Potions and Parchment Match

Molly and Ginny sat in the corner clutching onto each other sobbing. Both of them were so overcome with remorse and grief that they did not notice when Arthur entered in through the back door. He heard the gut wrenching sobs and immediately raced for the living room. He saw his daughter and wife clinging onto each other, with tears racing down the red faces. Both were inconsolable. “What is going on here?” he shouted above their sobs.

Molly stood and raced into his arms. “Oh Arthur, I’ve killed him! I’ve killed our baby!” she cried.

Ginny jumped up and threw herself at her parents crying even louder. “It was all my fault! I never should have laughed at him!” she sobbed.

Arthur was completely baffled. “Who did you kill? What is going on?” he demanded.

“Ron!” Molly cried. “I’ve killed Ron!”

“What?” Arthur shouted. “You’ve killed Ron?” He stared at the two distraught witches and wondered what was going on. How could they have killed Ron, there was no body lying around anywhere.

“He was a Weasel, daddy! And I laughed at him!” Ginny cried through the sobs.

“And then I used the Evanesco spell to get rid of him! He’s gone forever and its all my fault!” she said clutching onto her bewildered husband.

“Stop this damn caterwauling! Ron is a Weasel and you evanesco’d him? What the hell have the two of you been drinking today?” he demanded.

“Arthur Weasley! You know that I don’t drink!” Molly said indignantly.

Her husband snorted. “What is it you do with Minerva when the two of you start giggling like a couple of fifth years then?”

“I won’t even dignify that with an answer!” she sniffed.

“That’s because the two of you pour the firewhiskey in with your tea and you think that nobody notices,” he muttered to himself, loud enough for his wife to hear though.

“Daddy! What are we going to do about Ron? Where does the stuff that you Evanesco go to?”

“Are you serious? You really sent him away with that spell?” he asked in disbelief. “Why was he a Weasel?”

“Millie turned him into one. I brought him home to Mum for her to have a talk with him. He was acting like a chauvinistic pig! You should have heard the stuff he was saying!”

Just then a tap was heard at the window and an owl waiting for them to open it. “It’s a ministry owl,” Arthur said walking to the window and opening it.

“Oh god’s! They know already! I’ll be sent to Azkaban for killing my own son!” Molly sobbed again.

“No!” Ginny shouted. “You can’t go to Azkaban, Mum!” she said wrapping her arms around her mother’s ample belly and holding on tight.

“Calm down, nobody is going to Azkaban!” Arthur shouted above the crying.

“It’s all the Millicent Bulstrode’s fault! I don’t want that witch to be a part of this family!” Molly said with a sneer.

“Look’s like you have your wish, dear. She married Neville Longbottom this afternoon in a ceremony performed by Kingsley.”

“What?” Molly and Ginny gasped as one.

“I’ll read you the message.

Dear Mr. Ronald Weasley and Family;

Today at 3:30pm your engagement to Millicent Bulstrode was terminated due to her marriage to Neville Longbottom. A fine has been assessed and you will be compensated for your loss. Your name will be added to the next drawing, which will happen in approximately three month, unless you find a Witch suitable to your needs and marry before hand. Please find the enclosed Gringotts draft that will hopefully help in easing any pain and inconvenience you may have had as a result of this termination. I performed the marriage ceremony myself, and I can assure you that it is binding and legal.

Sincerely,

Kingsley Shacklebolt,
Minister of Magic


“Well I never!” Molly exclaimed. “First she turns him into a Weasel and then practically leaves him at the alter?”

“Mum! The wedding was still a few weeks away! That’s not at the alter!” Ginny said defending the girl for some reason.

“You defend her, Genevra Weasley?” Molly demanded. “After what she did to your brother?” she cried.

“It was his own fault!” Ginny said forgetting for a moment that her brother was now gone.

“Ginny!” her mother cried.

