Potions and Parchment Match

Luna stood in the guest bedroom of the Weasley home with Hermione and Ginny. She was holding a bouquet of winter roses that Draco had brought from his mother’s greenhouse when he had heard that red roses were her favorite flower. He really was turning out to be a very sweet man. Hermione was fussing over the train of her red gown and Ginny was adjusting her hair. Soon, they pronounced her perfect.



Luna gazed into the full-length mirror and smiled. She looked lovely and knew that George would be pleased. He had been surprisingly prude for a man who had already gotten one woman pregnant and she couldn’t wait to dispense with the ceremony and leave for their honeymoon. He had been driving her to distraction for weeks with his hot kisses. She couldn’t wait to consummate their relationship. She knew that Hermione and Draco had and she half suspected that Ginny and Blaise had as well, but Ginny was being surprisingly closed mouthed about the entire thing.



“You look beautiful,” Hermione said.



“George is going to melt be enthralled when he sees you,” her future sister-in-law said. “I see you are wearing the bracelet that he got you for Christmas.”



Luna smiled when she thought of that morning. They had all gotten up early and celebrated the Christmas holiday. They had prepared a huge breakfast and then they had opened presents. Luna had sat in a rocker holding Natalie in her arms softly singing a lullaby to her when George handed her a gaily-wrapped package. She had softly smiled up at him and adjusted the baby onto her shoulder and taken the gift. She kissed the beautiful baby on the forehead and then slowly opened the present.



“Do you want me to hold her while you do that?” George had asked.



“No, she’s fine. I enjoy holding her,” she said as she finished pulling the paper off the small jewelry box. She managed to flip the lid off with her thumb and gasped when she saw the beautiful bracelet. It was set in yellow gold and imbedded with several different colored and shaped stones. She immediately fell in love with it. “Oh George! Its so beautiful!” she cried. “Please fasten it on me,” she asked with a tear dripping down her cheek.



George softly wiped the tear away and kissed her full lips and then fastened it on her right wrist. “It looks perfect on you,” he said with a smile.



“I’ll never again take it off,” she vowed.



“Luna?” Hermione giggled. She was used to the young woman going off into her own world somewhere.



“Huh?” she said blinking several times.



Ginny and Hermione looked at each other, shook their heads and then Hermione said, “Its time.”



Luna grinned. “I have waited forever for this moment in my life,” she said.



“I hope that George makes you happy,” Ginny said. She couldn’t imagine her prankster brother as a husband and a father.



“He already does,” she said walking towards the door. “Can someone call Daddy?” she asked.



“I’ll do it,” Ginny said. She opened the door and peeked out making sure that nobody was around to see the bride before it was time. When the coast was clear she made her way out to the kitchen where Xeno was engaged in a conversation with her father. “Mr. Lovegood, Luna is ready for you,” she said with a smile.



Xeno smiled jovially and said, “Excuse me, Arthur, my baby is ready,” and hurried towards the room where his daughter waited.



Arthur and Ginny watched him rush off and then turned and broke into laughter. “At least he isn’t wearing that obnoxious hat that he usually likes so much,” Arthur said.



Xenophillius Lovegood was wearing a bright purple robe with a bright red sash across the shoulders. He had a huge pansy tucked under each shoulder that he said was for good luck. On the tops of his shiny black shoes were the corpses of Chinese frogs, which he said helped to promote fertility. Arthur had laughed out loud at this as the Weasley family had proven to be quite fecund. On each wrist he wore a rose quartz stone carved to look like a turtle that he said promoted happiness and tranquility. He was a very brave man to walk around in public decorated as he was.



“Dad, do me a favor,” Ginny said trying to hold back her mirth.



“What is it love?” he snickered.



“Don’t dress up for my wedding like that!” she cried and they both collapsed into each other’s arms in fits of laughter.



“What’s so funny?” Blaise asked, coming in through the back door and finding his fiancé and her father laughing.



Ginny giggled and walked up to him, reaching for his hand. “You’ll see,” she said leading him out the door.



A moment later Hermione followed them out and the two young witches stood by the entrance of the tent waiting for Luna and her father. A second later they appeared and then the music started. First Ginny and then Hermione slowly walked down the isle followed by Victoire, Fleur and Bill’s daughter. A moment later Luna and her father started their bridal walk.



“Are you sure you want to do this, love? We can always disappear to Africa together and search out Snork’s.”



