Potions and Parchment Match

George stood staring at the well-kept house in front of him. It was average sized, not to big and not to small, with a gabled roof and grided windows with painted shutters. The yard was neatly mowed and planted with several shrubs and bushes. In the driveway two cars were parked. He swept his wand over his clothing and changed to Muggle attire and then slipped the wand into his back pocket. Taking a deep breath he dug deep for his courage that somehow lost him and walked to the front door. He rang the doorbell and waited for an answer.

“Yes?”

“I am George Weasley. I am Natalie’s father,” he said.

“What are you doing here?” demanded the tall dark haired man. He looked disgusted and George could understand why.

“I have come for Natalie.”

“You have some nerve coming here demanding my granddaughter after you have ignored her existence for the past month.” he shouted trying to slam the door in George’s face.

George shoved his foot in the door. “Mr. Riley, we need to talk. I am sorry for how things turned out, but I am Natalie’s father and I have a right to claim her. I am sorry that Kimberly left her here and took off, but it had nothing to do with me. She had other plans that did not include me or the baby.”

Patrick Riley stared at the tall red headed man who stood before him. He knew that what the man said was true. Kimberly had always been free spirited and independent. A child would just slow her down. “Alright, come in.” He held the door open and allowed his granddaughters father to enter his home.

George followed the man into his living room where his wife was feeding the baby. “Gretchen, he’s come for Natalie.”

“What? No! You can’t have her!” she said clutching the baby tightly to her chest. The baby cried at the forced pressure and her grandmother eased up.

George walked up to her and held out his arms. “I’d like to hold her,” he said with a gentle smile.

“No!” Gretchen shrieked.

“I just want to hold her Mrs. Riley. Please,” he implored.

Gretchen turned and looked in fright at her husband who nodded his head. She handed her precious bundle to her father with a sob.

George stared down in wonder at the tiny baby in his arms. She was only five weeks old but already very alert. She had a thick cap of his flaming red hair and blue eyes. He reached for her hand and grinned when she tightly gripped his finger. “She’s beautiful,” he said in awe. He sat down on the couch and smiled when she opened her tiny mouth for a yawn.

“What are your intentions?” Mr. Riley demanded.

George looked up at the couple that sat opposite of him clutching onto each other. He knew that they were terrified of him taking their grandchild and disappearing. “Mr. And Mrs. Riley, there are some things about me that you need to be aware of. They could greatly affect the rest of Natalie’s life.”

Mrs. Riley gasped and brought her hand up to clutch her chest. She had imagined the worst and was terrified at what he would tell her. Her daughter had been the light of her life when she was younger, but as she grew older she had changed. She was now someone that she could no longer understand or relate to. When Kimberly had shown up a month ago with a newborn baby it had been the first time that they had seen her in almost two years.

George sighed. “I assure you, that I am no criminal. In fact, in my world, I am considered quite a catch.” He said with a smile.

“What do you mean, in your world?” Patrick demanded suspiciously. Was he going to tell them that he was from another planet? Kimberly had attracted the crazy ones most of his life.

“I grew up in the UK. My family is quite large; I have five brothers and one sister. I actually am a twin. We are normal and healthy and live our lives following the law and rules of society. I assure you, my family is social acceptable. Well except for perhaps my youngest brother, Ron. He is a bit of a prat at times,” he said sidetracking himself. “Anyway, my oldest brother Bill, works for a bank and is married. They have a daughter. The next brother, Charlie, is in Romania. He takes care of animals. Then there is Percy. He is a bit of a prat as well, but he works for the government. Next would be my brother Fred and I. We own a joke shop that does quite well. I told you about Ron already, and then there is Ginny. She is still away at boarding school, but she’ll be done soon and is engaged to be married. My mum is a stay at home mum, and dad also works for the government. I have a ton of extended family members as well.”

He watched as the couple in front of him visibly relaxed. He looked down again at his daughter and saw that she was staring up at him. He grinned and kissed her cheek. “Hello there, beautiful,” he said. “She looks a bit like my Mum.”

Mrs. Riley smiled softly. “We suspected she must have taken after your family as she doesn’t resemble ours in any way.”

