Potions and Parchment Match

A/N: The first part of this chapter, the Ginny/Blaise part, is dedicated to CB for giving me such a wonderful review…lmao!!!!

Blaise looked right, then left and ran quickly from behind the building, wondering if what he was doing was a good idea. He had rented a SUITE for the night in Diagon Alley and had apparated to the Burrow. He was dying to taste her SWEET lips again. There was no way that he could WAIT for the rest of the week to feel her in his arms again. He remembered her slight WEIGHT across his lap as she rode him and he felt himself stir at the idea of being buried inside of her. He leaned around the corner and could see the back door. He wondered if Molly was in the kitchen or if she was somewhere else. He assumed that she would be preparing the evening meal and she would be distracted. He reached into his SIDE pocket and pulled out his shrunken broom. He took a deep breath, SIGHED heavily, and with a flick of his wrist transformed his broom back to its regular size, jumped on it, and flew towards Ginny’s window. He knew if he were to somehow MEET Molly along the way she wouldn’t mince any words and turn him into the evening stew MEAT.

He felt the wind whip THROUGH his hair as he flew towards his lover. Her window was closed and a curtain blocked the opening so he couldn’t see if she was inside. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of Bertie Bott’s flavored beans. He THREW a couple at the window and nervously waited. He didn’t want to get too close in case Molly was in there and he had to make a quick escape. A moment later the curtains flew open and Ginny appeared. He smiled when she pushed up the window.

“What are you doing HERE?” she softly hissed.

“I can’t HEAR you,” he called back, glancing down toward the back door. He hoped Molly wouldn’t come out. “Where’s your Mum?”

“In the kitchen! If she catches you here, she’ll kill you!”

Blaise flew right up to the window ledge and grinned. “Climb on,” he urged.

“What?” she exclaimed. “If we get caught, I’ll be dead and never make it to walk down the aisle with you!”

“I need you, Gin,” he said leaning in to catch her lips in a soft kiss.

“Blaise,” she groaned.

“Come on!” he said wrapping his arm around her WAIST and pulling her closer.

Ginny giggled. “Well, I would hate to WASTE such a great opportunity!” She ran back to the table next to her bed, grabbed her wand, and then scrambled across the window sill and onto his broom. “Take me away, brave KNIGHT!” she laughed.

“I plan to keep you for the NIGHT,” he laughed. “I have a surprise for you!”

“Blaise I can’t be gone for the night, my Mum will kill…”

“Ginevra Weasley! Get down off that broom immediately!” Molly screamed from below.

“Oh NO!” Ginny exclaimed in terror.

“I KNOW, I know!” Blaise shouted as he pointed his broom up into the air. “Hold on, love!”

Ginny clutched on tight to Blaise’s waist and looked down at her mother , who stood below them screaming. She watched as her mother pointed her wand at them but Blaise must have SEEN it as well, because he veered left and then right and avoided the light that shot from her mother’s wand. It was like a SCENE from a bad horror play. There was no way either of them was going to live through this one! “Hurry, Blaise!” she shouted as they shot further up into the sky.


Beauxbatons Academy of Magic was in a glittering palace. The grounds were covered in snow and ice and Romilda shivered through her cloak. She hadn’t wanted to transfer to this horrid school. She wanted to stay at Hogwarts, where generations of Vanes had gone before her. She hated the grey and blue silky uniform she was forced to wear. She hated these stuck up French girls she was forced to share a room with. She hated that Amazon of a headmistress Madame Maxime, who required that you stand up every time she entered a room.

When she had arrived by floo from McGonagall’s office she had had to endure an hour long lecture from both women about her behavior and what would happen to her if she contacted either Neville Longbottom or his disgusting cow of a wife. She had simmered with rage as she sat there, thinking of all the possible things that she could do to them. The two of them had ruined her life! They had made her the laughing stock of the wizarding world and if they thought that they could get away with it, they were sadly mistaken! She would show them both.

