by Meg Boyd » Friday 1 August 2003 6:35:14pm
ho hum, running out of pre-written story...
The Burrow was always brimming with people, but today brimming seemed to be an understatement. In addition to a pack of flaming red hair Weasleys, there were their significant others and school friends, parents and siblings. The first one to notice Ron and Hermione’s arrival was Molly Weasley, Ron’s mother.
“Oh Ronnie, Hermione! I am so happy to see you! Oh give your old mum a hug will you? Oh Hermione! You look just simply stunning!” Molly said embracing her youngest son..
“Ger-off, Mum. Its only us…” Ron said, but he was turning pink with pleasure because he was very proud of his pretty wife and her condition.
Ron’s twin’s brothers Fred and George in their slick dragon hide suits came up to Ron and each gave him a hearty hand shake.
“Eh, Ron, we can see you two have been having some fun….eh, eh?” Said Fred, rumpling Ron’s hair.
“Oy, Ron, how does it feel to be the big poppa to be?” George said, slapping his brother on the back, “And mum, how does it feel to be called Old Granny?”
Molly Weasley gave George a look to kill and said,
“As if you two showed any sign of settling down and getting married! I’d bet you there would be many girls out there would like to marry you.” Molly said
“Yeah and it wouldn’t be just for our obvious wit and charm,” Fred said, putting an arm around his twin.
“Nor for our dashing good looks…” George said batting his eyes.
Ron gave a loud snort, and tried to hide it with a cough.
“All those dames are after is our gold. Its so tough being filthy rich and successful…”Fred said sorrowfully
“Not to mention good-looking!” George added.
Ron’s eyes scanned the room. Many of the guests had not yet realized the arrival of the Guests of Honor. He saw his brother Bill with his fiancée Fleur immersed in looking at books full of wedding cakes, he saw his other brother Charlie covered in bandages and smelling like some foul burn cream sitting next to Nymphadora Tonks, who today had spiky black hair that was kissed by her trademark bubble-gum pink streaks They were talking so vigorously that Tonks’s arm jolted Percy in the ribs several times, however Percy did not move. Percy sat alone, staring at his drink, in the middle of chaos...yet still on the outside...
Ok that might be the last of the story for now because this next part goes in to a book five spoiler...sorry