Potions and Parchment Match

Ginny’s Wedding


“You don’t even know how humiliated I was!” the red headed witch told her best friend. “I was laying there with my legs spread wide open and enjoying Blaise between them when a loud knock came from the door. We thought it was room service!” she exclaimed. “Blaise threw on some trousers and went to answer the door and in walked our fathers!”

Hermione couldn’t help but giggle. She tucked the veil over Ginny’s bright red hair and proclaimed, “Perfect. I swear I would have died if my father came in when Draco and I were doing it!”

“It was bad enough that my father was there, but then he reminded me that I knew what a silencing charm was! Gods, Hermione! It was awful!”

Both girls were bent over laughing so hard that tears were streaming down their faces. “Stop laughing, you’re ruining your make-up!” Hermione chided through her own tears.

“Hermione Granger, it is not that funny!” Ginny gasped.

“At least they didn’t come in while you were doing it!”

“They might as well have! The two old perverts were standing outside the door listening!”

“Ginevra Molly Weasley! We were not listening!” Arthur said walking up behind the two laughing girls. They both instantly sobered. “Not to mention, half of England heard the two of you bellowing!”

Hermione snickered and then covered it with her hand over her mouth.

Ginny gasped, “Daddy!” she cried in embarrassment.

“Well they did,” he said with a wink. “You look beautiful, Princess,” he said as he pulled her into his arms for a hug. “I’m going to miss you.”

“You’ll see me as often as you do now,” she laughed.

“But now you at least come home on the holidays. You’ll have a husband and at the rate the two of you are going children will soon follow. You won’t have time for your old perverted father.”

“Sure I will!” she promised, hugging him back.

“You’re mother is going to miss you as well, Ginny.”

Ginny sighed. She was still not ready to make nice with her mother. She was looking forward to living far away where she would be able to live her life as she wanted to, not as her mother wanted her to. “I know,” she said softly.

“It would mean a lot to your mother if you told her.”

Ginny nodded. “I will.”

Hermione watched the interaction between father and daughter and felt a pang in her chest. “I’ll meet you downstairs,” she said with a sad smile.

The wedding was being held at Kingsley’s estate in Wiltshire. They had made the last minute change because
Kingsley’s family had all decided to come and meet the newly found heir and it made more sense to do it where everyone was at. Hermione had met Kingsley’s younger brother, Marmon, earlier that day and had been shocked at the resemblance between he and Blaise. If they didn’t know better you would have thought that Marmon was Blaise’s father.

At the bottom of the grand stairway Kingsley stood fidgeting with his tie. Hermione smiled at him and said hello.

“How are you, Hermione?” he asked with a smile.

“Good, sir, and you?”

“You don’t need to call me sir! Kingsley is fine!”

“Ginny looks beautiful, Blaise will be impressed.”

Kingsley snorted with laughter. “That girl could come down here in nothing but a pillowcase and he would be impressed. She’s got him wrapped around her little finger already.”

Hermione laughed. “I think we both know that Blaise likes her wrapped in nothing but sheets. They’d probably miss the ceremony if she did that!”

Kingsley roared with laughter. “You might have a point there, girl!”

“I was wondering something,” Hermione said.

“Go ahead.”

“Well, what if someone takes the potion and parchment match and their soul mate is already married? Then what?” she asked.

Kingsley frowned. “It’s happened a few times already. The ministry decided to give the choice to the couple. If there is a child born to the married couple then we encourage the married couple to stay together. If there is not, we let them make the decision for themselves. Do you know of a married person who was matched?”

Hermione shook her head. “It’s just hypothetical. It’s crazy how all these marriages are coming about.”

“I feel like I have done nothing but attend weddings lately. I’ll be at yours tomorrow.”

Hermione grinned. “I can’t wait,” she said dreamily.

Kingsley smiled and then pointed up the stairs. “Look.”

Hermione looked to the landing at the top of the stairway where her beautiful best friend stood arm in arm with her father. She smiled and waited for her to descend.



Narcissa watched from across the room as her soul mate smiled. He had a beautiful smile and she felt her heart flutter. She turned away and reminded herself that it wasn’t meant to be. There was no way that the two of them would ever have a relationship. She looked up and saw her son’s eyes watching her. She smiled and nodded her head. She frowned when she saw him look at the other man quizzically. She worried that Draco would make a scene and decided to have a talk with him before things could get out of hand.

She wore a long gown made of shimmering green fabric. Her blonde hair was upswept and tiny tendrils were allowed free to frame her face. Her figure was perfect and she was the picture of aristocratic elegance. She practically floated across the room to where her son stood.

“Leave it be, Draco,” she whispered in his ear.

“You look lovely, Mother,” he said placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“I mean it, Draco. Nothing can come out of this.”

Draco looked into his mothers eyes and he could see the pain she barely concealed. This was taking more out of her than she was letting on. He nodded and squeezed her hand. “Would you care to dance?”

Narcissa wasn’t fooled for a second, but she nodded and allowed her son to lead her out onto the dance floor.

