Potions and Parchment Match

A/N:

You know what I cannot understand? If you don’t like my story, why do you keep reading it? Why do you take the time to search for every little error, or big if it makes you feel better? Why would you waste your time and energy to do so? Why bother? What do you get out of it? If the story sucks and has way too many typing (most of my spelling errors are from my crappy typing skills) grammar, spelling, homophones, ect. Why bother????? I have read so much fan fiction I am not even sure what is canon and what is fiction any longer…there are so many talented writers out there…there are also a lot of writers out there who write crap. When I am reading a story, I can tell in the first chapter or two if I will like it…if there are so many mistakes (grammar, spelling, punctuation, ect.) I usually have a hard time reading it unless it is an absolutely original idea. Even then I usually don’t finish it…I very rarely, if ever, read WIP. I have a hard time remembering what is going on while waiting…I have never flamed anyone…if I don’t like a story, I move on. What does it accomplish by doing this? Constructive criticism is one thing, and I do appreciate it when I make a mistake and someone points it out. Sometimes I will correct it, and sometimes I won’t. Usually when I chose not to it is because I don’t want to go back and search for it…but that is my choice. If I chose not to have a perfect piece of work submitted on the internet, who cares??? So, that being said, there are thousands and thousands of other fictions out there…on this site and several others. Why are you wasting your time reading what you so obviously feel is an inferior? And just for an FYI, I like my red wine in ice, and I like ice in my beer as well…

Thank you to all of you who have reviewed and supported me. Your kind words make me very happy!




Arthur barely made it in the door before Molly verbally attacked him. “Arthur Weasley, do you know what YOUR daughter has done? Do you have any idea at all what that girl has been up to? Molly screamed. “After everything that I have done for that girl! To turn her back and disgrace us this way! Well I wash my hands of her, Arthur! She’s your daughter and you can deal with her!”

Arthur took a step back and blinked. He glanced at the door, still standing open behind him and contemplated running. He knew he wouldn’t get five steps before his irate wife hexed him so he instead softly shut the door behind him and took a seat at the table before him. “What has she done this time, Molly?” he asked with a sigh.

“Don’t you dare take that long suffering tone with me, Arthur!” she said pointing her finger at her husband.

“Molly, I am not one of the children and I would appreciate it if you did not talk to me that way.”

“And speaking of the children, Charlie sent an owl. He’ll be here late tomorrow night. He’s decided to come for Ginny’s wedding. If that girl even lives long enough to see her wedding!” Molly muttered as she walked back to the stove and stirred the pot of stew that simmered on the back burner.

Arthur felt a twinge of happiness spark inside of him when he thought of seeing Charlie. They very rarely saw him anymore. With his job keeping him in Romania and the family being so financially strapped they very rarely traveled. This would be the last year that he paid for tuition at Hogwarts so they would now see an ease to their financial burdens. “Where is Ginny?” he ventured.

“She has taken off with that…boy!” Molly sputtered. “He flew right up to the window and abducted her!”

“What?” Arthur asked with a frown.

“I told him to stay clear of her until their wedding. It only a few days away and they can’t even control themselves. I told you what I caught them doing at George’s wedding!”

Arthur flushed at the thought of his baby girl having sex and quickly pushed the thought aside. “Where did they go?” he asked.

“How should I know!” she shrieked. “If I knew that I would have gone after them! My boys never caused me half as much trouble as that wayward daughter of YOURS has!”

Arthur bit back a smile. “What’s my daughter’s middle name?”

Molly frowned. “You know perfectly well its Molly…oh you!” she flustered. “You need to go and find them and bring her home! She’s creating a scandal with this behavior!”

“Do you have any ideas where they might be?”

“Try a room with a mattress in it!” she shrieked and stormed out of the room.

Arthur stood and followed her out of the room, but before he could catch up to her he heard the front door slam. He didn’t know why she was so upset. At this point Ginny was obviously not going to her wedding night pure. They had put the cart before the horse and there was no way to back it back up. He glanced up at the wall and his eye caught on the family picture of them that was taken when Ginny was about five. She was such a pretty little girl.

