Potions and Parchment Match

Ginny bent down to pick up the quill she had just dropped and felt a hand caress her backside. She swung around with her wand out, a curse on her lips and then stopped. “What are you doing pervert?” she asked with a grin.

Blaise smiled back. “I couldn’t help myself. You are just to tempting for words.”

“You think so?” she asked sliding up next to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. “How tempting am I Zambini?” she purred.

He gulped and immediately felt himself harden. He thrust his hips forward against her and said, “Does this mean anything to you, Weasley?”

“I don’t know…maybe. Perhaps we should pull it out of its wrapper and have a look,” she said reaching down to gently caress the bulge in front of his trousers.

“Ginny,” he hissed. “Not now.” He grabbed her hand and stepped back. “Headmistress McGonagall just told me to let you know that you are wanted at home. She said that you could use her floo. She also said that you should find Ron as well.”

Ginny gasped in shock. “Is everything all right? Is someone hurt?” she demanded.

Blaise smiled softly rubbing his hand along the side of her frightened face. “Relax. I think that it has to do with George’s baby. She said that Millie and I could tag along as well since we would soon be members of the family.”

Ginny relaxed. “Would you like to come home with me, Blaise?” she asked.

He shrugged. “I might as well. If I stay here I’ll just spend my time fantasizing about you anyway. This way I can meet all of your family and spend time with you.”

“How about I’ll find Ron, and you find Millie and we’ll meet at the statue in fifteen minutes. Ron’s probably still pouting in the common room. His hex should just about be wearing off by now.”

Blaise grinned. “Did you really hex him so that he could not talk?”

Ginny flipped her hair back over her shoulders and smiled seductively. “Sometimes, a witch just needs to put the Wizards in her life in their place.”

“Is that a warning, witch?” he growled pulling her close again.

She stood on her tippy toes and crushed her lips against his in a wet searing kiss. “When I want to put you in your place, Wizard, I have better ways of doing so.” She turned and walked away leaving him with his mouth hanging open and his erection throbbing.

“Later, Ginny Weasley, I will get you back!” he shouted.

“You can try, Blaise, but I’m to smart for you!” she said with her laughter following her down the hall.

Blaise stared for a moment and then walked towards the dungeons to find Millie. He hadn’t even thought of the connection that she would soon be his sister-in-law. It was strange how this was all working out.

“Headmistress, could I speak with you for a moment, please?”

“Mr. Longbottom, what can I help you with?” she asked fondly. She had watched this young man grown from a frightened eleven year old who jumped at his shadow to the confident and courageous man who was instrumental in helping to defeat Voldemort. He would always hold a special place in her heart.

“I have a problem that I was hoping you could help me with. You see, Romilda asked me about a betrothal ring. I told her that my Mum was still wearing it. She informed me that new bride was entitled to the ring and asked me why I couldn’t get it back. I blew up and told her the subject was not open for discussion and I left her sitting alone in the library. I don’t know what to do now.”

Minerva looked at the confused young man and felt a stab of sympathy. He hadn’t had an easy life being raised by his grandmother, who in her opinion was a tyrant. Now he was going to be marrying another one. “She is correct in that tradition does give the family ring to the incoming bride.”

“I wouldn’t want to take it from my Mum. She seems to find comfort in it. Whenever I visit her she gives me gum wrappers and twists her ring around her finger. I would hate to take away the one thing that she seems to recognize.”

“Perhaps you should speak with Miss Vane about this. I am sure that she would understand,” Minerva said sympathetically.

“I’m not sure that she would. She is a bit spoiled and used to getting her head. We’ve already had a discussion on how I would rather be a Squib than spend my life being henpecked by her. She had agreed to behave herself, but I fear that it won’t last long. One can not change their personality over night.”