“Alright, enough. Molly, give me your wand. Sometimes we can trace the Evanesco spell and find the missing items. I’ll return as soon as I can!” He took her wand and apparated to the Ministry.

“I hope that your father can find him,” she whispered.

“He will, Mum,” Ginny, said, reverently hoping she was right.



“Harry, where will we live once we graduate?” Pansy asked as she kissed the side of his neck.

“Umm, I’m not sure. Where do you want to live?” he moaned.

“We can live at my parents Manor if you want,” she whispered as she darted her tongue inside his ear.

“Oh, that sends chills down my back,” he groaned.

“Living with my parents or my tongue?” she purred doing it again.

“Both.”

“Harry!” she said stopping.

Harry opened his eyes and looked into her stormy brown ones. “Pansy,” he whined. He didn’t want her to stop what she was starting.

“Harry! We need to discuss this. My parents aren’t that bad, really!” she said trying to convince him.

“Yeah, uh, I’m sure their great,” he said with a half-hearted smile. There was no way in hell that he was going to move in with her parents.

“By the way, Daddy wants to know when you are going to come and discuss the marriage settlements,” she said offhandedly.

“I was thinking Thursday night if McGonagall gives permission. Arthur Weasley is going to join me as well,” he said.

Pansy snorted. “What is it with your attachment to that family? Their so poor!” she said with a shiver as if it was a bad thing.

Harry pushed her off his lap and stood. “Pansy, perhaps we should make one thing clear between us. Please listen carefully, because this subject is not up for debate or discussion. The Weasley family is my family. They took me in and stood by me when nobody else would. Arthur and Molly Weasley have been the only parents that I have ever known, and the seven Weasley children, well six actually because Percy is a git, are like real brothers and Ginny a sister to me. I will allow nobody, and I mean nobody, to insult them in my presence. Are we clear on this subject, Pansy?” Harry asked harshly.

Pansy looked at him for a moment and then nodded. “Crystal,” she said. She knew how stubborn he was, and she also knew that he was loyal to a fault. She could live with the Weasley’s as family if it meant she got him as a husband. “So, what do you think of living at the Manor?” she asked changing the subject.

“I do own a home, and several properties that we could build on if you like, he said, relieved that the discussion about the Weasley’s was done.

“I won’t live in the Black family home, Harry. I went there once with Narcissa and Draco years ago, and that place gave me nightmares for weeks,” she said shuddering.

Harry smiled. “It is a little rough around the edges. We could fix it up though,” he said.

“Why? That place would fall in around our heads!”

Harry nodded. “You might be right,” he said thinking about the peeling walls and the cracked ceilings and floors.

“Harry, do you have as much money as gossip says? I mean, everyone talked about how much money the Potter family had, and then you inherited all of the Black money, and everyone knows that they had a ton.”

Harry laughed at his greedy soon to be bride. “Will you come to me with a large dowry?” he joked.

“I have a ton of money that my grandmother left me. She said that way my father could never disinherit me for marrying someone he didn’t approve of. I’m also an only child. My family isn’t as well off as before the war, but we still have a few million galleons at Gringotts.”

“Then I suspect that we will be quite comfortable, my dear,” he said pulling her back onto his lap.

“Hey! You didn’t answer my question!” she said.

“I have my financial statements to show your father. I am sure that he will be more than satisfied that I will be able to keep you in the manner that you are accustomed to.”

“Sometimes, Harry, you are so annoying! You’re as bad as Dumbledore was by answering a question with a riddle and never really giving any information away.

Harry laughed. “I’m loaded, Pansy. I couldn’t spend all of the money I have in two life times.”

She grinned. “I’ll help you then,” she giggled. “Did I tell you that I love to shop?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Then it’s a good thing that you have your own money,” he grinned. “I’d like to have something left to leave to our children.”

“How many children are you going to force me to bare?”

Harry snorted. “I am not going to force you to have any. The Ministry took care of that!”

“They only require us to have one,” she said.