It had been a beautiful ceremony, the bride beyond gorgeous. Blaise had been spellbound when Arthur walked her into the room. He had stumbled over the words when he made his vows, not because he was unsure of how he felt, but because he was so besotted with his bride that he couldn’t stop looking at her and forgot to pay attention.
Ginny had taken it good naturedly and smiled and told him in a clear, calm voice how much she loved him. He had gasped and pulled her into his arms for a scorching kiss before the officiate had pronounced them married. The entire room had laughed and Fred and George Weasley had even applauded. Narcissa had hid a smile behind her hand at their exuberance. Those two would never change.

As she glided across the dance floor she saw Hermione standing with him. They were talking and laughing and Narcissa briefly wondered what they were talking about. She knew that Hermione would never betray her confidences but her heart still fluttered as she watched them. A moment later they separated and Hermione looked across the room to where she and Draco were dancing. She beckoned to Hermione and smiled when the young witch grinned.

Narcissa stepped back and nodded towards Hermione. “I think someone wants to dance with you,” she said.

Draco turned and watched as his breathtakingly beautiful fiancé came towards him. She was smiling happily and he grinned back at her. “Mother,” he bowed.

Narcissa nodded and slowly walked away. She watched as he swept her across the dance floor for a moment then stepped out onto the patio for a breath of fresh air.



“Sir!”

He felt tugging on his robe and looked down. A house elf was holding a piece of parchment up to him. He reached down and took the paper and frowned when he saw his name on it in black ink. “What is this?” he asked.

“Parchment match. You belong to my mistress,” the elf said with a bow.

“What?” he exclaimed.

“You are my mistress’s mate!” the elf insisted.

“Are you saying this is the parchment from a potions and parchment test?” he asked incredulously.

The elf nodded. “It’s my mistress’s parchment.”

“Who is your mistress?” he demanded.

The elf shook her head. “You take test. You do the test and see!” and with that the elf disappeared.

The man looked again at the parchment in his hand and wondered for a moment. Seconds later he apparated to the potion shop in Diagon Alley. Striding purposefully into the shop he said, “I need a potion and parchment match.”

“These are flying out the door as fast as I get them in here,” the cashier said.

The man took the package and strode out the door. He went into the Leaky Cauldron and ordered a firewhiskey. When it arrived he swallowed it in one shot and ordered another. When it arrived he left it at sitting on the table in front of him and pulled the vial and the parchment out of the package. He quickly read the directions and then used his wand to slice the tip of his finger. Opening the vial he let a drop of his blood fall in and then he recapped it and shook. He took his second shot of firewhiskey and then poured the potion onto the clean piece of parchment. A few minutes later a name appeared in thick black lettering.

Narcissa Black Malfoy.

“Oh no!” he exclaimed. “I need another shot!” he called.

The bartender, who had known the man for years, set the drink down in front of him. “Bad news?” he asked. This is the first time that he had seen the man drink.

“I have a soul mate,” he said.

“Really? That’s great news! Who is it?”

He slid the paper in front of him over to the bartender to read. The man’s eyes widened when he read the name and he said, “I’ll just get you the bottle.”



Ginny floated around the room in Blaise’s arms. They had thanked everyone for their attendance and gift. They had smiled and laughed and enjoyed their special day, but they were both ready to leave. She had had the fairy tale wedding that she always dreamed of. Her father walked her down the aisle and her groom had been the most handsome man in the room. His love for her shown in his eyes every time that he looked at her. She couldn’t have had a more perfect day.

She had finally met Endora Zabini. It had gone better than she had anticipated. Ginny had expected the woman to hex her or send some kind of nasty spell her way, but she had been polite, if not a little distant. She barely spoke to either her or Blaise and had left after making an appearance, reminding them that she was expecting grandchildren soon. Blaise had blushed but Ginny looked the calculating woman in the eye and said, “We’ve been working very hard at it.”

Endora had pierced Ginny with a steely gaze and then nodded her head and walked away when Ginny refused to look down. They had both silently acknowledged each other’s place in Blaise’s life.

Ginny watched the faces of all her guests as she floated around the room. She wondered where her father and brother, Charlie, had disappeared to. She hadn’t seen either of them since the reception started hours ago.
They were probably tucked away somewhere catching up on each others life. It had been about a year since they had last been together.

Ginny saw her mother sitting with headmistress McGonagall at a table on the other side of the room. Her mother was wiping her eyes with a handkerchief and Ginny tried not to roll her eyes in disgust. Her mother was always so dramatic. If she couldn’t control her family with anger and yelling she would resort to tears. Ginny had learned long ago to ignore most of her mother’s behavior. Her moods swung up and down and you never knew where she would be from minute to minute. She could go from kind mother to control freak in seconds, then from drill master to crying and feeling sorry for herself in another.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are today?” Blaise asked, nuzzling her neck.

Ginny giggled. “At least once or twice. However, you can tell me again if you must.”

“You are beautiful,” he whispered before catching her lips in a searing kiss.

“Blaise,” she groaned. “Don’t start that yet. It’s been a few days and I don’t think that I can manage,” she complained.

Blaise shuddered when he thought of the lecture that their fathers had given them. “We’ll be far away from prying family members tonight, love.”

