#adopted weasley

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ron: are you crying? harry: *holding a knitted sweater with a big "H" made by molly* no. harry: harry: well maybe a little, yeah

[zetadraconis11]

HL Incorrect Quotes #48

Prof. Black: It seems MC was caught duelling with another student.

Prof. Weasley: Oh no!

Prof. Fig: Did they win?

[greenerteacups]

thoughts on Ginny and Harry as a couple?

There are a lot of people who find their romance in HBP forced. I don't think it's forced so much as underwritten, and the books don't get the chemistry quite right (though the movies certainly don't, either). There's potential, but they just don't get enough actual scenes of substance (besides Harry thinking she's pretty or feeling jealous of Dean) for a lot of readers to buy that they're not only in love, but deeply enough in love to break up, get back together, and wind up married.

That's not to say I don't see the appeal. There's a very cool scene in Book 5 where Harry's doing a woe-is-me-Chosen-One act, and Ginny effortlessly puts him in his place about it by reminding him that she was possessed by Voldemort at eleven, which is a rare glimpse into her character and also a great synecdoche for their relationship — Ginny is a grounding presence who, like Ron and Hermione, isn't going to be awed by his past adventures because she knew him before they happened. In that respect, Ginny's probably one of the few women Harry could feasibly wind up with, because he only ever seems comfortable around people (let alone girls) who can see past the Chosen-One schtick and treat him like a normo (see: Ron, Hermione, the Weasleys, Luna, Hagrid). True to type, he doesn't get interested in Ginny at all until she's ditched her celebrity crush and ceased to view him as an idol, because in his heart of hearts, Harry wants to be a normal boy, and it's stressed over and over that part of what he likes about his relationship with Ginny is how normal it feels. He kind of has a horribly supercharged version the celebrity dating problem: after the Battle of Hogwarts, anyone he meets is going to know him first as Harry Potter, Chosen One, Boy Who Lived, and Actually Fucking Resurrected Messiah of the Wizarding World, which is... I mean, it's possible that there are witches out there who could get over that, but Harry's not an extroverted guy, and I'm not sure how he'd go about finding them. Ginny's the one who's been there since the beginning, doesn't need anything about him or his past explained to her, and actually likes him for who he is.

When you look at it that way, it's not surprising he married his high school girlfriend. She's one of the few people still alive who doesn't see him as a demigod.

[selfish-thunder]

I’ve got another idea.

Okay, so I love those fics that have Harry trying to use his Parselmouth on either (or both) the basilisk and the dragon in the first task of the Triwizard Tournament, with varying degrees of success. And a lot of the time, talking to the dragon kinda works, right? Like, it’s not direct communication, more like two people who are just above beginner’s level in learning the other’s language, and both languages are derivative of another one, so even if they don’t fully understand they can kinda piece together what the other is saying?

So, let’s say it’s like that. And of course, dragons aren’t born like squishy humans who take forever to learn to even roll over; they immediately start walking, flapping their wings, and hiccupping sparks, right?

AU

FIRST YEAR Harry, of course, doesn’t realize yet that he’s a Parselmouth–he doesn’t even know what Parseltongue is and just assumed being able to talk to that snake in the zoo was just a wizard thing.

So, they’re in Hagrid’s hut, Norbert(a) is born, and Harry hears something that sounds an awful lot like, “Food? Hungry? Momma?” or whatever a newborn dragon would try to communicate.

Harry tries to tell Hagrid he thinks the dragon is hungry, he might want to feed it, but the others are confused because it sounds to them like Harry is hiss-cooing or something to the dragon. (Hagrid thinks it’s adorable.) But anyway, however it comes about, it becomes obvious in the time between the dragon being born and Charlie’s friends coming to get them, that Harry can, in fact, understand the dragon and speak to it.

It’s not perfect, but he’s able to communicate to the dragon not to set something on fire or that they need to try to eat the rats as they’re being weaned off the whiskey/blood mix thing. No one thinks it’s a perk of Parseltongue because hello, he’s talking to a dragon, and isn’t this incredible? It must be some kind of ancient inheritance thing.

So, when they write to Charlie, they naturally have to ask him if he’s ever heard anything like that, so instead of just coming to collect the dragon, Charlie comes, too, and they witness this incredible thing. (So does Draco, in the shadows, of course.)

Charlie is super excited and reaches out to every expert he can, and he convinces McG to let him bring Harry out to a dragon range to be evaluated, and they try to keep this new, rare ability under wraps, but some of the assessors blab, and Draco wrote to complain to his father who goes on his own investigation, etc. At any rate, it becomes A Thing.

