Potions and Parchment Match

Kingsley and Blaise arrived at the Burrow to find Molly and Ginny Weasley sobbing in Arthur’s arms. He looked ill at ease and lost, not knowing what to do with the two distraught witches in his arms. He patted their backs and offered them meaningless platitudes to help them feel better, but it did not seem to be working.

“Molly,” Kingsley said loudly to cut through the crying.

Both witches looked up and Molly gasped and Ginny jumped up and ran into Blaise’s arms.

“Blaise, why don’t you take Ginny outside for a walk,” Kingsley said.

“Is that appropriate? They’re not married yet,” Arthur objected. He couldn’t bare the thought of his precious, innocent daughter being left alone with a man, let alone the fact that she would be marrying him in less than two weeks.

Kingsley snorted. “They’ll be fine, Arthur. I’m sure that they are more unsupervised at Hogwarts than they are in your back yard,” he said with humor.

Arthur blushed and nodded. “I suppose you’re right. She is my only daughter though.”

“He’s my only son. Do you think she’ll seduce him?” Kingsley asked in mock horror.

Blaise chuckled and Ginny gasped in outrage. “Let’s go, love,” he said ushering her towards the door. “If you need us, just yell out the door.”

“Molly, where is your wand?” Kingsley asked.

“Here it is,” Arthur said, pulling it from the pocket of his robe.

Kingsley took it and turned it in his hand. “Was it the last spell that was used?”

Molly nodded. “I think so. I don’t think that I used it again,” she sobbed.

“Alright, Molly, I need you to calm down. This isn’t helping anyone,” he said. Not to mention the fact that the woman’s caterwauling was giving him a headache.

Kingsley sat in the chair and looked at Arthur. “There is a spell that we can use, but I can’t promise anything. It is dark arts though, and if anyone finds out that I used it, it could mean the end of my career,” he said. “We’ve been friends for a long time, and I know that I can trust you to keep this to yourself?” he asked

Molly and Arthur looked at each other and then at Kingsley. “Do you want us to swear a wizards oath?” Arthur asked.

“No, your word is good enough for me. After all, in two weeks time, we shall be in-laws,” he smiled.

“Please, Kingsley, see if you can bring my Ronnie back,” Molly cried.

Kingsley took his wand out and said, “Molly, I need you to watch this. It has to come from your wand. You flick, swish, and swirl, just like this,” he said motioning his wand.

Molly watched him do the movements twice and then tried to follow him for a third time. “Please, one more time,” she said. She needed to make sure that she got it right.

They practiced a couple more times until Kingsley thought that she had it perfect and then he said, “Alright, Molly, here is the incantation. Make sure that you enunciate each word. Retexo Defigo.” Kingsley picked up a book and said, “Is this valuable to you?” Both Weasley’s shook their head and Kingsley said, “Evanesco!” The book then disappeared. “Now, Molly, watch closely,” he said. “Retexo Defigo!” he enunciated and flicked, swished and swirled his wand into the air. A second later the book reappeared.

“Why is this considered dark magic, Kingsley?” Arthur asked.

“It was originally used to bring back people from death. If it is used within seconds of death, it is said to keep the person from dying.”

Molly gasped. “How is that possible?” she demanded.

“I don’t know, it just is.”

“Why is it not used then?”

“It is said that the person who comes back is never the same again. Most of the time, the person has such a drastic change in temperament that the family ends up killing the resurrected person again.”

“What will this do to Ron?” Molly demanded. “I wouldn’t want to change his personality!”

Kingsley bit back a bark of laughter. From what he knew of the youngest Weasley boy, he could stand a personality modification. “It won’t do anything. If he is still alive, he will return, and if he is dead, it is to late,” he said bluntly.

Molly gasped again. “He is alive!” she said with determination. She then pointed her wand and said, “Retexo Defigo!” At the same time the front door flung open and in walked the twins carrying a cage with a Weasel. The cage flew out of George’s hand and straight at their mother.

“Mum!” Fred and George yelled as one, reaching for their wands to stop her from being hurt.

“Stop!” Arthur shouted at his sons. “That’s Ron!”

Both boys watched as their mother frantically pulled the weasel out of the cage, dropped him to the floor and shouted a quick spell. Seconds later their younger brother lay on the floor curled in a ball.

“Oh Ron!” Molly yelled. “I’m so sorry!” she sobbed clutching him to her breast. “I didn’t know!” she cried, tears flowing down her face and soaking him.

“Mum!” he cried trying to sit up. He looked at his two brothers and glared.

Fred and George turned as one towards each other and then burst out into laughter. They doubled over clutching onto each other as tears streamed down their faces. Ron continued to glare and get more irate as the two of them howled with laughter. Ron jumped up and shouted, “They were going to chop my bits off!”

“What?” Arthur and Molly asked. “What are you talking about?” Molly demanded.

“They wanted to chop my bits off and use me for an aging potion!” he yelled over the laughter of the twins.



Harry and Draco sat in the Great Hall watching as Hermione and Pansy sat at the end of the table giggling. Neither one of them could figure out why girls giggled.

“I can’t believe that Neville and Millie got married,” Harry said. “What an odd couple.”