“Now, you asked what I meant when I said “in my world”. In my world, I am considered a wizard. My family is a magical family and I come from a magical society. We are considered a pureblood family, because there hasn’t been any Muggles in it.”

“What?” Patrick gasped. “What the hell is a Muggle, and have you lost your mind? Have you been watching to much television?” he demanded.

“A Muggle is a non-magical person. Your family would be considered Muggle. Blood status doesn’t mean rot to my family, but in our world to some it means everything. Natalie would be considered a half-blood because she has a Muggle mother.”

“Get out! Get out of my house you lunatic!” Patrick said standing up and shouting. He reached for his granddaughter but George was to quick and whipped out his wand and sent Patrick back to the couch.

“What was that?” Mrs. Riley shrieked.

George pointed his wand at her mouth and immediately a piece of tape covered. “Please! Let me just finish!” he said trying to stay calm. “I promise you that I will not hurt you or Natalie.” He sat back down and waited for the two stunned people to catch up with what he had said. “Now, as you can see, I wasn’t making this up. I am magical. In my world, everyone is. Natalie may someday be a witch. It is to early to tell for sure though.”

Mrs. Riley ripped the tape off her mouth. “Are you telling me that my granddaughter will be able to do these things as well?” she demanded. “How will she learn it?”

“She won’t learn it, it will just naturally happen. When she turns eleven, if she is in fact magical, she will receive an invitation to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It is the premier school that teaches witches and wizards how to control their magical power.”

“But how will we know? When will we know?”

“Probably by the time she is three. She’ll start doing things as her magical energy grows. She might be sitting in her high chair eating and all of the sudden her bowl will rise above her. Or she might be playing with her doll and it might fly through the air. There are lots of things that she could do that would show that she has power.”

“What else can you do?” Patrick demanded still eyeing the wand warily.

“What do you want me to do?”

“My favorite beer stein broke today. Can you fix it?”

George grinned. “Where is it?”

Patrick got up and walked to the kitchen where he had stuck all of the pieces in a paper sack to take out to the trash. He picked it up and took it to the young man who claimed to be magical. George opened the bag and waved his wand over it. “There,” he said. Patrick looked inside of the bag and grinned. “Thanks.”

“Did Kimberly know about this?” Mrs. Riley asked.

George shook his head. “No. We don’t advertise what we are. Muggles have a hard time accepting what they can’t explain and we try to keep it hidden.”

“So what does this mean then, for Natalie?”

“That’s what we need to figure out. I need to be honest with you. I had a one-night stand with Kimberly, who I picked up in a bar. I know nothing about her. We ran into each other a few months later and she told me she was pregnant. I brought her back home with me and performed a paternity test. Magical folk are able to do an incantation over a witches belly and it will tell you who the father is. I gave her some money and my phone number and asked her to call me when the baby was born. I was not interested in anything more with her.”

Mr. Riley looked pained but not surprised and Mrs. Riley barely even flinched at the news. “We are not unaware of who our daughter is.”

“I have no other children, and I really have no idea how to be a father, but I would like to try. I have been around kids my entire life and I very much enjoy them. I want Natalie to know my family and me. I don’t want to exclude you from her life, but I won’t allow you to exclude me either. Kimberly is gone off and abandoned our daughter. Natalie will need me.”

“She has us!” Mrs. Riley shouted standing up. “I am very capable of raising my granddaughter.”

“How will you cope when her magic appears? What about when you have company for dinner and she levitates your company? Or when she magically tosses one of their kids out the window? How will you how different she is without everyone thinking that she is a freak? Is that what you want for her? Here she will be different and stand out. In my world, she will be just another magical child.”

“You don’t know that she will be magical!” she shouted.

“And you don’t know that she won’t!” he shouted back startling the baby. “Listen, I don’t want to fight with you. We all want what is best for Natalie. We just have to figure that out.”

“She needs to grow up with a mother and a father. How will a single man raise a baby?” she demanded sitting down next to him. “I know that you have all the best intentions in the world, but a single man can’t raise a baby.”

“Actually, I will be getting married next month.”

“Does your fiancé know about Natalie?”

George shook his head. “Nobody does. This is the first secret that I have ever kept from my twin.”

“Are you ashamed of Natalie?” demanded Mr. Riley.