Luna smiled. “I can’t think of anything I want more than to be George’s wife and Natalie’s mother,” she said. She had a huge grin plastered on her face and she almost dragged her father down the isle to her waiting groom.



When they stood before George he reached out and took her hand. He was enthralled with her beauty. Her blond hair was piled on her head with tiny curls escaping in tendrils framing her face. She was wearing a ruby and diamond necklace with matching earrings that he knew belonged to her mother. Her eyes sparkled as bright as the diamonds did with unshed tears. He was shocked to see the love shinning in her eyes. Her dress was low cut in the front emphasizing her swollen breasts and he felt a stab of desire shoot through him. “Luna,” he whispered.



Together they turned and faced the Minister of Magic who was there to perform the ceremony.







The music blared and the young couples laughed and danced as the older couples sat talking and smiling as they watched their offspring. The ceremony had been beautiful and Molly had cried when she watched her son kiss his new bride. She had been a little hesitant on whether the two of them would make a good match, but she saw the way the young woman looked at George and how she held Natalie. She could see how George looked at her with thinly veiled desire and could see how protective of her he was. She had heard Fred call her Looney and how angry it had made George. She was happy to believe that maybe her prankster son was finally going to mellow out and grow up.



She watched him swing his bride around and the two of them fall back together with a laugh. She saw as he reached down and squeezed her arse. The little pervert! She taught him better than that! Then she looked down to the squirming bundle in her arms and sighed. She’d taught him better than THAT as well, and it seemed neither lesson had sunk in with that one.



Molly turned and watched as her youngest son wandered around the room alone. She was still disappointed that his fiancé had eloped with someone else, but if she was honest with herself, she couldn’t imagine marrying a man who was such a chauvinistic wizard. When Arthur had told her what had been said in their conversation he had to hold her back from hexing him again. Where did that boy get his ideas. She watched as he sat down at a table with an older witch who was probably in her early thirties. She watched him grin and the witch shyly smile back.



“Arthur, who is that witch?” she demanded of her husband.



Arthur looked to where his wife was pointing and shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never scene her before,” he said.



Molly furrowed her brow as she watched the two of them stand up and walk towards the dance floor. Who was that woman? “Honey, take the baby,” she said, thrusting her granddaughter into her husbands arms.



She slowly made her way around to the table that Zeno was sitting at. Perhaps she was one of his relatives. “Zeno, do you know who that witch is that is dancing with Ron?”



Zeno squinted and looked out over the dance floor. He shook his head. “No idea. Haven’t seen her before, but I wouldn’t mind an introduction,” he said wiggling his eyebrows.



Molly rolled her eyes and moved on. She saw Kingsley sitting at a table with Ginny and Blaise and decided to see if they knew who she was. As she approached the table she watched as her daughter leaned forward and kissed her fiancé and saw how he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her across the table onto his lap. They continued to kiss in front of the Minister and the entire room. “Ginevra Molly Weasley!” she hissed pulling her daughter up. “You are not married to my daughter yet, Mr. Zabini!” she scolded with a glare. “I’ll thank you to keep your hands and your lips to yourself!”



Kingsley had watched as the Weasley matriarch had approached and tried to kick his son’s foot under the table in warning, but he had been to lost in Ginny to notice. Now he tried to hold back his grin as the irate woman scolded the two of them.



“You two should be ashamed of yourselves behaving this way! And at your brothers wedding!” she hissed. “I can’t believe that you’re behaving like a common floozy, Ginny!”



Ginny rolled her eyes and sighed. “Mum, I’m of age now! Stop treating me like a child!” she said stomping her foot.



“You are not of age, and won’t be until August!” Molly shouted.



Ginny shouted back, “If the damned Ministry of Magic says that I am old enough to marry, then I am of age, Mum!”



“How dare you talk like that to me, young lady!” Molly said grabbing her arm roughly.



Ginny wrenched her arm away and shouted, “I am not a child and you will not treat me like one! Let go of my arm! Come, Blaise!” she said turning and storming away.



Blaise looked from his irate fiancé to his stunned father to his soon to be mother-in-law that was obviously irate and jumped up and chased after Ginny. He was soon to marry her, and he had to live with her. Molly might be scary, but he’d been on Ginny’s bad side before and had no intention of being there again.



“Kingsley! Can’t you control that son of yours?” she demanded in anger.



Kingsley laughed. “Molly, let them be. They’ll be married soon.”



