This is the last chapter. Please enjoy--(I figured I'd update twice to make up for the fact that I went about an entire week without updating). Thanks for hanging on with me this long.

Chapter 12: Choices of the Reincarnated

The following morning Ginny rolled out of her black and gold bed sheets, and onto the floor, and due to the glued hands, she yanked the blonde-haired Slytherin right down on top of her.

The first thing she saw was sunlight and pale yellow hair.

“Where am I? And why is Malfoy on top of me?” she murmured incoherently.

“I might ask you the same question Ginerva.” Draco said softly as he rolled off of her, and his silver eyes met her ebony ones. “However, I remember something of yesterday, which it seems you do not.” He grabbed up her connected hand from beneath her back, “Remember your beloved brothers?”

She groaned, “How could I forget!”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I would like to take a shower. I cannot stand the thought of oily hair, thus will you kindly not watch?” he asked as he helped her up from the floor. She started to smooth her hair out when it hit her.

Ginny stopped, “You helped me up!” her eyes bugging out of her head.

He turned around from gathering up various potion bottles with a bewildered expression, “What did you just say?” he says in astonishment, eyes narrowing.

“You helped me up! You did something for someone else! You actually-”Ginny stopped mid-sentence due to the expression on his face.

“Malfoys never do things for just anyone…”

“I thought you weren’t your father.” Ginny retorted narrowing her eyes, her voice reaching dangerous levels.

“And I’m not, because a Malfoy only does things that suit himself and his objectives. This Malfoy does things for those who have proved their importance in his life.” He said saving the situation with his typical suaveness, and a grin.

“I don’t know what to think of you. I want to hit you and kiss you at the same time.” Ginny said her voice quavering.

“Preferably the latter, however, you’ll have to wait until after I clean my hair. Hygiene always takes top priority.”

“I suppose that’s something that will never change.” She leaned over rather quickly to grab her own shampoo bottles, succeeding in knocking Draco off balance for a second time.

“Out of curiosity, Weaslette, do you actually want me on top of you, or are you simply incredibly clumsy?” he queried picking himself off of her for a second time.

She attempted to slap him angrily, but he caught her free hand with their connected ones.

Then, he stared at her for a little. “Some women look pretty only when they are angry, however you are one of the few to have the good fortune of looking dazzling all the time, but especially so when angry.” He said in a low voice.

“Then I shall always look ravishing when in your presence.” She retorted her face flushing with anger and hurt.

“Come now, is my existence in your life so repulsive?” he drawled, but his eyes-the mirror to his tortured soul-looked vulnerable.

Ginny tried to respond, but could not find the words, and stared at him bewildered.

Then, before either really knew what happened, their lips met in the most damaging kiss either had ever participated in. Her hand wrapped round his neck and his free arm slinked to her back as the serpent and badger devoured each other, destroying the hatred and ignorance that haunted them; building anew bonds that should never have been broken-and never could be broken again.

From two distant places looked on Salazaar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff, both with tears in their eyes and one wish in their hearts. Don’t let them mess it up again like we did.

Suddenly, the heir of Gryffindor sat bolt upright in his bed, and thus yanked up the girl beside him covered in blue and silver.

“We are the founders re-incarnated to solve the problems that were started by them a thousand years ago.” He blurted out.

Hermione rubs her eyes, “If you’d listened yesterday I would have been able to tell you that Harry.” She retorted in mild irritation, but her eyes grew wide as she glanced in Draco and Ginny’s direction.

“Harry! Look!” she said pointing in amazement.

He looked confused, but then he smiled a little, “Just like my vision!” he said contentedly as he watched Ginny and Draco snog the life out of each other.

“Although, there was one thing wrong with my vision.” He stated unhappily.

“What is that Harry?” Hermione asked

“This.” He said, roughly yanking Hermione out of her bed, and pulling her on top of him, and grabbing her face to kiss her.

Finally Ginny pulled away from Draco, her breathing ragged and his was as well, but she was shocked to find his free hand up her shirt. “What were you planning on doing Mr. Malfoy!” she screeched, breaking Harry and Hermione apart as well from their shock.

“Sorry, but we are married Ginerva; and you started it anyway.” He said trying to get control of himself.