After six boys they had been so happy when she had been born. She had been a blessing really. Females were rare in the Weasley family and they had given up hope of ever having a daughter. Molly longed for a little girl so badly that they had kept trying. Ginny was to be their last regardless of if she had been another son. They had agreed to stop at six but number seven had been an accident. A wonderful accident as it had turned out.

She had grown to be a beautiful, intelligent, and strong witch. She had learned at an early age how to take care of herself in a house full of mischievous brothers. She quickly learned how to manipulate each and every one of them to get her way. When she didn’t get it by pouting and crying she would hex them. She was a brave and loyal friend and he couldn’t have been prouder.

Arthur wasn’t happy that she was already marrying and leaving their home but he couldn’t stop it. The Ministry had made its ruling and he had to live with it, just like everyone else. He suspected that way why Molly was so adamant about Ginny staying away from Blaise until the wedding. This was the last week that she would be home as a child. After the wedding she would be a woman with her own home to rule. Molly wasn’t ready to let her baby go and by holding on to her so tightly she was going to lose her even quicker.

He had always hoped that his daughter would end up with Harry. They already loved Harry like a son and would have welcomed such a union. The best part of that relationship would be that they wouldn’t have to give Ginny up or share her with another family. Harry was already part of their family and had nobody else. With Harry as a spouse it was a guarantee that they would always be at the Burrow. Unfortunately for that idea they had both been matched elsewhere. He was happy for both of them; he knew how rare it was to actually have a soul mate.

He had even thought about taking the potion and parchment test to see if Molly was really his soul mate, but decided it was better not to tempt fate. He didn’t know what he would do if it turned out to be someone else.
Shaking his head of those traitorous thoughts he focused once again on his daughter. Perhaps he should have a visit with Kingsley and see if he had any insight as to where the children could have gone. He walked over to the fireplace and threw a handful of powder into it, clearly stating, “Ministry of Magic”.


Ron heard the woman next door crying and tried to ignore it. She had been at it for over an hour and it was driving him made. He had arrived in America and went to a Muggle city called, Seattle. He decided it was as far from England as he could get and still be in an English speaking country. Seattle appealed to him because he had once seen a picture of the Space Needle in a Muggle magazine that Harry had. Apparently it had been built for the world’s fair back in the sixties. He hadn’t known what a fair was until Harry had explained it and then shown him pictures. He had always wanted to try a roller coaster, and the first thing that he did when he arrived was walked up the hill to Pioneer Square and went to the Seattle center where he rode the rollercoaster that was located beneath the Space Needle. It was the most incredible thing ever. He was surprised at how clever Muggles were. It was like riding a broom and doing fantastic loops only you got to sit in a little car thing with wheels.

He had ridden the roller coaster several times before it started to rain and he realized that he needed to find a place to stay. That was five days ago and it hadn’t stopped raining since. He wondered if living in England was any different then here. Neither place ever seemed to stop raining. He had stood on the sidewalk on Sixth Avenue thinking of where he could go and what he could do when suddenly a bus appeared. He was momentarily shocked and then realized that it must be the American version of the Knight Bus. He stepped onto it and said, “Take me to the American Ministry of Magic.”

The bus driver looked at him like he was nuts and said, “Lay off the crack pipe, kid. That’ll be a buck fifty.”

Ron stared in shock for a moment and then stepped back off the bus. What was a crack pipe? What was a buck?

He had felt so lost then. He sat on the bench and felt like crying. It had been the worst week of his life and his anger and stubbornness had only got him into more trouble, and unfortunately Harry and Hermione weren’t there to get him out of it.

“In America we call it Magical Services Division. You’re from Britain, right?” a soft voice asked.

Ron looked up and saw a woman a few years older than him standing in front of him with a smile. He nodded. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I’ve seen movies made in Great Britain where people talk funny like you.”

Ron was immediately insulted. “I don’t talk funny!”