While Dumbledore steps in to ensure Harry goes back to the Dursleys, the obsessed dragon crowd refuse to be refused outright and secures Harry a camp-like thing at a dragon resort (because they think it’s clearly Harry’s destiny to become, like, the Ultimate Dragon Trainer, and Harry thinks dragons are cool and likes the sound of getting away from the Dursleys for a few weeks).

Their letters don’t get through that summer, though, and Charlie hears from his brothers that they haven’t heard from Harry either, so it’s Charlie who goes to check on him and finds him locked up with bars on his windows. Unlike Ron, Fred, and Geroge, Charlie is a grown-ass adult with his own connections now, which go beyond Dumbledore’ reach because the wealthy dragon resort that’s so interested in Harry is in a goddamn different country with a whole different magical government, and also, ain’t nobody wants to get on the bad side of a self-sufficient DRAGON RESORT that has a ton of dragons that aren’t just roaming their countryside thanks to them.

So, a new arrangement is made. Harry will return to the Dursleys, under strict Romania supervision (I imagine it's some seasoned, scary-looking dragon tamer who demands to stay in the house with them, taking over the guest room, like… ahhhh chef’s kiss) just long enough to satisfy the protection spell, but for the rest of the summer, Harry stays at the resort. Charlie becomes his unofficial guardian, kinda, and: enter, a bunch of OC dragon tamers who are awesome and very protective of their little dragon-speaker.

Second year goes a little differently. First there’s Draco, who hates Harry more than ever over this, but while he knows he’ll never get a dragon-in with the Weasleys, there’s still a slight chance with Harry (and goddamnit, dragons are his NAME’S SAKE, if anyone deserves free access to any dragon they want, it’s HIM), so he tries to become less of a bother. Harry’s still outed talking a different language during duel club, and some people are still suspicious, but most people know about his dragon-ability and wrongly assume the opposite of what it actually is (ie, he can kinda talk to snakes because he can talk to dragons), and Harry only tells Ron and Hermione that the snake was actually a lot easier to understand.

Go to next summer, when his new dragon-tamer-family learn about the events of second year, they firstly, throw a fit because they should have been informed their charge was in danger, and secondly, go and collect the basilisk because like hell are they going to let something like that just rot somewhere. So, figuring out how to destroy Horcruxes later becomes, like, SUPER easy and accessible.

Charlie’s the one who tells Harry about Sirius Black when he escapes, and he straight up tells Harry everything, about Black being his godfather and betraying his parents, all of it, so Harry goes into third year fully informed. He, of course, does not see the grim that summer. But he doesn't spent the year an emotional wreck, just getting a little bit of the info at a time, do with that as you will.

Harry arrives to school with a signed permission slip for Hogsmeade, and even though McGonagall still wants to refuse him because of Black, members of his dragon-tamer family just happen to be in the area for that year for ‘business’ or whatever (aka, protect Harry because ain't nobody said shit to them last year) and escort him to Hogsmeade anyway.

(“With all due respect, Professor, I once had a Peruvian Vipertooth grab my leg and toss me over a hill, and I still got back up and got the collar on her. You think Black scares me?”)

Most of their patronuses are dragons, except for one tamer whose patronus is a chipmunk, and funnily enough, it’s the most powerful patronus of all of them.

Draco doesn’t insult Buckbeak because he wants to prove to the tamers and probably Potter that he can, in fact, handle himself with larger magical creatures. He becomes Hagrid's best, most dedicated student.

I mean, COME ON,  imagine how the whole series can go differently.

Maybe the tamers get hilariously invested in the Scabbers/Crookshanks feud. It's the tamers, maybe, that figure out Scabbers fucking Pettigrew.

Different dragons have to be imported for the first task because Romania would be too biased - or they change the first task altogether because Harry's a known dragon-speaker.

They would DESTROY Umbridge.

Death Eaters vs Dragon Tamers. Dragon Tamers in the Order. Sirius lives because a Tamer was there in the Department of Mysteries to save him. Sirius not going out of his mind being stuck at Grimmauld because he can go to the resort where no one outside the Order recognizes him/cares.

Draco not becoming a Death Eater because he wants to become a Dragon Tamer.

DRAGONS AT THE BATTLE OF HOGWARTS. USING THE GRINGOTTS DRAGON INSTEAD OF GRIPHOOK TO BREAK INTO (AND OUT OF) GRINGOTTS.