“She is still my daughter!” she hissed. She turned and looked at her youngest son who was grinding on the dance floor with the unknown witch. He was making more of a spectacle of himself than Ginny did! “Kingsley, who is that witch with Ron?” she demanded.



He looked out onto the dance floor and shook his head. “I have no idea. I’ve never seen her before,” he said.



Molly was torn between chasing after Ginny and going out onto the dance floor and demanding whom the witch was that he was basically shagging on the dance floor. Deciding that what he was doing was more embarrassing she started to walk out there when Fred stopped her. “Do you see baby Ronnie out there with Maeve? Look at them go?” he cackled.



“Who is that witch, Fred?” his mother demanded.



“We hired her to work part time at the store while George is on his honeymoon,” he said with a frown. What was his mother on the rampage about now.



“How old is she?” Molly demanded. She looked old enough to be his mother!



“I don’t know. I think she said she was thirty.”



“What does she want with a seventeen year old?”



Fred snorted and tried to hide the grin on his face. “Gee, Mum, I don’t know,” he said deadpan.



“Is she married?”



Fred shook his head. “Nope. And she wasn’t entered in the lottery because she’s an American. She just moved here.”



Molly watched the two of them on the dance floor but decided to leave them alone. Perhaps she was what Ron needed. “What is she like, Fred?”



Fred snickered. He could see clearly what his mother was thinking. “She’s a bit like Luna. Quiet, intelligent, keeps to herself. She’s also a bit on the shy side.”



“Hmmm…” Molly said thoughtfully. “Introduce her to me, Fred,” she said waltzing up to the two who were returning to their table.



Fred shook his head, glad that he was married and didn’t have to go through anymore of his mother’s antics. “Mum, this is Maeve Campbell, Maeve, this is my Mum, Molly Weasley.”



“Hello, Mrs. Weasley,” the witch said with a shy smile.



“Hello dear. Fred tells me that you’re from America? Ronald, go and get us a glass of punch,” she told her son.



Fred laughed at his brother’s frightened look and led him away. “Don’t worry mate, she’ll ruin it for you,” he said with a laugh. “Best thing you can do, is spike Maeve’s punch, get her drunk, and take advantage of her when Mum isn’t looking,” he cackled.



Ron stared for a moment at his brother and then grinned. “Think it will work?”







Ginny was so angry with her mother that she was seeing red. She was tired of being treated like a child. She was tired of being controlled by her control freak of a mother who couldn’t let go and let her children live their own lives. She stormed down the drive way and up the hill, and sat down on the frozen ground that over looked the Burrow. “I can’t stand her!” Ginny hissed.



Blaise sat down next to her and wrapped his cloak around her bare shoulders. “You know that you love her,” he said lightly kissing her bare skin before he covered.



“She treats me like a child!”



“She’ll always treat you that way. You’re her baby and her only daughter.”



“How do you know so much?” she demanded snuggling into his warmth.



Blaise grinned. “I watch people. How do you think that I managed to keep from taking the dark mark? You watch and you listen and then you tell people what they want to hear. They forget about what their real goals are when they have nothing to fight for,” he said simply.



“Is that how you’ve managed to get along with your Mum?”



Blaise laughed. “No, I spent most of my life avoiding her. She’s not an easy one to manipulate.”



“Why would you want to manipulate people?” she asked.



“Sometimes, it’s the only way to get what you need.”



“I hope that you won’t do it to me. If you talk to me and explain what you need and what you want, we can figure it out together,” she said.



“I promise you, Ginny, that I will do everything within my power to make sure that we have a happy life together.”



Ginny turned her head and kissed his soft full lips. “I hope so,” she whispered, pushing him back so that he was lying on the cold ground. She reached into her pocket and transfigured his cloak into a warm blanket that appeared under him. She flicked her wand again and a warming spell was cast around them.



“Ginny,” he whispered. He couldn’t take anymore of her teasing. He was already barely holding on as it was.



She reached her hands under his shirt and felt his smooth muscled chest. She continued to kiss him, wrapping her tongue around his in an ancient dance. She moaned at the wonderful taste of him and his unique scent drove her mad with desire. She had ached for him for the past several weeks and she could no longer wait. She reached her hand down to the waist of his trousers and fumbled with the button. She opened his pants and slowly pulled the zipper down.



“Ginny,” he said grabbing her roaming hand. “This is insane,” he whispered.



“Don’t you want me, Blaise?” she whispered, licking down the side of his neck.