“With a silencing spell as well,” she added with a grin.

“Ha! I plan on letting the entire world hear you scream out my name when I make you come,” he teased.

“You’re louder than I am Mr. Mouth!” she laughed.

“I most certainly am not. ‘Harder, Blaise! Fuck me harder!’ Sound familiar?”

Ginny grinned. “Oh gods, Witch! You’re killing me!” she mimicked. “Sound familiar?”

Blaise laughed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“I wish I didn’t know either,” a familiar voice drawled.

Ginny gasped and Blaise turned a cocky smile towards his father. “You have this uncanny ability to show up at the most inopportune time.”

“I can see that,” Kingsley agreed. “I thought I would ask my new daughter-in-law to dance. Your grandmother would like a spin around the dance floor as well,” he said nodding towards his mother.

“That seems so strange to hear,” Blaise commented.

“You’ll get used to it, I’m sure. She plans on being a part of your life now as well. I come with a rather large family.”

“I went from having only my mother to a house full of relatives over night. I never even thought I would have you in my life, let alone them.”

Kingsley looked seriously at his son. “If I had known about you from the start, you would have always been a part of my life.”

Blaise nodded. “I know.”

Kingsley turned and looked at Ginny. “Shall we?”



“What shall we do about my Mum?” Draco asked Hermione. They were dancing and Draco was enjoying having Hermione in his arms.

“What can we do? She’s made her decision and we have to respect that.”

“She should at least tell him.”

“What good would it do? The relationship would be impossible. Can you just imagine what the world would say?”

Draco shuddered. He was tired of his family being front page news all of the time. This latest event was bound to be splashed across the cover of the Daily Profit. “It would create a stir; however, my mother’s happiness is more important to me than whether or not we’re in the paper again.”

Hermione snuggled deeper into his arms. “I know,” she whispered.

“After everything that she has been through, and now this. I just wish that one things would come easy for her. For once, something in her life would go right.”

“She had you, didn’t she?” Hermione asked. “I would say that went right.”

Draco smirked. “Well of course I am a perfect specimen of manhood.”

“You’re so arrogant!” she laughed.

“We need to go. You have your appointment with the Malfoy healer.”

“Oh yes, I must prove that I’m not pregnant and trying to bring a bastard into the noble ranks of the Malfoy family!” she said sarcastically.

Draco took her face in his hands and kissed her gently and said, “If it was up to me I would not subject you to this. I know you were a virgin the first time that we came together.”

Hermione nodded. “I don’t mind. You told me from the beginning that it was expected.”

Draco reached into his pocket and handed her a box that was wrapped in pink paper with a pretty white ribbon. “Here, I bought you a present.”

Hermione grinned. “A present? For me? It’s not my wedding day.”

“I will shower you with presents every day for the rest of our lives for no reason other than I love you. Now open it,” he said with a kiss.

Hermione quickly tore the gaily wrapped paper off the box and exclaimed in delight when she popped the lid off. “Oh Draco! It’s beautiful!” she exclaimed.

Nestled on a bed of black velvet was a silver charm bracelet. There were two charms attached. One was a Slytherin snake and the other a Gryffindor lion. “I plan on adding a charm to that for every occasion we have. That way anytime you want to remember how happy we are, all you have to do is look down at your wrist.”

Tears instantly came to her eyes and she threw her arms around his neck proclaiming, “I don’t need a bracelet to remember how happy you make me. My heart tells me every time that I look at you!”

“I love you Hermione Granger.”

“I love you Draco Malfoy.”

“Now come, or we’ll be late and miss our appointment, and you know what that means,” he nudged.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “I know, I know. No torturous examine, no wedding. I’m coming, I’m coming!” she laughed following him to the fire place.

A few minutes later they arrived at the healer’s office. “Hello. I’m Hermione Granger and I’ve an appointment with Healer Bones.”

The receptionist nodded. “Have a seat dear, she’ll be with you in a moment.”

Hermione had barely gotten settled in her chair when the healer called her. “Come on, Draco, “she said with a grin. “If I am to be subjected to this, you can hold my hand.”

Draco nodded and followed her in the room. “Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy. It’s nice to meet both of you. This should only take a few moments and you can be on your way. I’m sure you have a lot to do as tomorrow is your big day.” The healer was an older woman, probably in her seventies. She still stood erect and proud and had confidence in what she was doing. “I remember when I performed this test on your mum, Mr. Malfoy. Doesn’t seem like it was that long ago. Now Miss Granger, this is really quite simple. I just need you to take your cloak off and lie down on this table.”

Hermione did as she was bid, all the while holding Draco’s hand. “This really is a silly tradition,” Hermione said.

“You’d be surprised how many pureblood families require this. I’m sure you have nothing to worry about,” the healer said waving her wand up and down across Hermione’s belly. A few minutes later she said, “Oh my!”
Draco and Hermione both looked at the healer expectantly. “What?” Draco asked first.

“Miss Granger, you’re pregnant!”

“What?” the young couple gasped as one.



A/N: I promise, next chapter Narcissa and her mate will meet...it wasn't quite time yet...review and let me know what you think!