THE POSSIBILITIES

[severussnapemylove]

Molly; "How many kids do you have?”

Y/N; “Biologically, emotionally, or legally?”

[weirdraccoon]

Hahaha lmao! That’s cannon now😂

What about fhe professors reaction to walking in on MC & students engaging in… intimate actions?

I was mostly thinking of Fig, Sharp, Hecat and Wesley’s reaction.

Looool, never thought of that one! I feel sorry for MC now 😆 (sorry for the wait)

Fig

Fig *barging into his office two days before he was supposed to be back*

MC *scrambles from the desk*

Sebastian *hides behind MC*

Fig *blinking*: Oh my. I'm sorry I didn't knock I guess?

MC: Professor...

Fig: But really, MC? Over the seventh year essays? How am I supposed to grade them now?

MC: We didn't-

Sebastian: I think we only messed mine.

Fig: Well then don't be surprised when you get a T, Mr. Sallow. And MC? I'll be dissapointed if you get less than a D-

MC *runs out of the office*

Sharp

Sharp *goes into the storage room*

MC *freezes and stares at him owlishly*

Garreth *blushes and stammers something unintelligible*

Sharp *sighs, hands them a potion, and closes the door on his way out*

MC: ...

Garreth: ...

MC: That was so awkward.

Garreth: No kidding. Do you want to continue?

MC: Yeah sure. I don't think he'll be back here until he sees us outside first.

-meanwhile-

Sharp *floo calling Fig*: You owe me 10 galleons, Eleazar.

Fig *through the flames*: What! Damn MC, why the storage room?

Weasley

Ominis *pushes MC off and rushes to a supply closet*

MC *sitting on the floor*: ¿?

Weasley: And this where the team keeps the brooms. Be sure to treat everything here with care unless you want to get detention with Madam Kowaga- Oh. MC.

MC *nervous chuckling*: Profesor Weasley. Is that Gryffindor's new Keeper?

Professor Weasley:...

MC:...

3rd year Keeper *muffling laughter behind his hands*

Professor Weasley *tiredly*: That's 20 points each. Mr. Gaunt, you don't have to hide. I can see the red glow of your wand. At least tell me you're being careful?

Ominis *stepping out of the closet as red as his wand glow*

MC: Yes? We both have our wands with us.

Hecat

Hecat *walking down the stairs from the DADA classroom*

Sebastian, Ominis and MC *coming out of the Undercroft clearly ruffled and flushed*

Hecat *clears her throat*

Sebastian *freezes*

MC *blushes*

Ominis *fumbles for his wand in his pocket*

Hecat *shaking her head*: Go on. To your Common Room. It's almost curfew.

Sebastian and MC *rushing away, pulling Ominis by the hands*

Hecat: And MC?

MC *turns head*

Hecat: Your shirt is inside out.

Sebastian *laughs*

[nioumin-draw]

new sketch of Second chance 1 and 2.

There some pictures I haven't share with you yet I was a bit shy 😳....

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[honora-antares]

Just noticed a tiny little detail that all my fanfics share (EXCEPT FOR ONE) is that they're ALL KID FICS!????? In some type of way. Lmao hate it all you want but I love pregnancy tropes 😂😂😂😂 And TWINS! omg me and my bro are months apart but we passed as twins for a loooong time so i really love it when there are twins involved in any kind of writing.

Of Foxtails and Antlers - NO KID but TWINS

A Silent Vow - SeCRET CHilDreN & BaStaRdS AND TWINS

To Take Your Name - Omegaverse WITHOUT children is WRONG . TWINS

Talk To Me, Please. - Sirius "I found her so she's mine now" Black

I Picked My Poison & It's You - MORE SECRET CHILDREN

[jadenoryuu]

DP x DC x ...

So, I know that we collectively despise the Rolling Terf (and I totally agree), but! If we proclaim the death of the author of the HP series just for this prompt, are y'all willing to hear me out? 🥺

Here's the thing: before being introduced to the Batfam and Bruce's adoptions problem, for me the Ultimate Children Adopter was Molly Weasley.

Never leave an unattended child in her area, otherwise they'll be adopted and receive a knitted sweater for Christmas.

Despite her lacks (like trusting Dumbledore's opinion too much and allowing Harry to get back to the Dursley every summer, favoring Ginny over her other children, etc.), her motherhenning is top tier and her hospitality is the best...