“God’s Ginny! You know I want you,” he said releasing her hand. “I don’t think that this is the place though.”



She reached her hand under his boxers and took his thick member into her hand. She brushed her thumb over his weeping head and used the wetness to coat his cock while she stroked him. She heard him moan out in pleasure and she smiled. She used her other hand and pushed his shirt up licking his muscular chest.



Blaise ground his pelvis against her hand and tried to pretend that Ginny’s mother wouldn’t come looking for them and hex his bits off.



“Blaise,” Ginny whispered. “Lift your hips,” she demanded.



He did as she asked and felt her pull his trousers down past his knees. She pushed his legs apart and positioned herself between his firm thighs. She continued to plant wet kisses down his body until she got to his waiting cock. She then took him into her hot wet mouth and closed around him.



He hissed and tried to contain his pleasure. It had been so long since he had felt this exquisite torture. Her mouth was sweet ecstasy on his throbbing cock. He felt her flick her tongue over his head and then take him deep down her throat and swallow. She reached down to his base and stroked him as she continued to suck. He could feel himself reaching the point of no return quickly and he didn’t want to humiliate himself by coming in her mouth so quickly. He grabbed her arms and rolled over taking her with him and landing on top.



Ginny moaned her displeasure but quickly changed her mind when she felt his hot mouth smash against hers. He felt his large hand reach down and pull her dress up to her waist and grinned when she heard his shocked gasp.



“Ginny! Where are your knickers?” he asked in shock.



“I forgot to put them on,” she purred.



He smashed his lips against her again in a demanding kiss, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. He felt her wet curls and ran his fingers over her slicked passage, but did not go in. He brushed his thumb over her swollen nub briefly and then pulled his hand away. He sat up on his knees and pulled her to a sitting position where he could reach her back and unzip her dress. He pulled it down and let the top hang to her waist and gazed in mute appreciation at her full breast. He leaned forward and buried his face between them, inhaling her fragrant scent.



He was beyond caring about who found them now. He licked one nipple and then the other. He reached his hand back down between them and stroked her slick folds, paying especially close attention to her swollen clit. He could smell the musky scent of her arousal and he immediately needed to taste her. He lowered his head to her nether region and ran his tongue from her clit to her sopping opening. He thrust his tongue deep inside of her, enjoying the tangy flavor of her.



Ginny cried out when she felt his warm mouth cover her femininity. She felt him thrust his tongue in and out of her and she imagined that it was his cock. She could feel her blood racing and knew that she was going to cum soon. “Blaise, now!” she hissed.



He reached for his wand and flicked it around them putting up a silencing spell. He had a feeling that neither of them would be quiet for long. He looked into her passion filled eyes and asked, “Do I need to place a contraceptive spell on us?”



“Do you want a baby?” she purred.



He flicked his wrist, mumbled a few words and then pressed his lips against hers again.



Ginny could taste her juices on his lips and it turned her on even more. She loved the taste of her desire dripping from his lips. “Now!” she demanded.



Blaise positioned his thick head at her moist opening and thrust deep inside of her. She cried out in wonder and thrust her hips up to meet him. He felt his cock push deep inside of her and he felt her tight walls close in around him. Her slick chamber clenched around him and he knew that he was not going to last. Their first time together and he was going to perform like an untried first year.



Ginny felt her body reaching closer to that magnificent edge and she pushed up hard against him trying to bring it on faster. She needed this, she needed to feel him pounding deep inside of her, bringing her over the edge of desire. Her inner chamber started to quiver and she thrust up one final time before she felt her body spinning out of control. She could feel him thrust one more time into her before she felt his liquid heat fill her and heard his shout of release.



Their cries of ecstasy were thankfully blocked, because otherwise the entire wedding reception would have came running to see what the noise was all about. Blaise couldn’t believe how she made him feel. He had never felt such a burning passion for anyone before and he couldn’t get close enough to her. He rolled off of her and pulled him tightly against his chest. “I can’t get enough of you,” he said.



“I think that I am falling in love with you, Blaise,” she whispered. “Please don’t break my heart.”



He pulled her closer but didn’t say anything. He wasn’t ready to declare himself and didn’t know what else to say.





A/N: So, tell me what you think...I noticed that the past couple chapters didn\'t get as many viewers, are you getting bored with the story? Is this not going in the direction that you thought it would? Not enough smut??? Please tell me what you think????