Her parents were furious with her and refused to let her come home for Christmas so she was stuck here is this horrid place with all of the other losers who didn’t go home. The only thing anyone could talk about anymore was upcoming marriages and who was matched with who. Like she really cared who was marrying whom. She was just biding her time until the Amazon stopped watching her long enough that she could leave. She would make her way back to Hogwarts and she would take care of Neville. She would show him what happens when you cross Romilda Vane!


Neville opened the window and let the owl in out of the cold. He handed him a treat and then untied the note from his foot.

“Who is that from, Neville?” his grandmother demanded.

Neville sighed. “I don’t know, Gram, I haven’t opened it yet.”

She shoved out her hand and demanded, “Well give it here then!”

“It’s addressed to me,” he argued.

“That looks like one of the owls from St. Mungos. The message must be for me!”

Neville refused to hand it over and unrolled it and read the brief message: Mr. Longbottom. We have a problem with our patient. Please come immediately. Neville crumpled the message in his hand and shoved it into his pocket. “Where is Millie?” he asked as he strode out of the room.

“Who is that from?” Augusta demanded.

“It’s for Millie,” he lied. “Do you know where she is?”

Augusta rolled her eyes in disgust. “Why would I keep track of your wife? Isn’t that your responsibility?”

“Oh, honestly, Grandmother!” he said in disgust. “It’s not like you don’t know what is going on every second in every inch of this house!”

“Yes, and need I remind you what a silencing charm is?”

Neville blushed. “Need I remind you what a dowager house is?” he countered.

“She’s in the conservatory, mutilating my flowers,” the old woman huffed and walked away.

Neville would have smiled in victory if he hadn’t been so worried about his mother. He rushed to the conservatory where he found Millie, picking a bouquet of flowers.

“Neville!” she exclaimed with a smile. “Aren’t they lovely?”

He quickly kissed his wife’s cheek and agreed and then said, “You have a message from St. Mungo’s, dear.” He handed her the message knowing she would immediately understand the need for secrecy.

“Oh no!” she exclaimed. “My aunt is ill! Come, Neville, we need to go at once and visit her!” She grabbed his hand and ushered him back to his study to the massive fireplace. Throwing in a handful of floo powder she cried, “St. Mungo’s!”

Moments later they were racing down the corridor and up the stairs to the third floor where the patients with magical maladies were kept. As they got closer to the door to his mothers room they could hear screaming. “What is that?” he exclaimed in fright.

“It sounds like someone is screaming your name!” Millie said following behind her husband.

They pushed the door open and walked in to see two orderlies pinning his mother down while her doctor stood over her waving his wand. She was screaming over and over, “Neville!”

“What is going on here?” he shouted and ran to the bed. “Mum! Mum, I’m here! It’s Neville!” he said reaching for her hand.

“Neville?” she asked looking at him. Her face was red and splotchy and her eyes were swollen from crying. Her nose was running and her hair was standing on end.

“Mum, I’m here,” he said leaning down and kissing a tear that slid down her face away.

“Neville!” she cried. “Neville!”

“She hasn’t stopped shouting your name,” the doctor said. “She’s been at it for hours!”

“Why didn’t you contact us sooner?” Millie demanded in outrage. She couldn’t fathom letting an emotionally distraught women scream for hours.

“We thought that she would settle down. We’ve given her a sedative but it doesn’t seem to be working,” he said defensively.

“I want to be contacted immediately if there is any change in my mother’s condition!” Neville shouted. “I thought that I had already made that clear to you?”

“We didn’t think of this as a change. Every day she becomes more aware of her surroundings and this seemed like just another step in the right direction. I didn’t anticipate today’s response. Today is the first day that she has not been given any of her prior potions.”

Neville stared for a long moment at his mother’s pale face. “Do you remember me?” he asked softly.

Alice tried to reach her son’s face but the orderlies still had her shoulders pinned to the bed. Her eyes pleaded with Neville for release.