The woman smiled. “Would you like me to take you to the MSD?”

“MSD?” he asked dumbly.

The woman rolled her eyes and said, “Magical Services Division.”

Ron turned red. “Oh yeah, I guess so. Not sure what else to do.”

“Where do you live?” she asked as they started walking.

“I don’t have a place.”

“Well where do you work?”

He shook his head again. “I don’t work.”

“So what do you do for money?”

He shrugged. “I’m about broke. My brother Fred gave me some money before I left. I had to hex him first, but he put up the blunt when I threatened to tell my Mum where he was.”

The girl laughed. “Your mother a control freak?”

“Is she ever!” he said seriously.

“My work is hiring. You could probably get a job there.”

“What do you do?”

“I work as a waitress in a seafood restaurant down on the pier. It’s not glorious, but the Muggle tourists tip well and I do alright.”

Ron thought for a moment. “What would I have to do?”

“Ask people what they want and then after it’s cooked bring it to them.”

“That’s it?”

She shrugged. “There’s not much to it.”

Ron nodded. “I could do that. I’ll take the job.”

“My name’s Kate. What’s yours?”

“Ron.”

“Well, Ron, you have to fill out an application and apply. It’s a muggle place so don’t mention the magic. Muggles around here don’t believe in magic.”

“Will I get the job if I apply?” he asked, worried that he would run out of money.

“I’ll put in a work for you. I’m friends with the boss.”

“Alright, let’s go. What’s this place called anyway?”

“Ivars.”

“What kind of name is that?” he asked with a frown.

She laughed. “A Muggle one.”

“So now I just need to find a place to live.”

“My roommate just moved out. You can have her room until you get on your feet if you want.”

“Really? Hey that’s great!”

“You can pay half the rent and utilities and it’s yours.”

“What kind of place is it?”

“It’s a dump. Seattle’s expensive and its all I can afford. The walls are thin and it’s old.”

Ron shrugged. Beggars couldn’t be choosers. “Sounds fine to me.”

And that’s how he came to be sitting in the dumpy apartment, sitting on the couch listening to the woman next door cry just as clearly as she had been sitting next to him. Tonight was to be his first day at his new job and he had wanted to take a nap, but the woman’s crying had distracted him.

Finally not being able to stand it any longer he stood and walked out of the apartment and down the hall to the apartment next door. He knocked loudly on the door.

“Go away!” the voice from inside shouted.

“Are you alright in there?” he asked.

“Just go away!” she yelled again.

Ron knocked one more time. “I heard you crying. I just wanted to see if you were alright!” he yelled back.

A second later the door flew open. “Didn’t you hear me?” she demanded. “Go away!” A short blonde haired woman cried, and slammed the door in his face.

Ron stood staring at the door for several seconds in shock. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen before in his life.



“Baby, we need to hurry up or we’ll be late.”

“If you would have let me out of bed an hour ago when I tried to get up I would be ready now, George,” Luna scolded her husband.

George grinned. “If you didn’t let me have my wicked way with you for the third time today I wouldn’t have kept you in bed,” he teased.

Luna wrapped her arms around him and purred, “I like it when you have your wicked way with me.”

Laughing, George swatted her behind and said, “Get dressed, woman! My brother and Angelina are probably already at the restaurant waiting on us.”

“I thought that you said Fred was always late?” she complained as she quickly climbed out of bed.

“He is, but I’m usually later.”

Luna smiled as she watched her new husband dress. She was quite happy with her marriage, as she knew she would be. She walked to the dresser and pulled out clean under garments and then to the closet where she picked out a long maroon skirt and a white sweater. George had told her that she had sexy legs and he liked her in skirts.

Walking into the bathroom, she quickly washed and then dressed. She brushed her teeth, ran a brush through her blonde locks, and applied a light lip gloss and was ready to go.

When she returned to the bedroom George was sitting on the edge of the bed bending down and tying his shoe. He looked up and grinned and then let out a wolf whistle. “You look great,” he said.