Minerva felt her opinion of Neville raise another notch. She was surprised that he had bucked up the courage to speak with her regarding her behavior. Perhaps he would find some peace in his marriage after all. “Perhaps, Mr. Longbottom, you could take Romilda to St. Mungo’s to meet your parents. Perhaps if she saw the situation first hand, she would be more accepting?”

“Do you think so?”

Minerva had her doubts but she didn’t want to burst his bubble so she nodded her head and smiled. “I am sure of it.”

“Thank you, Professor, uh Headmistress.”

“If you want to take her tomorrow I can give the two of you a pass. With all of these weddings taking place kids have been coming and going around here. It’s like a revolving door through my office. The Ministry has sure disrupted my school again!” she said.

Neville nodded. “I would like that, thank you.”

“Then I will see you sometime in the morning. Have a good night, Mr. Longbottom.”

Neville felt lighter when he left her office. Usually he would go to Harry for any problems he had with girls, but he felt that an older person’s view might be better. Harry would have been disgusted with Romilda and would have advised him to just tell her off. He felt that perhaps this time he had been in the wrong by shouting at her so he decided to ask Professor McGonagall. She had been supportive of him when nobody else believed in him.

He headed back to the Gryffindor tower and passed Ginny and Ron on the way. “Hey! Where are two off to?”

Ron looked disgusted. “We’ve been summoned home. George has gone and gotten a baby from a Muggle. Now we’re expected to come home and congratulate him. Doesn’t he know what a contraceptive spell is?”

“Ron Weasley! Did you use one on Millie the other night?” Ginny demanded.

Ron turned bright red. “How’d you know about that?” he demanded.

“Everyone knows about that, Ron!”

“Well that’s beside the point! I didn’t get her pregnant!”

“How do you know?” Ginny demanded. “You have to make sure that you protect the witch you are with!”

“Oh, and I suppose that the Wizard you shagged during the war protected you each time?” he asked snidely.

Ginny glanced at Neville to see him turn bright red. “Yes, he did!” she said.

Ron looked from his sister to Neville and went livid. “You shagged my sister? You’re the one who she was fucking while we were off fighting the war?” he screamed in rage.

“Ronald Weasley! How dare you! You will not interfere in my life again! Didn’t my hex earlier today show you anything?” she shouted.

Ron lunged at Neville and wrapped his hand around Neville’s throat. “I’ll kill you, Longbottom!” he shouted. “She’s my sister!” he screamed squeezing tighter.

Ginny jumped on Ron’s back and tried to force his hands from Neville, who was turning blue from lack of oxygen. “Let him go, Ron!” she screamed.

Just then Blaise and Millie came around the corner to see Ron attacking Neville, who was frantically trying to pry Ron’s hands off of his neck, and Ginny yanking at Ron’s hair behind him.

“Stupefy!” Blaise shouted. He raced over to the three stunned bodies and pulled Ginny up off the floor where she fell when he stunned her. “What’s going on?” he demanded, releasing the spell.

“Do you know what that bastard did to my sister!” Ron screamed.

“Ron Weasley! Enough!” Ginny shouted.

Millie looked from Ron to Neville who was gasping for air. She could tell that Ron and Ginny were both livid and Neville was somehow right in the middle of it.

“What’s going on?” Blaise demanded.

“He found out about what happened during the war and that it was Neville I was with! He attacked him and tried to kill him!” Ginny shouted in frustration. “Why can’t he just stay out of my life?”

Blaise looked from Neville to Ginny and then started to laugh. He knew she had been with someone but he never would have thought it to be Neville Longbottom the witless wonder! That was just too priceless!

Four pairs of eyes turned as one to glare at him. “What?” he said, trying to contain his mirth.

“What is so funny about him shagging my baby sister?” Ron demanded.

“Give it up, Weasley, it was her choice. He didn’t rape her for god’s sake! She went to him willingly. It’s really none of your concern,” Blaise told him.

“Don’t you care that your fiancé shagged someone else?” he demanded.

