, helpful yet impatient Hermione".
"Harry!" A noise broke Harry out of his thoughts. It was Ginny.
"Yes!?" Harry called down the stairs.
"There is someone here who'd like to meet you."
Harry, completely nonplussed, strode towards the steps, taking long strides. After reaching the bottom-most stair, he saw a tall, sleek man with blond hair. Harry ionstantly recognised who it was, his enemy and his worst nightmare, Draco Malfoy.
"Ginny! What's he doing here?" Harry asked, astounded that she had let him sit for so long.
"Oh, Harry, please don't be angry, he only wanted to meet you. I called you after sometime because I knew you'd be angry. Anyway, when you retired to your room, I though you recogised who it was."
"Excuse me, Potter," said Malfoy, holding up his hands as if surrending, "Please don't be angry, I just came to invite you to my marriage."
Harry just stopped himself from saying "WHAT!?". However, Ginny just said calmly, "Oh, how nice of you Draco, who is with?"
"Oh, well, someone you know really well."
"Who?" Harry asked, unable to cope with the suspense.
"Alright, I'll break the suspense." Malfoy said, "I'm marrying...Minerva McGonagall!"
"WHAT?" screamed Harry, unable to contain himself.
"Yeah, I knew you'd be surprised, with me having a grudge against Gryffindor and all."
"Well, but she's way older than you, Malfoy!" It was Ginny who spoke this time, her mouth opened, representing how stunned she was.
"Whaddya think? After me becoming a Death Eater, it's a miracle even she wants to marry me. How thankful I am to Minerva!"
"MINERVA!" Harry yelled, "Aw, C'mon Draco, she's about forty years older than you!"
"Sorry guys, well its me and Minerva."
"Well, see you at the wedding, Draco. Though I thoroughly wish you'd change your mind." Ginny said. "I wish I could invite you in for tea, but we're getting horribly late."
"It's okay, Weasley, no worries." Malfoy said, grinning head to toe.
"Why are you grinning? Was it all a joke about you and McGonagall?" Ginny asked with an inquiring look.
"No, not that, but I think someone else is gonna get married before I do." he replied.
"Who?" Harry questioned.
"Them" Malfoy said, pointing to Janie kissing her guinea pig hard on its lips.
That got them all to burst out laughig and Janie blushed and ran up the stairs, squeezing her guinea pig, Weasley, in her cuddle.
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