Potions and Parchment Match

Hermione pulled Romilda out of the common room and drug the screaming girl up the stairs and down the corridor to the room of requirements. They paced outside of the room for a few moments and then a door appeared, all the while Romilda still screamed and cursed Neville.

“I can’t believe that slimy git did this to me!” she shouted again.

Hermione flopped down on the couch that was in the room and tried not to snort. She knew that Romilda never loved Neville, and in fact didn’t even want to be married to him. “Why are you so upset about this?” she asked when the girl finally stopped screaming.

“Wouldn’t you be upset if your fiancé dumped you for Millicent Bulstrode?” she demanded.

“It’s not like you loved him, Romilda. You didn’t even like him!”

“That’s not the point, Hermione! He was mine and he had no right to go off and marry someone else while we were planning our wedding!”

“So you are just mad that he dumped you?”

“Aren’t you listening?” she shouted.

“I am just trying to understand why you are so angry. I thought that you would have been relieved. You have been going on for the past two weeks about how unhappy you are with this match!”

“Yeah, but at least he had a bunch of galleons! I could get stuck with a poor wizard like Ron Weasley now!” she screeched.

Hermione frowned. “Is that all you care about?” she demanded.

“Would you want to marry a poor man?” she demanded back. “You’re about to marry into the Malfoy family! They have more money that anyone else! You don’t know what its like to be poor!”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Its not like your family is poor, Romilda. You have…”

“But we’re not rich! I wanted to be rich!” she shouted.

Hermione thought that Neville was lucky to have gotten away from this shrew. She hoped that Ron would be too. “There is nothing that you can do about it now. You were compensated by Neville, and it’s done.”

“This is not over!” she screamed. “If it’s the last thing that I ever do, I will get back at them for ruining my life!”

“How can you blame this on them?” Hermione demanded. “Did you ever once treat Neville with respect? Did you try to get along with him?”

“Why would I?” she demanded. “He is so far beneath me,” she hissed.

“So if that is how you feel about him, why did you want to marry him?” Hermione asked, perplexed.

“Keep up or take notes, Granger!” she yelled. “I told you! I wanted his money!”

“Oh honestly!” Hermione said in exasperation. “I am sure that there are other Wizards who have money. Perhaps you can go to Bolivia or somewhere and look for one.”

“Funny,” Romilda hissed, walking towards the door. “I should have known you would side with Neville!”

Hermione watched as the girl stormed out the door. She worried about what the girl would try to get even with Neville and Millie. She stood and walked slowly towards the door, giving the angry young woman enough time to disappear down the corridor so that she wouldn’t have to speak with her again.

“Perfect timing, lover,” a deep voice said as wet lips covered hers.

“Draco,” she whispered.

“Who else would kiss you in the corridor?” he said smiling.

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tighter. “Only you, lover,” she said grinding her hips against him.

“Hmmm,” he growled.

“Draco, did you hear about Millie and Neville?” she asked pulling back.

Draco raised his eyebrows in question and shook his head. “No, what’s up?”

“They got married today,” she said.

“What?” Draco gasped. “Millie married the witless wonder?” he demanded.

“Draco!” Hermione scolded.

“What?” he innocently asked.
“You know that he is my friend!”

Draco grinned. “I know, love, but you have to admit he is a bit on the slow side,” he said.

“I think that you have never given him a chance! He did a lot to help Harry during the war. If he hadn’t cut off Nagini’s head, the last Horcruxe wouldn’t have been destroyed. That took a lot of courage!”

“I don’t doubt his bravery for one moment, its his intelligence, or lack there of that I was commenting on,” he snickered.

Hermione glared at him and then shook her head. “He has a higher grade in Herbology than you do,” she said.

Draco snorted. “What good is Herbology?”

“Well, Mr. Potions master, if you need to ask that then maybe you aren’t as bright as you seem to think you are!” she said flipping her hair angrily back off of her shoulders.

“Alright, wait a second. Let’s not let this get out of hand now. I’ll give you that I don’t know Longbottom very well, but lets look at how many cauldrons he’s blown up in the past seven years.”