“Why would I care? I’m not going to her a virgin. Everyone has a past, Ron, that’s why they call is a past. Leave it there where it belongs.”

“Ron, does it bother you that I’m not coming to you a virgin?” Millie demanded.

“No! I don’t care about that, but your not my sister!” he said angrily.

“But I’ll be your wife,” she said softly.

He looked at her and then shrugged. “Fine. Let’s just go.” He turned and glared one last time at Neville making sure he knew that it wasn’t done between the two of them and walked towards the Headmistress’ office.

Blaise turned to Neville and smiled. “He’ll cool off, don’t worry about it.”

“You really don’t care?” Neville asked in surprise.

“Sex is physical, it’s just something that you do with your body. It has nothing to do with your emotions or your feelings. She didn’t love you; she just needed to feel alive at a time when death was everywhere. It’s done.”

Neville nodded his head and shook out his hand. “Thank you, Blaise.”

He grasped the offered hand and nodded.


“She’ll make a wonderful mother, George,” Gretchen told him. He was standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room watching as Luna sat on the sofa feeding Natalie. She was making smiling faces and giving the babies gentle kisses on her fingers.

“I think she will,” he said softly.

“Does that surprise you?”

“Honestly, I didn’t know what to think. I’ve known Luna for several years, but I don’t know her at all. She was randomly matched with me by the Ministry and I have no idea if we have anything at all in common. They just pair us up and tell us we have sixty days to marry.”

“That seems so barbaric!” she gasped.

“I am probably one of the lucky ones. She has been a friend of our family for several years. She and my sister Ginny are in the same class at school and my brother Ron and his best friend, Harry, are fairly close to her. She’s not a complete stranger to me.”

“She seems like a very sweet girl.”

“Her mother died when she was nine. She knows what it has been like to grow up without a mother and I think she feels a bond with Natalie because of this. She has always been kind and gentle.”

“George, I only want what is best for my granddaughter. I can see that your family is full of love and affection. Natalie needs to know this. If she turns out to be magical, and by the way that your mother explained it to me, she most likely will, she will need you and your family even more. However, for now, I think that she should stay with us. Your bride is sixteen years old, and that is very young. You will need a chance to get to know her and make your marriage work. She has two years of schooling left and will not have time to take care of an infant. You’ve already said that you are at work all day with your brother.”

George felt his heart drop. As much as he hated to admit it, she was right. “Perhaps we can work out a compromise.”

“What do you have in mind?” she asked with a smile. She couldn’t help but like this fun loving young man who wanted so much to do the right thing.

“George Weasley! You kept a secret from me?” Fred shouted from the doorway where he stood with his new bride, Angelina.

George turned with a pained look towards his twin. “Fred,” he said.

“Don’t Fred me, you traitor! You have a daughter and you don’t tell me about it?” he demanded. “I’ve been asking you for months what your bloody problem is and you kept telling me nothing! Well that baby is an awfully large nothing, George!” he shouted.

“Fred, I’m sorry…”

“Don’t even go there with me, you arse! We don’t have secrets from each other! Do you remember our vow to each other when we were four?” He walked over to the couch where Luna was sitting with a now wide-awake Natalie. He reached down and took her from Luna’s arms and smiled. He looked to his brother with an expression of disbelief and joy. “She’s got my good looks, mate.”

George walked to his brother and stopped. “I am sorry. I wasn’t sure how to deal with it.”

“That’s what I’m here for you bloody bugger!” he hissed trying not to startle his niece. “Who else has been here for you for your entire life?” he demanded.

George felt his eyes well with tears and he leaned over and pulled his brother and best friend into a hug carefully making sure that he didn’t squish his daughter. “I’m sorry for not confiding in you,” he said.

Fred felt a tear slide down his cheek and he sadly smiled at his brother. “Don’t do it again, George. Don’t block me out of your life.”

“I promise,” he said.

“She is beautiful,” Fred said smiling down at the newest Weasley.