“So do you, handsome,” she returned.

“Let’s go!” he said pulling her out of the door.

A few minutes later they apparated in front of Mystical Appetites, a new restaurant that had just opened in Diagon Alley. They were shown to a table in the back of the room where Fred and his wife were waiting. Fred stood with a scowl and said, “You’re late and you owe me $500 galleons.”

“I’m not that late and why do I owe you money?” George said helping his wife into her chair.

“Little Ronniekins came to see me and demanded a thousand galleons or he would tell Mum where I was hiding. He said he was moving to America and needed money. I gave it to him but I figure you should pay half as you were half responsible for Mum exploding.”

“Oh no! I had to listen to her! She would have castrated me if my bride hadn’t of stepped in and defending me! I’m not paying you anything to hide from her!” George said seriously. “You’re on your own with her, Bro!”

Angelina rolled her eyes and said, “Are you two ever going to grow up?”

Together they said, “Never!”

Luna smiled serenely. “I find them charming. They remind me of snorfesterless pigwegions. Always playing with each other,” she said, lost in her own thoughts with a smile.

Angelina raised an eyebrow at George who just shrugged. “Just go with it,” he said casually.

“Luna, what is a snorfesterless pigwegion?” Fred said, knowing that baiting her was a quick way for some lively entertainment.

“Fred,” George warned. He did not want his bride to be teased, and especially by his twin and best friend.

Luna looked blankly at Fred. “Surely you have heard of snorfesterless pigwegions?”

Fred shook his head. “Never,” he said.

“Oh you poor boy,” she said with a sigh. “Perhaps I could have my father take you with him next time he goes to study them.”

“Will he wear a strange hat?” he joked.

“Fred!” George said in warning.

“Oh no, Fred. Daddy doesn’t wear a hat while studying snorfesterless pigwegions. It scares them. To truly study them you have to go naked.” Luna looked over at her husband and winked. She knew that Fred was trying to put one over on her.

“Wine, please!” Fred yelled to the waiter at the next table, as both Angelina and George laughed.

“I’m sure you would look wonderful naked, Fred. I know that my George does.”




Ginny licked the last bit of cum from the head of Blaise’s cock and smiled. “Have I told you yet how wonderful you taste?” she purred.

“You’re going to kill me, witch,” he groaned.

“Not yet,” she smiled, running a finger under his balls. “You haven’t done your job yet,” she said flicking her wand over herself and divesting herself of her clothing.

He smirked. “Oh really? What job is that?”

She lay down on her back and opened her legs wide. “The job where you run your tongue all over my body,” she said.

Blaise felt his softening cock start to rise to attention again. “I suppose someone has to do it,” he said in a long suffering voice.

Ginny cocked an eyebrow at him and said, “Now, Zabini!”

He laughed and slid himself between her thighs. “What if I don’t want to lick you right now?” he asked as he rubbed his body against hers.

“Too bad,” she groaned. “I want to feel your tongue as it caresses my flesh.”

He nipped at her pebbled nipple and crushed his lips against hers, taking her mouth in a demanding kiss. He used his hips to grind against her warm flesh. Pulling his mouth away he said, “I have other plans for you.”

Ginny pushed her pelvic up against his firm body and said, “Too bad, I have plans of my own.” She moaned when he licked the side of her neck and breathed into her ear.

“I have plans of my own.”

She felt him thrust into her hot welcoming body and she cried out in pleasure. She thrust her hips up welcoming to meet him but he did not move a second time. “Blaise,” she begged.

He slowly pushed into her again until he could feel the head of his cock against her cervix. He pushed even harder, impaling himself deep inside of her. “Yes, dear,” he moaned.

“Oh please,” she cried.

He took hold of her hips and pushed himself even further in. His balls smashed against her ass and he wanted nothing more than to pull out and slam inside of her again. “Please what?” he asked. He could feel the beads of perspiration welling up on his forehead from his efforts to keep still.

“Please, Blaise, please fuck me harder,” she cried out.