“If Professor Snape didn’t pick on him so bad he would have had some confidence!” Hermione argued.

Draco sighed and then pulled his angry girlfriend back into his arms. “I’m sorry. Let’s just forget about this, alright?”

Hermione smirked. “Did the great and powerful Draco Malfoy just apologize?” she asked.

“If you’re going to be ungrateful about it!” he glared.

Hermione giggled. “Let’s go back to our room, and I’ll show you how grateful I can really be,” she whispered seductively.

Draco immediately grinned. “Promise?” he whispered in her ear as he flicked his tongue across the sensitive lobe.

A shiver of desire raced down her spine. “Definitely,” she grinned in anticipation.

“I know the spell to test for pregnancy,” Neville told her softly.

“Isn’t it too soon to find out?” she asked.

“This spell will tell you the day of conception,” he said picking up her hand from across the table.

Millie lowered her eyes for a moment and felt as if she were going to cry. “I’m sorry Neville,” she whispered.

“There is nothing to be sorry about. We’ll deal with whatever comes up, together,” he said rubbing her hand.

“This is supposed to be our wedding night,” she argued.

“And it still is. Let’s go back to our hotel room and I’ll do the spell on you. Then we can move on from there. No sense crying over spilled potions is what my grandmother always says.”

Millie smiled. “My mum used to say that as well,” she whispered softly.

Neville signed his name to their bill and they left the restaurant. It wasn’t the romantic dinner he had hoped for, but there relationship was not a normal one. He hoped that she wasn’t pregnant, as it would create many more problems, but they would take each day as it came. A few minutes later they arrived in the lobby of their hotel and quickly made their way up the stairs to their room.

They stood awkwardly for a moment inside of the doorway and then Neville smiled gently at her and ushered her further into their room. It was a nice room with a large bed and bright sapphire blue decorations and bed coverings. He pushed her towards the bed and said, “Why don’t you lie down and I can do this.”

“Neville, how do you know this spell?” she asked.

“I learned it when a girl I was seeing thought that she might be pregnant,” he said. He thought about when Ginny had been late and he had been terrified of her carrying his child. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the youngest Weasley; he just didn’t want to spend his life in her volatile family.

“It was a false alarm, I take it?”

Neville nodded. “Yeah.”

“Neville, who was she? I mean I know it was in your past and that its really none of my business, but I am curious,” she said.

Neville thought for a moment. “You know, its kind of ironic. The first time I did this spell was for the sister of the man who might have impregnated you,” he said.

“Ginny Weasley?” she gasped.

Neville nodded. “It was just a sex thing. It was during the war and neither one of us wanted to die a virgin. We decided to experiment with each other.”

Millie giggled. “I can’t picture the two of you together,” she said.

Neville laughed. “Me either, and I slept with her,” he said.

Millie layed back on the soft bed and smiled. “What do I need to do?” she asked.

“I need you to raise your blouse. I will mutter and incantation and wave my wand. It won’t hurt you. If it glows blue it’s a boy, if it glows pink, it’s a girl, and if it doesn’t glow at all, you’re not pregnant.”

“What if its twins?” she quipped.

“Oh gods!” Neville said. “I forgot about how prolific the Weasley family was, and all of the twins that ran through their line.”

Millie paled. “I didn’t know that,” she groaned.

“Just relax a moment. No sense getting upset for what might not be,” he said. He quickly muttered the spell and waved his wand over her exposed midriff. “Well,” he said looking at her.

She looked down at her belly and then her eyes flew to his. “Neville,” she whispered.

Arthur raced through the ministry corridor’s looking for the Minister of Magic. He needed to find out where Ron had been sent to and the person who analyzed the wands had just left for a two-week vacation. Molly would kill him if he came home without any information. It had been several hours since the accident occurred and he wondered if his son was all right.

“Can I help you, Mr. Weasley?” his secretary asked.

“I need to see Kingsley right away, it’s an emergency!” he said frantically.