“Yes she is,” George said proudly. He looked back to the doorway where Molly and Gretchen both stood with tears streaming down their faces holding onto each other. “Fred, this is Gretchen, Natalie’s grandmother. Gretchen, this is my brother, my twin, Fred.”

Fred grinned. “Look’s like Natalie takes after the Weasley side of the family,” he said.

Gretchen nodded. “Yes she does.”

“So bro, who’s to be her godfather?” he demanded.

George grinned. “Who else but my best friend and the second most handsome man in the Wizarding world?”

Fred punched him playfully on the arm. “Hey, I’m the first most handsome man in the Wizarding world!”

“Nah, I’m much better looking than you,” he said intently staring at the identical face in front of him. You have too many freckles,” he laughed.

Natalie chose that time to show her displeasure at her father and her uncle and let out a howl. She was still hungry and wanted her bottle.

“Let me take her,” Luna said smiling softly.

Fred reverently handed the baby back to Luna. “She sound’s like you, George!” he shouted over her howls.

A second later all was quiet again and all that could be heard was the soft sucking noises that she made as she sucked on her bottle. At that moment the floo roared and one by one Ginny, Blaise, Ron and Millie exited the fireplace. “Oh!” Ginny cried in delight. “Let me have her!” she said sitting down next to Luna and reaching for her.
Ron looked at the scene around him and was disgusted. What was so great about illegitimate babies? He watched as his fiancé walked to the couch and joined Luna and Ginny and then Angelina joined them. Soon his mother and a Muggle woman joined them as well. Women! A baby could turn them to cream puffs in a matter of seconds!


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“Do you want to tell me what the hell that was?” Draco rasped.

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked innocently. She could feel what her singing had done to him as it was pressed against her leg.

“Where did you learn a song like that?” he demanded.

“Didn’t you like my song, Draco?” she asked smiling.

“God’s witch, you know what you did to me!” he said crushing his lips against hers. He pushed her back against his bed until her knees gave and she tumbled backwards onto his silk comforter.

She moaned when she felt his hand cup her breast. “Draco, don’t we have to get back to the castle?” she gasped.

“No.”

“McGonagall is going to kill us if we break curfew!” she whispered against the side of his neck as she licked it.

“Fuck McGonagall!” he said pulling her sweater up over her head. She was spilling out of the lacy cups of her bra and he desperately wanted to feel her bare skin against his. He pulled her up into his lap and reached behind her and unhooked her bra. He groaned in ecstasy when her full breasts tumbled out.

“Draco!” she cried. She hated to break rules, but he was slowly befuddling her mind and she couldn’t seem to think anymore.

He reached down into the waistband of her jeans and then decided that she needed to be naked. He pulled his wand out and muttered, “Divesto,” and both of them were naked. He was so aroused that he could barely contain himself. The massive amounts of alcohol he had consumed mixed with her seductive song and dance had him straining at his limits of control.

She could feel his arousal and tasted the whiskey in his mouth. The combination was heady and she opened her legs willingly to allow him better access to him. She felt his warm hand plunge into her wet core and she lifted her hips up off the bed in bliss. She loved the way that he made her feel and she desperately needed him. His skin felt like liquid fire on hers and she cried out when positioned himself between her thighs.

“I can’t wait, Mione. I’m sorry, but I’m about to explode now,” he cried thrusting inside of her.

Hermione cried out his name and felt her immediate orgasm hit. She thrust her hips up meeting each brutal thrust that he gave, clenching her tight muscles around his throbbing cock as her body quivered in release. She clenched her nails into his firm arse cheeks and felt him tense and heard his moan of delight as she felt his hot seed pour into her willing body.

He pumped into her filling her with his hot seed as the stars swam in front of his eyes. He was lost in the delights of her body forgetting everything else existed except this one woman in his arms. “I love you, Hermione,” he cried as he pumped his final thrust inside of her.

“Oh, Draco! I love you, too!”


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