And may the Ancient have mercy on the soul of anyone who threatens her children, because she won't. (I still cackle like a mad creachure every time I remember that the only swear-bomb of the series was dropped by her while fighting Bellatrix! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠))

Does all of this ring a bell? 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

Now! For the actual prompt:

Should Bruce and Molly meet because of Danny (either Fenton or Phantom) shenanigans, what would happen?

Would they fight each other over his custody or become a combined monster of love, care and "look at our boy wrong and you'll end as a teapot then shipped to an undisclosed location"? 👀👀

[padawansuggest]

Obi-Wan: *summoned to the council at age 28, his Padawan and master both refusing to leave his side when they hear who’s come to the temple to see him for fear of them stealing him away* Alright, let’s do this, what can I help you… all… wow. There sure are a lot of you…

Kenobi Matriarch: O’ben! My sweet little freckled boy, come give your mummy a hug! *pulls him in forcibly so she can kiss his cheeks and pinch them* Oh you are just the cutest! Ernian, isn’t he just cute?

Kenobi Patriarch: Adorable. Are you sure he’s ours, Mimi?

Mimi: Of course I am, a mother always knows. *lets Obi-Wan be dragged into a crowd of redheads so Ernian can introduce him to his four sisters, two brothers and three cousins that took the journey with them, takes the chance to glare at Jinn before grinning and pulling Anakin into her bosom* You must be my baby’s baby, huh? Lookit that blonde hair, so pretty. How old are you, cherry pie?

Anakin: *confused* Um, almost thirteen.

Mimi: Oh, that’s a good age. You look healthy for it, your teacher was a waif at that age, from the pictures we were sent while he was growing up.

Anakin: *knows that Obi-Wan was very paranoid and thin at that age, but not why* Yeah. He’s bigger now. He says he wants to grow a beard.

Mimi: Oh, that’ll be nice. His uncle on his papa’s side has a very nice beard.

Yoda: *comes dottering over* Happy we are, to connect a child to their home past the impressionable age of childhood that can confuse them, but wonder we do, why now?

Mimi: Does he always talk like that? Been doin it since we got here?

Qui-Gon: Heh, yeah, try growing up with him. O’ben used to mock him straight to his face as a kid.

Yoda: Spirit, he has! Gumption!

Qui-Gon: O’ben’s his favorite.

Mimi: He’s everyone’s favorite, from what I’ve heard. Now now, we don’t want to get O’ben all in a tizzy by inviting him to a family gathering, that would just be too much family for him to handle.

Anakin: Master handles parties very well?

Qui-Gon: *puts his hands on Anakin’s shoulders* He /survives/ parties, grandpadawan, he handles them by surviving them.

Mimi: Exactly. Just like my Ernian, from what nice Master Mace tells me.

Qui-Gon: *glares at Mace because he knows damn well her initial glare at him was from Mace’s storytelling*

Mimi: Anyways, a bunch of us had reason to head this way, decided to make it a mini reunion of sorts. Well, more like O’ben’s first time meeting most of them, but listen, my brother and husband and I got a bet to settle once and for all. Which we need to see O’ben to settle it.

Qui-Gon: *loves bets* Oh??

Mimi: Yessiree, we been wondering how many adult fangs O’ben has.

Qui-Gon: …I don’t actually know the answer to that one? He hasn’t bitten me in years.

Mace: He bit me less than two months ago after a spar. I startled him while he was in attack mode, but he was also still in sparring mindset, didn’t make the fangs drop.

Anakin: I’m sorry, what? Master has fangs?

Mimi: Sure does, baby! Alla us do. It’s Stewjoni genetics. See I got a total of eight droppable fangs, and Ernian’s only got four, so all of our kids have had a mix. We’ve even seen five in onea the boys, but he chose to get that one replaced, since it bothered him. We need to know how many fangs O’ben has to settle the bet.

Anakin: *eyes sparkling* How do you drop them?

Mimi: *pulls up her upper lip, and presses down on the gums above her canines on the left side, dropping two sharp fangs* Jus like that, sugar.

Anakin: *firm nod* Okay, I got this. *darts off into the crowd and manages to drag Obi-Wan outta the thick of it, before climbing him till he sighs and sits down, climbs into his lap*

Obi-Wan: *ignoring his cooing and snickering family while his child sits on him* Can I help you, Padawan mine?

Anakin: I wanna see the fangs.

Obi-Wan: *blushes super hard* I… really?