“No, I am ashamed of my own behavior. I have not acted responsible in this situation. My parents would not be proud of me, nor can I look myself in the eye any longer. I have ignored the fact that I have impregnated a woman that I did not know, and I have for the past four weeks ignored the fact that I have a daughter. I am no longer willing to ignore the situation. I am her father, and I plan to spend the rest of my life making it up to her.”

Gretchen looked at the sad young man thoughtfully. Perhaps for once, Kimberly had done the right thing. When she dropped the baby off she told her parents that she had contacted the father and he would probably show up. They had assumed it was one of her stories and didn’t give it much credence. “Alright then, George, how are we going to raise this baby?”

Hermione stripped and dropped into the hot bubbly water. She decided to go to the prefect bath instead of back to her own dorm because she knew that Draco was going to kill her when he caught up with her and she wanted to relax. The effects of the champagne were wearing off and she had a slight headache. The champagne had tasted wonderful and she would have loved to have another bottle. She wondered if the house elves could procure a bottle for her.

She stood and leaned over the side of the tub and grabbed the bottle. She looked at the label and thought it was a rather plain looking bottle for such a wonderful tasting concoction. She ran her tongue along the edge of the rim and tasted the remains of the fruity liquid that had once been present. She stuck her tongue deeper into the hole and thought about it being Draco’s penis. She opened her mouth and inserted it into her warm tempting mouth. She pulled it in and out for a moment and then giggled to herself. She imagined what Draco would do if she did that to him.

She reached down and touched her throbbing pussy thinking about him. She remembered the spicy taste of him and licked her lips and moaned. She wanted to taste him again now. She wanted to feel his hands sliding down her body, touching and caressing her most intimate spots. She wanted to feel his tongue as it slid over every inch of her hot skin leaving a cooling trail behind. She needed to feel his hot wet mouth as it claimed her sopping pussy, licking away every last trace of her juices. She needed to feel him buried deeply inside of her. She didn’t want to wait any longer, and she was tired of him pushing her off. It might have been a big deal to her to wait for her wedding night before, but that was before he had woken her traitorous body up to the wonders of the flesh. Her body craved so much more.

She slipped two of her fingers inside of her slick channel and thrust them in and out. She raised her hips up to give herself more access. She slid her other hand back and forth over her swollen clit. It wasn’t enough, she needed to feel more. She needed to feel Draco. She sobbed out his name in need and put more pressure on her clit.

“Do you need my help, love?” he asked standing naked behind her watching.

“Please, Draco, don’t make me wait any longer. I need you so badly,” she sobbed. She was so lost in her need and passion that she didn’t even stop to wonder how he had gotten into the locked room or how he had found her.

“Are you sure, Mione? I can’t stop this time. If I touch you now, it’s to completion.”

“Yes! Yes, damn you, I need you! Please don’t make me wait,” she cried opening her arms to him.

He didn’t wait for a second invitation. He hoped down into the bath and lifted her to the ledge. He spread her legs wide and slipped in between them. He kneeled down between them and used his hands to hold her thighs apart as he buried his face in her wet curls. He licked her clit and then quickly bit it between his teeth. Letting go he lapped up her juices and then buried his tongue inside of her hot pink lips. He fucked her with his tongue for a few moments and then flicked her clit again with his tongue. He ran his tongue down to her open hole and then past to her sweetly puckered opening where he lapped at it for several moments.

“Now, Draco!” she demanded. “Take me now, I can’t wait anymore.”

“Neither can I, my love,” he said standing and positioning himself in front of her opening. He slowly eased himself into her tight hot passage and groaned and the slick heat. He felt the proof of her innocence and briefly stopped and looked at her rapturous face. He pulled back and then slammed into her.

“Oh yes!” she hissed. “Oh god’s yes, Draco! Harder, please, harder!” she shouted raising her hips to meet him.

“Mione, I’ll hurt you,” he groaned trying to control himself as she thrust her hips against him.

“Now, Draco, now!” she shouted and he complied. He slammed deeply inside of her willing body moving in and out with more force than he thought she could handle, but she rose each time and met him with an enthusiasm that had him reeling.

“Yes, Mione. Oh gods, yes!” he cried as he felt her body tighten and squeeze him deeply inside of her core. He felt her release as he heard her cry and he pumped harder until his own body gave up and he released his thick cum deep into her.

