Potions and Parchment Match

“Baby, I know that you are feeling guilty now after what Mrs. Weasley said, but it’s really not your fault. Everyone there was laughing. You didn’t plan the prank, and you didn’t participate in the prank, you just laughed,” Pansy said rubbing Harry’s back.

“I betrayed our friendship,” he said softly.

“How? By laughing? You know if the situation had been reversed, Ron would have been rolling on the floor laughing with everyone else. He’s just the one that they pranked. It was his brothers who did it, not you.”

“You don’t understand, Pansy. He’s stood by me from the very beginning. Nobody else except Hermione has.”

Pansy put her hands on her hips and glared. “So what? It’s not like he was THAT loyal. Look how many times he was pissed off at you and didn’t talk to you? He’ll get over it. You can’t beat yourself up over it. It was a stupid thing for Fred and George to do but it had nothing to do with you.”

Harry stood and glared back. “You have no idea what you’re even talking about, Pansy. Ron is my friend and I didn’t stop it.”

She stepped a foot closer to him and shouted, “When are you going to stop taking the weight of the world on your shoulders? You don’t have to be the Wizarding World’s Savior any longer, and you sure as hell don’t have to be Ron Weasley’s!”

Harry shoved his face right up to Pansy’s, only centimeters in between them. “I knew what they were dong and I should have stopped it. That’s what a loyal friend does, not that you would know about that, Slytherin!”

Pansy gasped and then slapped him across the face. “How dare you? How dare you, Harry bloody Potter! You have no idea what loyalty is until you have been a Slytherin, something you would never know about!” she screeched.

Harry reached over and roughly grabbed Pansy’s arm. “Don’t you ever strike me again,” he hissed.

“Or what?” she demanded.

Grabbing onto her face he leaned into her and said, “You don’t even want to know,” and he walked away.

“Don’t you turn your back on me, Harry!” she yelled, but he kept walking. She screamed out her anger and then quickly grabbed her wand. Pointing it at him she shouted, “Occulto per viridis vomica!”

Harry felt pain immediately prick his entire body and he stumbled into a wall bending over in pain. “What did you do?”he gasped. He looked down and saw his arms and hands were covered with weeping green sores. Touching his face softly with his fingers he could feel the blisters there as well. “Pansy!” he shouted.

“I told you not to walk away from me, Potter,” she laughed turning away. “Don’t you look lovely!” she cackled as she walked away.

Harry jerked his wand from his robes pocket, pointing it at the retreating witch and shouted, “Vado caecus!” He gasped in pain when he felt a blister on his shoulder rub against his robes.

“I can’t see! Harry! I’m blind!” Pansy screamed.

Harry smiled. “I guess you can’t admire your handy work now, can you, witch!” he said and walked away, leaving her groping along the cement wall. “Careful you don’t fall,” he called.


Ron lay in his childhood bed on his side, staring at the wall. He was silent as he listened to his father speak. He tried to tune out the man but he was having a hard time doing so. He had just been publicly humiliated in front of all of his friends, family and classmates and his father was trying to tell him to “be a better man” and let it go.

Ron could feel the fire of anger deep within his belly. He hated his family. He was tired of being part of the huge interfering tribe. He wanted to live his own life far away from them. He was tired of putting up with the twins and their endless pranks. He was tired of his mother thinking she knew what was best for him even though he was an adult. He was tired of his father telling him not to let his anger control him. He was tired of his sister telling him what a chauvinistic pig he was. He was tired of the endless amounts of relatives that always had to interfere.

He needed to disappear somewhere where nobody knew him. He knew it had to be out of Great Britain or he would lose his wand and chances are his family would find him. He stared at the dark paneling that was stained and warped and tried to figure out where the best place to go would be. He wanted a place big enough to disappear in where he wouldn’t be remembered. He briefly thought of a Muggle area but quickly changed his mind. He wasn’t about to try and fit in with them. Muggles were know it alls who would want to rub it in to him every time he did something wrong, like Hermione always did.

"Ron, are you listening to me?” his father asked him.

He choose to ignore him and left different places swirl around in his head. America wouldn’t be a bad idea. If he went to a large city, such as New York or Los Angeles he should be able to blend in. He knew both areas had large magical communities because his father routinely had to communicate with them on items that the American’s brought into Britain.

“I wish you would talk to me, Ron. I know what your brothers did was wrong, but you can’t stew about this all day,” his father said with a sigh.

Ron rolled his eyes at the wall. Leave it to his father to take the side of the twins. He always did. Everyone did. He was tired of being compared to them and found lacking. He rolled over and looked his father in the eye. “Just get out,” he said.