He pulled back and slammed into her welcoming body over and over. Her tight walls closed around him and squeezed his very soul. Over and over he thrust into her until he felt her begin to quiver around him. He reached between her and squeezed her already swollen nub, rolling it between his fingers. Seconds later she was screaming out his name.

“Blaise, oh Blaise, don’t stop. Fuck me, baby, fuck me harder!” she screamed.

“Yes! Oh gods yes!” he yelled back as she convulsed around him. He pounded into her a few seconds longer until he shot his hot seed deep into her womb. “Ginny!” he cried in ecstasy.

“Oh gods!” she moaned when she finally caught her breath.

He pulled out of her and smiled. Looking deep into her eyes he said, “Now I’m going to taste you.” He then ran his tongue down her quivering stomach around her thighs, and to her very core.


“How long do we wait before we knock on the door?” Kingsley asked.

“You know, old friend, there are just some things that a father never wants to hear out of his little girls
mouth, and I just heard several of them,” Arthur said, his face flaming.

Kingsley nodded. “Yes, I have heard more than I wanted to hear as well. Do you think that we should teach them a silencing spell?”

“Someone should,” Arthur muttered. He had gone to Kingsley’s office and together they had checked the hotels in Diagon Alley. After the third one they got lucky and found where Blaise had registered. The desk clerk blushed when he told the Minister of Magic what room his son was in.

Kingsley sighed and pounded on the door. The room was silent and a few moments later they heard, “Just a moment!” and then the shuffling of someone frantically trying to get dressed.

A few moments later Blaise opened the door wearing only a pair of trousers. His eyes bugged out when he saw his father and Arthur Weasley.

“I think that we had better have a talk, son,” Kingsley said pushing the door further open and walking into the room. “Miss Weasley, I suggest you get dressed,” he said.

Arthur, with his face flaming said, “Ginny, I know you know what a silencing spell is,” and followed Kingsley into the room.

Ginny wrapped a sheet around her body and horrified, fled into the bathroom, leaving Blaise to deal with their fathers.



Narcissa stared down at the parchment in her hands. She had read and re-read the name over and over and still could not comprehend it. Draco had come to her room to ask her if she needed to talk and she had sent him away. She knew that Hermione would have told him about her match and she was not ready to discuss it yet. He had been loving and supportive and had not pushed her, giving her the space that she needed. She had been so proud of him.

She shook her head and berated herself yet again. “Why did I take that stupid test?”

She had spent years married to a tyrant. She had looked forward to living her golden years in peace, enjoying her grandchildren and shopping. She had looked forward to traveling and seeing the world. The last thing that she ever wanted was another husband. When she let Hermione talk her into taking the test it had been in a moment of weakness.

They had been talking about children and Hermione made her remember how much she had wanted more children. How much she needed to feel that special bond that only a mother can feel with her child. She was losing Draco and in a moment of weakness she thought of another child she could have. She had visualized a little girl with golden curls and big blue eyes. She had heard that darling baby call her Mummy.

She had given very little thought to the match. She had actually assumed that she wouldn’t have a soul mate. When the dark letters slowly became visible she couldn’t believe what they had spelled. It had been a horrible tease. How could she for mere seconds, as the words first started to appear, let her heart race in happy expectations, only to be dashed when she read the name.

She felt a tear slide down her cheek and she flicked it away and then slowly traced the name with her wet finger tip. How could this have happened? In one small moment her dreams soared and then came crashing back to the ground. There was no way to find a happy ending in this. She crumpled the parchment and tossed it into her fire. It was best to put it behind her and forget that it had ever happened. Wiping another stray tear away she regally walked out of her room, not noticing the house elf that stood next to the door.

“My mistress is upset,” she muttered to herself. She went to the fireplace and pulled the parchment out. “Mistress needs love,” she said. She took the parchment and apparated away.



Can you believe it???? Three chapters in as many days!!! All of these reviews have made me motivated...Now after ANOTHER cliff hanger, I suppose you are all plotting my death!!!! LMAO!