He cried out her name and then collapsed onto of her. Both silently layed there on the edge of the tub tying to catch their breath. A moment later Hermione pushed herself up with a grin. “Do it again, Malfoy.”

Kingsley drunkenly stumbled out of the fireplace to see the stunned face of Minerva McGonagall. He landed on a heap on the floor at her feet.

“Kingsley! Are you alright?” she shouted rushing down to help him up.

“I need to speak with my son, Minerva.”

She raised her eyebrow in question. “You don’t have a son, Kingsley.”

“Yes I do, and he is here.”

In spite of herself she turned and looked around the room. “There’s nobody here but you and I. No child,” she said.

“Blast it woman, not in this room. He attends this school! Go and bring him here at once!”

“Kingsley! You do not have a son! Not to mention, all of the children are in bed! Perhaps you would care to sleep it off on my sofa?” she asked not unkindly.

“I am the Minister of Magic, and I demand that you go and wake Blaise up!” he bellowed towering over her.

“Blaise? You mean Blaise Zambini? Surely you can’t think that boy is your son!” she said in surprise.

“That damn Endora kept him from me. Didn’t even tell me until I saw him and figured it out for myself. All these years and she refused to tell me!” he cried as he flopped down on the sofa.

Minerva was stunned. There had been speculation for years as to who the father of Blaise Zambini was, but she had never once heard a rumor stating Kingsley Shacklebolt as a contender for the position. She looked down at the crying man and felt a stab of pain for him. Here was one of the bravest men she had ever known and here he was sobbing because he had missed out on the life of his child. She sat down next to him. “Does Blaise know?”

“His mum didn’t tell him, but when he looked at me with those eyes, I know that he knows. Wouldn’t even acknowledge it either,” he cried. “Can’t say as I blame him, Minerva. I never acknowledged him either.”

“You can’t acknowledge someone you don’t know about.”

“That’s what George said. Did you know he had a daughter?” he muttered laying back.

“George? George who?”

“Weasley, George Weasley,” he said closing his eyes.

“Kingsley, George Weasley does not have a daughter.”

“Said he did, said he was going to get her,” he said with a slight snore.

Minerva watched the sleeping man before her. Where the hell were all of these illegitimate children coming from? George Weasley a father? Did Molly know? She stood up and quickly walked to the floo. “Molly Weasley,” she shouted.




“Are you sure about this, Pansy?” Millie asked her best friend. Pansy always had great ideas, but they were rarely well thought out and had a tendency to back fire and get her into trouble.

“Definitely. Harry said that you made Ron’s day with your comment about tying him up. Maybe if you played with him for a bit he would be more manageable.”

“God’s, why couldn’t I have gotten someone else?” she said groaning.

Pansy grinned. “At least this way we shall see each other often. Harry and Ron are best mates.”

“I’m not sure that is enough to make up for the fact that I actually have to spend my life with the idiot!”

“Alright, come on. Let’s go up to the room of requirements. We don’t want someone else to grab it. Harry and I tried to use it last night and it was already being used. Then we got caught by Filch and sent back to our dorms. Poor Harry was so frustrated,” she giggled. “I am driving the man insane.”

Millie giggled. “Keep that up and you’ll ruin your wedding night. He’ll be so frustrated that he’ll come in thirty seconds and it will be done!”

“Oh, Harry can get hard again quickly,” she said nonchalantly.

“Pansy! Have you and Harry already done it?”

Pansy laughed. “Not quite, but about everything else. We keep getting interrupted. I swear if I don’t get him naked and alone with me soon, I’m going to explode myself!”

“So Harry is going to bring Ron to the room in an hour, right?”

“Yeah, that should give us enough time to get the room prepared. You’ll have yourself an official love chamber to do what you want to him.”

“God’s Pansy, I don’t want to even touch him, let alone have sex with him!”

“We’ve been over this, Millie! Ron Weasley is controlled by sex. Establish yourself as his sexual master immediately, and you will have him eating out of your hands for the rest of your life.”

“I just want him long enough to consummate this marriage and give me a couple of children. I don’t want him for the rest of his life!”

“It’s not like you’re a virgin and have never done this, Millie! Tie him up, tease him a bit, and then fuck him. He’ll be putty in your hands after that.”