“Ron!” Arthur said in surprise.

“Get the bloody hell out!” he shouted. He just wanted to be left alone and think on his own.

Arthur stood and stared at his youngest son. “I’ll give you some space,” he said. “I know that this is hard for you to understand, but they do love you,” he said.

“Bloody hell, dad! I don’t want their love!” he shouted. “I just want to be left alone!” he sat up on the edge of the bed and looked around his room. The walls were flaking paint and the window was mildewed from condensation. The ceiling had water spots from having leaked. He was so tired of being poor and the world knowing it. He wanted something better, and anything was better than this.

He walked over to his closet and slammed it open. He pulled out a trunk and wiped out his wand. He started filling all of his possessions into the trunk.

“Ron! What are you doing?” Arthur gasped.

Ron ignored him and continued directing everything towards his trunk. When his father reached over and grabbed his arm he yanked back and hissed, “Don’t touch me!”

Arthur flinched as if he had been hit. “Ron,” he whispered. He watched as his son shoved the trunk shut on the last remaining items and shrunk it to put it into his pocket. He then turned and walked towards the door. “Please, Ron,” Arthur begged.

Ron swung around and looked at his father. He felt nothing. “Goodbye, Arthur,” he said and softly shut the door behind him, leaving his father behind in stunned disbelief. He walked down the stairs and passed his mother who stood at the bottom of the stairs.

“Ronald Weasley! I heard your foul mouth!” she chided.

“Don’t worry, Molly, it will be the last time!” he said walking out the front door.

“What? Why did you call me Molly? Get back here, Ronald!” she said chasing after him.

Ron walked down the sloping front steps past his mothers flower and herb garden and apparated away, leaving his stunned parents behind.

“Arthur!” she shouted, racing back into the house.


Ginny and Blaise sat in the empty tent at a table sipping left over champagne. All the guests had gone home to celebrate Christmas with their own families after the ceremony and brief reception. Ginny was grateful that most of the attendee’s had missed the show that her twin brothers had put on. She sighed and took another sip of her bubbly drink.

“What is it, dear?” Blaise asked, reaching across the table for her hand.

“I wish that my family wasn’t always so dramatic!” she said with feeling. “If it’s not one thing it’s another, and it usually has something to do with Ron. I just wish he would grow up!”

Blaise tried to hide a grin behind his champagne glass. Personally he thought Ron Weasley was about the biggest git he had ever met, but he knew better than to tell Ginny. She might have been disappointed in her brother, but nobody else was allowed to be. “He will, don’t worry,” he soothed.

Ginny gave Blaise the look that said she knew he was patronizing her and turned to survey the messy room. The tent had been a great idea to keep everyone warm in the cool December weather. Her mother had spent a lot of time and effort making sure that the tent was perfect for George and Luna’s wedding and it was a shame that all that hard work would be swept away with a flick of her wand. “It was beautiful in here today, wasn’t it?” she asked with a soft smile.

“Not as beautiful as you are,” he said kissing her hand.

Ginny grinned. “You always say the sappiest things, Blaise.”

“Do you enjoy them?” he queried.

“Of course,” she said.

“Then that is all that matters. You know, Gin, we never got to dance,” he said pulling her up into his arms.

“But there’s no music!” she protested.

Blaise reached for his wand and flicked it and immediately a soft love song played. “I love to feel you in my arms,” he whispered against her ear.

Ginny felt a shiver run down her spine. “I love to be in your arms,” she whispered back.

“I can’t wait until our ceremony and we can be together every night,” he said reaching down and caressing her backside.

Ginny moaned and pressed herself tighter against him. “Neither can I.”

“Our wedding is a week from today,” he said pressing into her warmth.

“You know that Mum isn’t going to let us alone together for a second, don’t you?” she said with a groan.

Blaise nodded. “I know. I don’t know how I’ll stand it.”

“This might be our last chance to be away from everyone,” she said reaching her hand in between them and rubbing his stiff member.

“Ginny,” he groaned.

“I’m ready for you again, Blaise,” she purred, taking the lobe of his ear between her tiny teeth.

“I’m always ready for you,” he said lifting her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist. He pressed his lips against hers and immediately she thrust her tongue into his warm welcoming mouth. He felt the familiar fire of desire race down his body and pool into his cock. He had just had the witch a couple of hours ago and now he wanted, no, needed her again. He had to have her immediately. He sat her on a nearby table and pushed her back. He stood between her thighs looking down at her glistening womanhood. He loved that she was not wearing any knickers and he had easy access to her ripe body.