Harry raised an eyebrow at her. “Is that how many you want?”

“I might be persuaded to have more, with the right incentive,” she said grinding her hips against his lap.

“And what kind of incentive would that be?” he said taking her full breast into his hand and squeezing gently.

“Oh, I’m like most girls, good sex, and some shiny trinkets,” she said as her hand snaked down the front of his trousers.

“Shiny trinkets?” he hissed when her hand enclosed his erection.

“You know, emeralds, diamonds, rubies, any colorful gemstone will do,” she said moving her hand up and down.

Harry moaned as he flicked her finger over his head. “How about a rhinestone?” he murmured.

“Very funny, Potter. That might get you a hand, but then again,” she said pulling her hand back out.

“Wait!” he cried. “How about pearls?”

She bent down and licked his lips. “They might match the color of your cum as you spray it across my breasts,” she said. “But you’d need to do better if you want to cum inside of me and produce a child,” she said seductively.

“A pink diamond to match you pretty little clit?” he said hoarsely.

“Mmm,” she said pushing her hand back down his pants. “I love pink. It would match the color of you cock after I have been sucking on it,” she said scooting off of his lap and kneeling down before him.

“Do you like amber?”

“No you’re getting cheap again, Harry,” she said stopping.

“You have the most spectacular amber eyes. I would dress you in nothing but amber stones to set off your beautiful eyes,” he groaned when he felt her unbuckle his pants.

“That was so sweet. I have always just thought that I had plain brown eyes.”

“There is nothing plain about you,” he said.

“I would love to be covered in Emeralds, the exact shade of your eyes. You have beautiful eyes, lover,” she said pulling his pants down to his ankles.

“I would buy you rubies to match the blush on your cheeks after I’ve made you scream my name,” he said thrusting his hips forward.

“Hmm, with all of these stones, that would be a lot of babies,” she said taking him deep into her throat.

“I want lots of babies, Pansy. I want a large family,” he cried as she ran her teeth along his shaft.

“I won’t be a broad mare, Harry.”

“Five,” he said shuddering with ecstasy.

“Two,” she said licking the underside of his balls.

“Four,” he said pulling her back to his aching cock by the hair.
“Three,” she said and bit his head softly.

“Four, and I’ll build you a brand new house wherever you want,” he groaned as he felt a finger insert into his tight hole.

“As large as I want?” she demanded thrusting the finger deeper and sucking again on his sac.

“Within reason. No more than ten bedrooms,” he moaned feeling himself getting close.

“A dozen bedrooms and as many bathrooms. I also want a formal living and dining room as well as a family room and a huge kitchen and an indoor pool.”

“Make me cum, Pansy, and it will be yours,” he cried.

“I want it by a lake as well,” she said slowing her pace.

“Yes, by a lake,” he moaned pulling her mouth back to his cock.

“Cum for me baby, cum now!” she whispered thrusting her finger deeper and sucking harder. A second later she pulled her mouth back and used her hand to make him spurt his essence all over the front of her chest. When he was finished she wiped a finger through it and brought it up to her lips for a taste. “Yummy,” she said.

“Why didn’t you swallow?” he asked.

“I wanted to see what color my new pearls were going to be,” she grinned.

“God’s, Pansy,” Harry laughed.


Romilda paced back and forth across the room waiting for Neville’s return. He had been gone hours and she was starting to worry. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been so reluctant to give in to him. Maybe she had pushed him to far this time. Every time the door opened she swung to look at it and then swore when it wasn’t him coming through the portrait.

“Would you stop pacing already!” Seamus Finnegan demanded.

“Shut up and leave me alone!” she hissed.

“What are you waiting for anyway?” Lavender Brown asked.

“None of your business!” she said turning for another round of pacing.

“What’s gotten into you today?” Pavarti Patil asked.

“Why does everyone want to know my business so badly?” she shrieked. “Can’t a witch have a bit of privacy around here?” she demanded.