Millie sighed and nodded. “Alright, lets get this done.” The walked to the hallway where the door to the room of requirements could be found. When they got there Millie said over and over in her head, “I need a sexual fantasy room.” A few minutes later a door appeared. They walked to the door and grinned at each other. They opened it and stepped inside. As one they both gasped.

“I want this room when you’re done,” Pansy said in awe as she looked around.

The room was covered in thick red plush carpet, a huge four posted bed with thick red curtains, a heart shaped hot tub in one corner bubbled and steamed, and a swing hung from the ceiling with handcuffs attached. “If only it was green,” Millie said.

“Ron’s a Gryffindor. He’ll love the red. Besides, red is the color of love.”

“For Merlin’s sake, Pansy. This isn’t love!”

“Oh trust me, Millie. When you’re done in here with him, he’ll be in love! Did you see the collection of sex toys on the night stand? Think of all that you can do with those!”

“Pansy! I’m not as adventurous as you! I can’t just make this happen. I mean look at me! I’m frumpy and fat! What man wants me for my looks?” she cried.

Pansy looked at her mousy friend. She was a bit manly looking and didn’t have a clue how to work what little advantage she had. She let her hair hang long and stringy down her back, just shoving it out of the way when it got in her eyes. She wore no make-up to speak of, and her clothes were cast off’s from her older brother. She was too tall for a woman; she was probably close to six feet and weight close to two hundred pounds. She had nice large breasts that she kept bound and hidden and long lanky legs and nice curvy hips. With a little bit of work she might not be so bad. “You know, Millie, the room looks great. Let’s work on you instead.”

“Me? What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing that my wand won’t fix!” she said forcing the girl into a chair.


A/N:
I just wanted to take a second and tell you how much I enjoy all of the reviews. Believe it or not, I read each and every one. Sometimes I think that I am going one way while I write, and I will read a review that makes me stop and think…and then its like Oh Yeah! And I go in a completely different direction. Sometimes I get so involved in writing that I have forgotten what I have written and where I have left off and what needs to be tied up. I enjoy all the reviews, whether they are good or bad. I love this site because everyone is just so supportive. I have things posted on another site and most of my reviews consist of telling me all about my spelling and grammar errors and how I don’t post fast enough or the story is going to fast and it needs to slow down…this site is nice because it is encouraging. You read, and then you tell me what you like or what you don’t. I can’t please everyone with my writing…some people want one thing and others want the exact opposite. Most of the time I just type and see what comes. I usually write a plot line before I start a story so I know where I want to start and where I want it to go. Most of the time I keep my ending in mind but forget about the rest. I am very impulsive and tend to change my mind about what to do often…So anyway, thank you all so much for reviewing…it really means a lot to me.

BritishQT13- I very rarely like to read WIP either. It drives me crazy when I read a story and enjoy it and the author never finishes or takes years to do so. I promise that I won’t abandon my story and it will finish. By the way, can you recommend any good Hermione/Draco, Hermione/Snape, Draco/Harry, Harry/Pansy ficts that are complete?

MB-3- Sorry that you were upset by the spoilers. I obviously didn’t set out to spoil the book for you, but I think that you are going to get spoilers if you read fan fiction. Things always come out whether you mean it to or not.

Elizabeth Weasley- In my last story that I did, A Prankster in Love, I pair Ron and Luna, and then in Soul Bound, I paired Ron and Luna. They are sick of each other now and need a break. Ron needs someone strong enough to put up with his immaturity, and Luna needs someone light enough to understand her…kind of at least.

S3xy_gyrl- Thank you for being such a loyal reader, lol. You are great and I appreciate all of your comments here and on the other site.

Hadassah- I put in lots of Draco/Hermione action for you…lol. I know that I posted this story under that category, but I know when I read that I like to know what happens to everyone. I am writing a Harry/Draco story that I am bored with because I have tried to keep the story line mostly on them. I find that as a writer I keep interest in the story by going into more details regarding all of the characters. I also forgot all about the shopping trip so I need to go back and add it…

Luthien- Hope you liked the action, lol. Much more to come soon! Can we say prefects bathroom?

Mel24- Sorry, but I like the other characters…lol. Read above for explanation.


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