“The minister has already left for the evening, sir,” she said. She figured she knew what he was there about, and she wasn’t about to bother the minister for something as trivial as an upset father whose son was dumped.

“I need to find him immediately! My son was accidentally evanesco’d! Where does the stuff go that we flick away with our wands?” he demanded.

The secretary immediately sat up. “How did you accidentally Evanesco you son?” she demanded.

“One of the students turned him into a Weasel and my daughter brought him home to my wife. She didn’t realize it was him and she evanesco’d him to get the rodent out of our home. She has a phobia of rodents,” he said.

The secretary looked at him as if she didn’t believe him for a moment and then she said, “Let me see if I can get the Minister for you. I believe that you need to speak with Walter Spooker though,” she said.

“He just left for a two-week vacation. Is there anyone else who is taking his place while he is gone?”

She shook her head. “Not that I am aware of. Let me try calling the Minister. I’ll be right back,” she said quickly walking into his office and closing the door firmly behind her.

Arthur paced the office for a few moments impatiently waiting for the witch to reappear. He was worried about his son, and he was worried about his wife and daughter. They had both been do distraught and eaten up with guilt. He had never stopped to think about where evanesco’d things went, and he never once dreamed that he would be frantically trying to find out.

He knew that Ron was a little bit on the strange side; he and Percy definitely took after their mother’s side of the family. Both of them were self absorbed and only thought of what was best for them. He knew that Ron was a bit of a chauvinistic git, but he figured age would cure him of those tendencies. He never dreamed the ministry would come up with a law to marry such young children together.

“Mr. Weasley, Minister said that he would meet you at your home in an hour, and to bring the wand that was used with you. He can’t get there any sooner as he is in the middle of something else.”

Arthur nodded, quickly thanked the witch and then raced down the hall to the apparation point. He then apparated to his home.


“That was the strangest thing that I have ever heard,” Kingsley said to his son. They were sitting in an Italian restaurant eating steaming bowls of pasta and dipping their bread in the hot sauce.

Blaise nodded his head. “I was there at lunch when Millie brought Ron to Ginny. I don’t know what he did to set her off, but she definitely turned him into a weasel I can’t believe that they evanesco’d him.” He reached across the table to the cloth covered basked and helped himself to another piece of bread.

Kingsley shook his head. “Millie told me that she had turned him, but I assumed that someone had turned him back, and I didn’t think anything of it. Molly must be insane with grief!”

“I bet Ginny is feeling bad as well. Can I join you at the Weasley’s? Ginny might need me,” he said sheepishly.

Kingsley smiled. “Sure. I have an idea of what I might be able to do. Sometime you can do a reverse spell if it was the last thing that the wand has done. Only the person who used the wand last can reverse it though. It doesn’t always work, and definitely not with forbidden curses or any of that type.” He reached out and pulled the bottle of wine from the canister of ice. “Would you like another glass?”

“Sure,” he said holding out his glass. “Are you talking about retexo defigo?”

Kingsley looked sharply at the young man before him. “How did you know that spell?” he asked pouring the red wine into the glass that his son held out.

“My mum taught it to me. I was a bit wild when I was younger and I kept breaking things when I was learning to use my wand. My mum taught it to me because she was tired of fixing everything and bringing back all of the things that I made disappear.”

“You know that it is a form of dark magic?”

Blaise shrugged. “Doesn’t surprise me. Mum has always dabbled in the dark arts.” He took a long pull from his glass and smiled. He loved the taste of a good red wine.

“You are so flippant about dark arts. This surprises me,” he said with raised eyebrows.

“I grew up with my mum, and then went into the Slytherin house. Of course dark arts are a daily part of my life,” he said with another shrug.

“You know that the Weasley family is very much on the light side?”

“Yeah, its not a problem. The war is over, and I don’t practice the dark arts on my own. Ginny would probably kill me for even saying that work out loud,” he said with a grin.

Kingsley nodded, willing to change the subject. “You’ll have your hands full with that witch,” he grinned. He picked up his wine glass and sipped. He enjoyed a good red wine.

Blaise smiled wolfishly. “And I am very much looking forward to it.”