Anakin: Yeah. Your mom has super cool fangs, I want to see yours too.

Obi-Wan: *gives his mom a wary look before sighing, opening his mouth and manually depressing on each section, ignoring the way everyone in the room is watching* See? Not all that interesting.

Anakin: *looks back at Mimi* He has six. Who wins the bet.

Cousin 3: Gimme a minute to do the math for averages- *has the pad in his hands snatched by deft little fingers as Anakin steals it to do his math for him*

Anakin: Average looks like five?

Brother 2: Shit. I threw off the average, didn’t I?

Anakin: Were you the one with only five?

Brother 2: Yeah.

Anakin: Then yes.

Ernian: *fist pump in the air* I win! The pot is mine!

Mimi: *deep sigh, before coming over to sit next to her youngest and who she’s decided is a pretty good grandson* Well, we tried. *pulls a very confused Obi-Wan into her side for a hug* Still, we’ll be on the planet for a few days, it’d be nice to get to know you a bit better.

Obi-Wan: *blushy blushy* Oh, um, okay. That sounds nice. Anakin too?

Mimi: Yeah, O’ben, Anakin too.

Anakin: *snuggling against his master’s shoulder* We should all go to the room of a thousand fountains. It’s bigger. Less crowded. My mom works in the garages, she can come too?

Mimi: *absolutely enchanted with little baby grandson just like Obi-Wan is* Yeah, I’d like to meet her.

[the-cursed-girl-in-a-blue-box]

Faded Away (Potter Twin x Dean Thomas; Obscurial)┃Premise - dreamquaffle47 - Harry Potter - AO3, Wattpad

If you're tired of Potter twin cliches, then this book is for you.

Stolen away on the night her parents died, Mary grew up as the problem child of an incompetent Muggle couple. She knows she is different, that much is evident from people's reactions to the things she can do. But when Mary is thrown into a world where magic is real, she will soon discover that being haunted by the ghosts of her parents and being driven up the wall by a man who claims to be her mother's friend is the least of her concerns.

Something lurks in the dark recesses of her mind. Something that has been trapped in the shadows for far too long. Something evil that wants to break out.

Albus Dumbledore cannot help but take a special interest in the little girl in whom he sees his dead sister - especially because history may be repeating itself…for the third time. He fears that Mary bears the curse of the Dumbledores: an Obscurus that threatens the very foundation of Hogwarts.

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Status: Ongoing (19/?); at least once a week updates.

[simsim54]

arthur: come here, son. harry: ron is in his room. arthur: i meant you. harry, voice cracking: oh. okay.

[goggles-mcgee]

I was reading your latest PFO and I realised something. Charlie tells everyone, including the dragons, about the gossip. And like every HP fic let's pretend that these dragons are intelligent enough to understand human language. Now, imagine Harry in the first stage of the tournament. He has to face the dragons and he's so freakin nervous about it. He's filled with dread. And then he starts mumbling things like "I wonder if this is the kind of emotion Snape feels like whenever he saw my Dad with Mom" and the dragon who was just about to roar/spit fire at him s t o p s. THE DRAGON IS INVESTED TOO!!! AND HARRY NOTICES!!! And then Harry just starts chatting with the dragon in front of everybody where they can all hear it.

Okay that would be great but consider.....they do understand human language but it's only some words. Like they get the gist but it's not a direct translation to their mother tongue. So they understand but still rely on human body language more than anything since there are so many human tongues.

I would like to think that Harry, the little bastard he is, instead of actually trying in the Tri-Wiz tournament, he purposefully tries to get the least amount of points. First challenge he legit just sits in front of the dragon and is just like, I wonder if parseltongue works with dragons? Guess we're gonna find out!

It does but it's like speaking to someone who is not fluent and has an accent. The dragon finds it adorable and is just like, "Ah yes. This is now my hatchling."

Harry is ecstatic and just absolutely blabs about the whole Potter Family Opera to Feng who in turn tells all the other nesting mothers and when they go back to Romania they tell all the other dragons.

Charlie starts to learn Parseltongue just so he can keep Feng up to date and because Harry sends letters to Feng for Charlie to read. (Harry tries his best to write the parseltongue translations phonetically)

The dragons are all hooked on the drama too.

[theopinionsofatlas]

Fanfic recommendation

For Percy

A Percy Weasley centric fic, absolutely rips out your heart. I cried. Don’t read if you can’t handle the idea of an abusive mother. I’m going to leave it at that so I don’t spoil anything, but I finished it like 10 mins ago and I’m still crying.

Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of violence (child abuse) and Major Character Death (of a child)

[347-emeraldbitch]

Percy: Ron!!! You invented poor Harry to join us this summer?

Ron: Of course I did. He’s never been on holiday. He’s so excited.

Percy: But I thought you liked Harry? Why would you introduce him to more of us? Hasn’t he suffered enough!?!

Ron: He’s used to you by now. I don’t think it could be worse.

Percy: Rude, but Ronald it’s family reunion summer!!! You’re dragging him to meet our stuffy pure blood relatives?!?!?

Ron: . . . . I’ve made a mistake. He will never forgive me.

[malfiora]

[Three's Company]

(because I'm unoriginal as shit)

Part of the adoption clinic

He rather liked the scuff mark on the tiled kitchen floor, it added character. It reminded him of when and why a stuffy, apathetic "Potter" became a cordial, slightly warmer "Harry." He was a sucker for tokens and memorabilia, having grown up with so few, and the blemish became another addition to his collection. Still, he couldn't help but smirk when Draco scoffed and said, "You really ought to have gotten rid of that by now."

Harry smirked but didn't turn away from the counter. "Maybe I like being reminded of you," he said coquettishly, knowing the undue affection would make the other man uncomfortable. When Draco did, indeed, squawk in awkwardness, Harry chuckled to himself. This was the little game they played, the preamble to a formless contract between them all.

It began with a proposition -- from Ginny because he'd have taken it in all the wrong ways if Harry had asked. As it stood, Draco wasn't particularly flattered by the offer, thinking first they were teasing, then pitying him, and then freakishly serious. He hadn't taken their offer -- he didn't reject it either, so Harry saw that as a win even if Gin was less sure. Lo and behold, that following month, the night after the First Day of School, Draco appeared on their doorstep, forlorn and asking for a cup of tea.

Though that night marked an important turn in their relationship, the activity was nothing too adventurous. Gin had caressed Draco as he rut against Harry, and the whole ordeal was over rather quickly. To his credit, Draco didn't cry afterwards, which Harry figured he would if their situations had been reversed.

Anyhow, a year later and this had become routine. Draco would come over when one of them was home and pout and brood until the other arrived, then they'd keep up a pretense of friends chatting for a few minutes before heading upstairs while undressing. Harry was the lucky one answering the door this time, and they both had made a beeline to the kitchen to wait for Ginny. Once there, he'd busied himself with preparing a snack that neither of them would eat just for something to do with his hands. It was a light distraction from the anticipation that hummed beneath his skin, and he'd have been shocked if the Slytherin currently occupying his kitchen hadn't picked up on it. No, it was more believable that Draco hadn't said anything about it, unable to help Harry release some of that energy, anyway. That was the unspoken rule.

Harry gripped the counter so hard he thought he might tear it off when he heard the front door click open. He was torn between rushing to greet his wife at the expense of seeming overeager and playing it cool like his houseguest. He tried to strike a middle ground by turning and leaning casually against the counter and loosely folding his arms. He grinned when Ginny poked her head into the room to confirm that that was where he was. Her eyes lit up when she saw Draco there, too, and she wore an easy smile.

"There you are," she said as she entered the room. She placed a gentle hand on Draco's shoulder as she stepped toward Harry, and he took a moment to appreciate the way it lingered there while she placed a kiss on his own stubbly cheek. "Sorry to keep you waiting, last minute copyediting error." She then proceeded the launch into the minutiae of work as a columnist for the Prophet.

For the life of him, Harry couldn't find it in him to care. Instead, he focused on the shape of Ginny's lips as they quirked around each pun and joke at her coworker's expense, the curve of her tongue as it outlined each syllable. He glanced over to Draco and saw him paying rapt attention, which of course reminded him of their prescribed activities for the evening. The thought that he would soon watch another man touch his wife -- that he was about to share her with his former school rival, no less -- excited him terribly, and he had to cough to clear his throat.

"All right, there, Harry?" Ginny asked, placing a hand on his back, and he swore he could feel the warmth of it through his sweater.

"He's just excited," Draco said through a half-smirk. "Probably been waiting longer than I have."

Harry smiled sheepishly. He wouldn't deny the assertion, especially if it got him what he wanted; he wasn't that proud.

Ginny's hand slid sensuously down his back and plucked a grape from the makeshift charcuterie board he'd been preparing. She popped it in her mouth and smirked. "Let's not keep him waiting, then."