The room broke up in roars of laughter. “In case you haven’t noticed, you are in a common room in a boarding school! There is nothing private around here,” Dean Thomas said with a laugh.

A house elf popped into the room in the midst of all of the laughter and stood directly in front of Romilda. “Headmistress said to give you this,” he said with a short bow.

She reached down and snapped the parchment out of his hand not bothering to thank him. She unrolled it and was shocked to see that it was from the Ministry of Magic.

Dear Miss Romilda Vain and Family;

Today at 3:30pm your engagement to Neville Longbottom was terminated due to his marriage to Millicent Bulstrode. A fine has been assessed and you will be compensated for your loss. Your name will be added to the next drawing, which will happen in approximately three month, unless you find a Wizard suitable to your needs and marry before hand. Please find the enclosed Gringotts draft that will hopefully help in easing any pain and inconvenience you may have had as a result of this termination. I performed the marriage ceremony myself, and I can assure you that it is binding and legal.

Sincerely,

Kingsley Shacklebolt,
Minister of Magic

“No!” she screamed in shock. “That bloody fucking, spineless, worthless, good for nothing Wizard!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “How dare he do this to me!” she raged. She tore through the common room ripping everything from the walls and the shelves screaming about how much she hated him. She raced to the table where Dean and Seamus were playing Wizarding chess and pulled the board out from the pieces and threw it at the wall. She then flung the pieces to the floor and proceeded to stomp on each one still screaming out her anger.

“Bloody hell, Witch!” Seamus shouted jumping back from her when she threw a book in his direction. “Watch it!” he shouted.

“What are you doing?” Lavender demanded when she pulled her book bag from the table and used the straps to fling it across the room at Dennis Creavey’s head.

“I’m going to kill him!” she screamed. “I am going to bloody fucking kill him!”

“What is going on in here?” Hermione demanded walking through the portrait into utter chaos. A second later she ducked as a chair was flung at her. She whipped out her wand and yelled, “Stupefy!” and immediately the girl stopped.

It was so quiet in the room you could have heard a pin drop, everyone was staring at the rabid girl with open mouths. “What is going on in here?” Hermione demanded.

Dean spoke first. “She got a message from a house elf and went nuts!” he said excitedly.

Hermione walked over to the girl who was still immobilized and saw that she was still clutching the message. Hermione pulled it from her fingers and read the message. She gasped and then paled. She flicked her wand at the stunned witch, releasing her from the spell and then pulled her out the door.

“Bloody hell!” Seamus said looking around in fright. “What the hell was that?”

“A really bad case of PMS?” Dean asked.


“Do you suppose everyone knows now?” Millie asked across the table.

Neville smiled and reached out and took his bride’s hand. “Don’t worry about it, everything will work out fine.”

“You know how Ron’s temper is,” Millie said with a sigh.

“He’ll rant and rave for a while and then be glad to be out of this match.”

“Neville, there is something that I should probably tell you,” she said avoiding looking in his eyes.

“Don’t, Millie,” he said gently.

“But…” she started.

“What ever it is doesn’t matter anymore.”

“But, Neville,” she started again.

“Millie, our life starts from this moment. Let’s not worry about whatever happened before this, alright?”

“We might have to, though,” she said looking up.

Neville sighed. “I can see you aren’t going to let this go until you get it out. Alright, tell me what you need to say.”

Millie looked at the handsome man in front of her and closed her eyes for a moment. He was so kind and gentle, and he had just saved her from a miserable life. She didn’t want to drop this bombshell on his lap, but she needed to be honest. “Neville, Ron and I had sex one night.”

Neville squeezed her hand. “I don’t care. What’s done is done.”

“That’s not all,” she whispered.

“Go on, then,” he said with a soft smile.

“We didn’t use any contraceptives,” she cried.

“Oh.”


A/N: How do you like that cliffie???? Little ron or not little ron???? poor neville, what did he get himself into???? review!