“Then take me now, Blaise,” she said spreading her legs wider.

He kneeled down between her legs and gently kissed her bare thighs. He used his finger to rub her swollen nub. Her moans were like an aphrodisiac and helped him to become even more aroused. His staff was swollen to bursting and he wanted nothing more than to bury it in her luscious body. Instead he thrust his tongue deep into her core, lapping up her sweet feminine nectar.

Ginny nearly came off the table at the first touch of his tongue deep in her wet sheath. She could feel his tongue thrusting in and out of her as his finger continued to manipulate her clit. She couldn’t stand it and wanted more. She didn’t want foreplay, she wanted to be fucked hard and fast. “Now, Blaise, fuck me now!” she cried.

Not needing to be told a second time, he stood and reached for the fastening on his trousers. Freeing himself, he gently rubbed her glistening opening to tease her and chuckled when she hissed at him again. Wasting no more time he slammed into her in a fury of passion, making both of them moan in pleasure. He knew that he would not last long. Her nubile body was too tight, to warm and welcoming. He thrust into her deeper and deeper, harder and faster. He felt his balls shrink signaling that his orgasm was near. He reached between them and squeezed her swollen love button between two fingers. She screamed and immediately came, tightening her muscles around his cock. He let himself go and together they soared in a passionate journey of the soul.

Ginny reached up and pulled him down on top of her, needing to feel him closer to her . Her heart pounded in her chest and she could barely catch her breath. She never knew that passion could be so explosive. Never had she and Neville reached this level of need and release. She lightly kissed the side of his cheek as she listened to his heavy breathing. No words between them were needed. It was a precious moment that she would never forget.

Especially when she heard, “Ginevra Molly Weasley!”

Ginny and Blaise both jumped and stared in horror as Molly stood there in the tent opening with her wand pointing at them. “Mum!” she said pushing her skirts down.

Blaise scrambled to pull his pants back up, flushing a deep red. “Mrs. Weasley!” he echoed.

“If I see one more of my children naked today, I’ll turn everyone of you into toadstools!” she shrieked. “Get in the house this minute, young lady, and don’t you dare sass me!” she said pointing at Ginny. “And you, Mr. Zabini, go home and don’t come back again until the day of your wedding! If I catch you here before that I’ll cut off all your bits and feed them to your fiancé in a stew!” she hissed.

Blaise and Ginny glanced at each other, offered a brief smile, a soft touch, and they both took off running in opposite directions. Ginny ran to her room and Blaise apparated home.


George and Luna apparated back into the kitchen of the Burrow. It was quiet and he wondered where everyone was. Patrick and Gretchen must have taken Natalie and returned to their home. “Nobody’s here, Luna, let’s go before Mum see’s us!” George said to his new bride.

“Maybe they are all outside in the tent?” she guessed, opening the back door and peeking out.

George quickly came up behind her and firmly shut the door. “I don’t hear anything out there. Why don’t we try Gretchen and Patrick’s house. I’m sure that’s where they took Natalie,” he said, wanting more than anything to get his wife and get out of the house before his mother caught them.

Luna shrugged. “I suppose,” she said standing on her tip toes and wrapping her arms around her husband. “Kiss me first, love,” she whispered.

George pulled her tighter into him and kissed her gently on the lips. “Shall we?” he asked, still distracted with the idea of running into his mother.

Just then, Ginny slammed open the back door and was startled to see George and Luna standing there. She looked at the two of them standing there with their arms wrapped around each other and said, “If I was you two, I would run really far and really fast. Mum is on the war path and she’ll kill you, George.”

George gulped and frantically looked out the back door. “Let’s go, love.”

Luna shook her head. “Not until you kiss me first, and a real kiss at that.”

Ginny laughed at the frightened look on George’s face. He knew his mothers temper and she could tell he was debated on whether or not he had time to humor his wife. “See you two later,” she said. “I’m not going to be here when Mum comes in, and she was right behind me!”

George slammed his lips against his wife’s and pressed his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her with all of his worth and then as he heard her moan as he heard his mother shriek, “George Gideon Weasley!”

He looked up to see her wand pointed at him. He tried to apparated he and Luna but his mother was faster. “Immobilus!”




A/N: I hope that you all enjoyed that chapter...I know it was a bit shorter than usual but this is where it needed to end. Please read and review. I absolutely love reviews! I am also so happy to see some of my old readers still here reading and reviewing! Thank you so much!