“You can say that again! I never would have paired the two of them up,” Draco agreed.

“I wonder if they were both so miserable with the ministry’s match that anyone would have looked good to them.”

“Can you blame them? I know he’s your friend, but Ron is a bit of a wanker, and Romilda Vain? Who would want to be stuck with her? I’d rather turn in my wand!” he said in disgust.

“I know that Neville was thinking about it. He didn’t want to be married to her either.” Harry chose to ignore the wanker comment, because he honestly couldn’t dispute it.

“So I wonder what will happen to Ron and Romilda now?”

“I think they deserve each other,” Harry said and then flinched. He had just wished that evil witch on his best friend. “If you tell anyone that I said that, I’ll deny and then hex you into next year,” he warned.

Draco laughed. “I see Pansy is rubbing off on you,” he said with a grin.

Harry grinned as well. “Perhaps a little. She’s already talked me into building her a new house and showing her with jewels.”

Draco laughed. “How’d she do that?”

“Great blow-jobs and the promise of four children,” he grinned.

“You got her to agree to four children?” he asked incredulously.

Harry smirked. “She wants my body,” he said.

“Or your Gringotts account!” Draco howled. “I don’t even think I can talk Hermione into four children.”

Hermione walked up behind him and leaned down and kissed his ear lobe. “Do you want four children, dear?” she purred.

Draco gulped when he felt the heat of desire race straight to his pants. “I’ll give you as many as you want, love,” he groaned.

Harry laughed. “Who’s the boss in your relationship, Draco?”

Draco grinned. “Hermione is,” he said.

Harry laughed until Pansy said, “Who’s the boss in our relationship, love?” as her hand snaked down his thigh and curled around his already thickening cock.

“You are, dear,” he moaned.

Pansy looked at Hermione who was smirking back at her. “See how easy it was to train them?”

Hermione grinned. “We are equal everywhere but the bedroom,” she said. “There, we take turns being the boss.”

Harry smiled. Hermione was always the diplomat. Pansy liked to have her way and be in charge and he was fine with that as long as she didn’t get to carried away or embarrasses him. To him, this was good-humored fun and it was all right.

“Harry, would you like to take a walk with me?” Pansy asked rubbing her chest against his back.

Harry gulped. “I would more than anything like to take a walk with you, but I can’t. I have a paper due in transfigurations tomorrow and I haven’t finished it,” he said.

Pansy looked disappointed, but she nodded. “Tomorrow then?” she purred.

“Definitely,” he said. He pulled her down closer to him and said, “I don’t particularly want a walk, I was thinking more in the lines of getting you naked and under me,” he whispered.

Pansy grinned and whispered back, “I was planning on getting you under me,” she said.

“That works, too,” he said crushing his lips into hers.

Hermione and Draco watched in amusement. “Who would ever have thought that the two of them would get along so well,” Hermione mused.

“She’s loved him forever,” Draco said.

“Who would have ever thought of the two of you together,” Harry said with a smirk.

“She’s loved him forever,” Pansy said.

“I have not!” she denied, cheeks flaming.

“You know you have,” Draco argued kissing her softly. “You were just afraid to admit it.”

“I’ll admit that they day you admit that you loved me,” she said.

Draco laughed. “I just loved your breasts,” he said and then yelped when she hit him on the head with her wand.

“I wonder what Weasley said when he found out that his fiancé ditched him for Neville Longbottom,” Pansy said.

“He’ll be furious. He’s already mad at Neville,” Hermione said.

Harry nodded. “He’ll blow a gasket.”

“What’s he mad at Neville for? I thought that they were friends,” Draco said.

“They were until he found out that Neville shagged his sister during the war,” Pansy grinned.

“How do you find out all the gossip so fast?” Hermione asked, impressed with the girls knowledge.

“I have my ways,” she grinned.


Neville and Millie layed next to each other on the king sized bed. Both of them were stiff and had their hands down at their sides. They were both fully dressed. It was awkward for both of them and neither one was sure of what to say.

“So,” Neville said.

“Yeah,” Millie said.

“Millie,” he said turning on his side and leaning on his elbow. “Can I kiss you?” he asked licking his lips.

Millie softly smiled and pushed the hair the fell into his eyes back. “You’re my husband, you don’t have to ask,” she said.

“I didn’t want to rush you. It’s not like we know each other all that well,” he said leaning his face closer to hers.

She reached her hand up around his neck and pulled him down closer. “So kiss me then,” she said closing her eyes.

He watched her for a second and then brushed his lips gently against hers. He watched as he eyes flew open. He smiled.

“That wasn’t the kind of kiss I was hoping for, Neville,” she huskily whispered.

“Really?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “Perhaps you should show me what you want, wife,” he said.

She pushed him over onto his back and then leaned over him. She bent down and lightly kissed his forehead, then his eyes, his chin, his cheek and finally, his lips. She pressed hers firmly against his and licked them. He moaned and she took advantage of his open lips to thrust her tongue inside. She used one hand to run it threw his hair and the other to hold the side of his face. She loved the way he smelled, the way that he tasted. She felt desire run through her body and was surprised by it. She never thought that she would be sexually attracted to Neville.