“Let her go,” he demanded.

Both men released the older woman and took a step back when the healer nodded his permission.

“Neville,” she said reaching up to him. “Neville.”

“Yes, I’m Neville. Do you know who I am?” he asked with a horse whisper.

“Baby,” she croaked. “My baby.”

Millie felt tears well up in her eyes and she didn’t try to stop them from falling down her face as she watched her husband cry. She knew how much this moment meant to him.

“Mum!” he said and leaned down and wrapped her into his arms.



Harry knocked gently on the door and waited. He felt like a fool standing there in the darkened hall. He knocked again and heard, “Come in.”

He turned the doorknob and stepped into a large, brightly painted room. The walls were fuchsia pink and sunshine yellow. In the center of the room was a huge four poster bed with heavy pink curtains covering. The floors were covered in plush yellow carpet and there were flower arrangements all over the room, covering each flat surface. The room was ultra feminine and he was surprised to see this side of Pansy.

“Harry,” she said, sitting up in the bed. “What are you doing here?” she said, stressing the word, “you”.

“I had a meeting with your father today to discuss the marriage settlements.”

“I told him we called off the wedding,” she pouted.

Harry chuckled. “You forgot to tell me that,” he said walking towards the bed. He knew that she wasn’t going to cave easily and he looked forward to the challenge.

“As if you didn’t know,” she sneered.

“You have a beautiful room, Pansy,” he said abruptly changing the subject and looking around again. He walked over to the window and stared out at the view of the gardens below. There were miles and miles of manicured lawns with dormant bushes everywhere. He could tell that it would be beautiful when winter let up its hold.

“Is that why you’re here, Harry, to tell me that you like my room?”

He sighed and walked over to the bed. He sat down on the edge and said, “I found out that I own a castle. I thought that you might want to go with me to see it.”

Pansy perked up. “A castle? Really? Where?” she asked excitedly.

“It’s in Hampshire. Would you like to come?”

“When?”

“Now,” he said with a laugh.

She jumped up out of the bed and grinned. “Just give me a second to do something with myself,” she said reaching for the brush that was on her bureau.

Harry smiled. “Pansy, you are the most beautiful witch I have ever known. You are perfect just the way you are.”

Pansy gasped. “Really?” she cried.

“Really,” he said walking to her and pulling her into his arms. “I love you,” he whispered, leaning down and brushing his lips against hers for a soft kiss.

“Oh Harry!” she exclaimed throwing her arms around his neck. “I love you too! I am so sorry!” she cried. “I didn’t mean to give you those sores!”

“I know,” he whispered and kissed her again. “I’m sorry as well. Can you forgive me?”

“Well you are giving me a castle!” she giggled.




Narcissa and Hermione floo’d back to Malfoy Manor in stunned silence.

“Hermione, Mum, how did the shopping go?” Draco asked with a grin. He had seen all of the bags that had appeared earlier. "Did you do anything fun?"

Narcissa paled and ran from the room. She raced up the stairs and down the hallway.

“What the hell is going on?” he demanded from Hermione.

“Oh gods, Draco! I’m so sorry!” Hermione cried.

Draco glared at Hermione. “What did you do?” he demanded in a deathly calm voice.

Hermione cried. “I talked her into doing the potion and parchment match! She has a soul mate, Draco!” Hermione exclaimed.

“What?” he asked in confusion. “Then why are you both so upset?” he demanded. Who could ever understand women?

“You’ll never guess who she was matched with,” Hermione said.

He stood with narrowed eyes and hands on hips until she caved and blurted out a name. “Oh bloody hell!” he exclaimed. "Are you sure?"

Hermione nodded. "Quite sure," she said.

"Oh bloody hell!" he repeated.




A/N: Ok, I know that I am evil...I just couldn't help but leaving a cliffie there...let me know what you think...you all should be happy, two chapters this week, and I wasn't even going to write any!!!s