Kingsley laughed. “You are my son,” he said proudly. He too, liked women who offered hi a challenge. He held up his glass to his son and said, “To a challenge.”

Blaise grinned. “To a challenge, and the rewards that follow!”

Kingsley grinned and clinked his glass. It was amazing how a child that was raised far away from a parent could, in the end; turn out so much like the absent parent.

“Are you sure he’s not rabid or something?” George asked his brother as they watched the weasel scurry back and forth in its cage trying to get out.

“I don’t think so. It’s a bit hyper though, isn’t it?”

“I didn’t realize they had so much fight in them,” George said with a grin. “This could be entertaining.

“Do you know what a find he was? I can’t wait to cut his bits off and try that aging potion!”

George squeezed his legs together and grimaced. “Ouch, mate!”

“Yeah, but just think about all the galleons will make with the potion! He won’t need them anymore anyway,” Fred said.

“Yeah, I guess a dead weasel won’t be getting laid.”

At the word dead the weasel went ballistic in its cage. He scurried back and fort trying to find a way out of its confined space. “I really think that it understands us,” Fred said.

“Should we hex it? I don’t want it to hurt itself before we finish taking the parts off that we need.”

Fred nodded. “Might be a good idea. When do you want to start the potion?”

“How about tomorrow night? I’m supposed to meet Luna and her father for dinner, and then I’m free.”

“Won’t work for me. I’m supposed to take Angelina to her parents for dinner. They’re still mad at us for eloping. They wanted to give her a wedding and all that rot.”

George laughed. “I don’t envy you,” he said.

“What about you? Being saddled with Looney. That’s going to suck for you, mate!”

George scowled. “Don’t call her that. She’s not loony.”

Fred looked at his brother in amazement. “What’s gotten into you?” he demanded.

“I just don’t want you to call her that. She is being pretty good about this marriage and about Natalie. She deserves better than my brother calling her loony.”

Fred searched his brother’s eyes and found something that he wasn’t expecting. “You love her, don’t you?” he demanded.

“What?” he exclaimed. “No! How could I love someone I barely know?” he demanded.

Fred just shook his head. “I never thought that I would see the day that George Weasley fell in love and settled down. Next thing I know you’ll feel sorry for this rodent and let him go!” he said in faked misery.

George snorted. “Feel free to chop his ball and what ever other parts you want from him, mate. Sympathy will not overrule galleons!”

“Alright then, how about the day after tomorrow? I’m free for the day,” he said.

“Works for me. Who’s going to feed him in the meanwhile?”

“Why don’t we take him over to Mum’s? It will be fun to see her scream.”

George grinned. “You, brother mine, are evil.”

“Yes, and that is why you love me so much!”

“Perhaps, but don’t let that get around, I wouldn’t want to ruin my reputation.”

“When do you want to go to Mum’s?”

“How about now?”

“Kingsley is going to be here within the hour. Apparently he might know of a way to help.”

“Do you still have my wand?” Molly asked.

“Yes. I have it in my pocket.”

“Well, let me have it. I might as well get supper started.”

“I don’t think that you should use your wand until the Minister arrives.”

“Why ever not, Arthur?”

“I read about spells that can be reversed if it was the last spell cast. If you use it, we might not be able to find Ron again.”

Molly paled. “I can’t believe that he is gone!” she sobbed. She thought that she could cry no longer, but the tears just kept coming.


“Don’t cry, dear,” her husband soothed. “It won’t help matters,” he said.

Molly sobbed all the harder. “I’ve killed my son!”

Ginny, who was sitting in the corner started sobbing again as well. “Its all my fault!” she cried rushing into her mother’s arms. “I shouldn’t have laughed!”

“Oh, my poor little Ron!” Molly whimpered.

Arthur wrapped the two of them into his arms and prayed that Kingsley would have a solution.


A/N: allright, here is finally an update. sorry for the delay, but my grandmother was here visiting from minnesota and it was hard to write while she was here. please review and let me know what you think...did you like that little cliffie with Neville and Millie???