He reached up and pulled her across his body so that she layed over him. She opened his legs so that she could comfortably drape over him. He then squeezed her tightly against his chest and kissed her back with his pent up passion. It had been a long time since he had been intimate with a woman. He rubbed his hand along her back and down towards her buttocks and gently squeezed again. He liked the feeling of her body. She was soft and firm at the same time. He had never like tiny, petite women and was glad that this full figure witch was now his wife.

“Millie, we don’t have to do this,” he whispered, but prayed that she would consent.

“Don’t you want me, Neville?” she asked in surprise. She had that he had been enjoying himself.

“Can’t you feel how much I want you, Millie?” he asked, grinding his hips against hers.

She smiled at him. “I want you, Neville.”

“I’m glad, because I want you as well,” he said kissing her again.

“Neville, you don’t think badly of me do you?” she asked shyly.

He stopped and looked at her. “Why would I think badly of you?” he asked.

“Because of Ron,” she said. “We just performed a pregnancy test, and now here I am about to have sex with you,” she said.

“I told you, what is done is done. We can’t change the past. He’s in your past, but thank god he won’t be part of our future.”

“I was so afraid that I was pregnant and I would be bound to him,” she said.

“I was worried as well. I honestly wasn’t looking forward to having him be a part of our lives.”

“Do you want babies, Neville?”

“I want several. I grew up as an only child. I would like to have several so that they never know what it is like to sit in that lonely manor wishing for a brother or sister to play with,” he said.

“I have a brother. He wasn’t much fun to be around,” she said.

“Will your family be upset about our elopement?”

“They won’t care. Its just my dad and my brother, and neither one of them care what I do,” she sadly said.

“Well, now we have each other, and I will care what you do,” he said kissing her. He reached down to his pocket and grabbed his wand. He flicked it and they were both naked.

“That was fast,” she giggled.

He rolled her over and pined her to the soft mattress. “I can show you really fast if you’d like,” he joked.

“Has it been awhile?”

He nodded and reached down and cupped her full breast in his hand. “Don’t worry, I know how to please a woman,” he said and then took her pert nipple into his mouth.

She moaned and wrapped her fingers through his hair. “That feels so good,” she whimpered. She felt the sparks of desire shoot deep down inside of her body and felt herself begin to moisten.

He released that nipple and went to the other. He gently took it between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue. He rubbed her side and then brought it up to cup her breast again as he bit her nipple harder. She cried out in delight and he did the same to the other. He then ran his hand down to her hip where he gently squeezed. He liked her rounded hips and full arse. She was pleasantly plump in all of the right places and her soft feminine body turned him on.

She pushed her hips up against him and he felt her pelvic crush into his hard member. He moaned and pushed against her, grinding his hips into her softness. He took her lips once more and crushed his against her, thrusting his tongue deep into her hot mouth. He swirled his tongue around playing with hers, causing fire to race through her blood.

He slowly slid down her body trailing it with kisses until he reached the apex of her thighs. He pushed her legs wider apart and then lowered his head and trailed wet kisses on each thigh. He felt her quiver with desire and he could smell the muskiness of it. He could see wetness glistening on her pale curls and he reached his thumb up to rub her center of desire.

Millie moaned at the first touch of his hand on her core. He was gentle, yet firm. He knew just how to touch her to arouse her desire. When she felt his hot breath on her and then his tongue on her clit she almost came. He inserted his finger deep inside her wet channel and sucked her swollen clit at the same time. She thrust her hips up against his mouth and ground herself against him to create more friction. She needed to feel him deeper inside of her; her body ached for his possession.

Neville lapped up her wetness up and sucked harder on her clit making her cry out in ecstasy. He could feel her tight passage start to quiver around his fingers and he removed them, licked her once more and then positioned himself at her hot opening. He thrust inside of her and immediately felt her body convulse around his throbbing cock. He pushed deep inside of her and he felt her push up against him, meeting each thrust. He thrust in and out as she cried his name and spasmed out of control. He thrust deeper and faster and then felt his own body clench, his sac tighten up, and then he shot his thick cum deep inside against her womb. “Millie,” he hoarsely cried.

She felt his seed flood her body and pulled him tighter against her, delighting in the strength of him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him gently. “You were wonderful, Neville,” she softly whispered.

“I wanted to impress you with what a good lover I was, but its been so long that I couldn’t control myself,” he said.

“You did impress me. Look how fast you made me cum, and I came first!” she giggled.

“I hope that I didn’t disappoint you, Millie,” he said kissing her gently.

“Neville, I don’t think that you could ever disappoint me. I’ll never forget this night, as long as we live,” she vowed.

He pulled her on top of him and smiled wickedly. “The nights not over yet, wife,” he said.

“I like that,” she smiled.

“The night ahead of us?”

“No, you calling me wife,” she whispered.

“I’m so happy that you are my wife, Millie,” he said kissing her lips.

“I’m so happy that you are my husband, Neville,” she said kissing him back.



A/N: You know its funny, not a single person wanted Millie and Neville to have Ron's baby...poor Ron, what it must be like to be so hated...lol. So review already!!!!