“Just how did I start it?” she demanded, hands awkwardly crossed on her stomach.

“Like this,” he demonstrates by yanking her over to him and planting his lips back on hers’.

“Malfoy,” she mumbled between kisses, “remind me,” she paused briefly to lean her forehead against his “to get you more involved…m-with my plans to get back at…” she gave up speech and surrendered their tongue battle.

Harry looked over at Hermione, he smirks and she raised and eyebrow, “Guess the shower is ours.” She laughed.

“Never thought I’d live to see the day where Ginny and Malfoy would snog the hell of each other. He’s got it pretty bad for her.” Harry observed.

“Well, the snake’s bite is just as potent as the badger’s; she’s got it pretty bad for him too.” Hermione returned.

“Won’t the twins flip when the figure this out.” Harry laughed.

“Well, they had it coming to them, if you remember it was them who started it. Fred and George did it.” She laughed hysterically, and Harry looked at her concerned.

“Are you okay Mione!”

“I’m-giggle-fine.” She laughed again, “No really, has it just occurred to you what has happened?”

“Mione, I’m not too bright in the mornings, you know that. Please enlighten me.” Harry returned utterly bewildered.

“The best pranksters in Hogwarts like to claim none of their tricks ever backfire, and guess what just happened. The last thing they wanted to happen just did because they tried playing a prank!”

“Not to mention they just accomplished what nobody in a thousand years has been able to fix.” Harry murmured. He looked over at Hermione who was still laughing and shook his head.

“What were you saying earlier about a shower?” he asked hoping to change her back to normal.

“Oh yes,” she shook her head, “Sorry Harry, I just haven’t had a good laugh in a long time.”

When Harry and Hermione finished with their separate showers. (Which was rather awkward for both of them.) Draco and Ginny were both sitting a little bit subdued on his bed.

“Potter, Granger-” Draco started, but Ginny stomped on his foot, “OUCH!” he shouted, starting over, “Harry, Hermione Ginny and I have a few things to say-”

“If you mean to say that you’re sorry for being a prat and that you’re head-over-heels in love with Ginny; we already know. We’re also sorry for being difficult too. However-if you ever hurt her-”

“I’m not stupid Harry, I have no wish to incur the wrath of the greatest wizard ever to walk this earth since the founders, nor do I wish to duel with the two carbon-copy pranksters she calls brothers.” Draco finished motioning to Ginny.

Everyone laughed uneasily, but Harry held his hand out to Draco, “Let’s fix the friendship of Slytherin and Gryffindor.” Draco took Harry’s hand and shook it firmly. “Brothers?” he asked

“Brothers.” Harry affirmed with a confident smile.

At that moment the door to the Room of Requirement was blown open and the twins laughing manically in all their crazed glory arrived.

Instinctively, Harry shoved Hermione behind him and Draco did the same with Ginny. All four whipped their wands out before realizing who had arrived.

“Fred, George. LEAVE!” Ginny bellowed and the others stared in astonishment. Her entire appearance was extremely menacing and her hair looked like it might just burst spontaneously into flame.

The twins recovered first. “How is our little experiment going?” Fred asked.

“Looks like its succeeding better than even we could have hoped.” George continued.

“Right, they’ve all drawn their wands on each other and Ginny’s so mad at ickle Drackiekins that she’s threatening to take her anger out on us.”

Then something dawned on Ginny, and she grabbed a thoroughly confused Draco up front with her. “Actually my dear Gred and Forge your plan worked too well. Apparently you’ve never heard of the fine line between love and hate.” She said in a voice that dripped sarcasm.

“What has that got to do with anything?” Fred asked angrily.

“Everything.” Ginny replied smiling innocently and then grabbing Draco and crushing his lips onto hers.

“EWWW!” George screamed.

“Yuck! She’s kissing that hairy ferret-boy!” Fred said squirming uncomfortably.

“More like chicken-lips.” George retorted.

After a few more uneasy moments the redhead and blond-haired students separated.

“You see my dear brothers-in-law,” Draco began, “you pushed us over the line of hate and into love. After all, it was a very fine line.” He smiled back at Ginny who grinned evilly, (something she learned from the best).

“Please don’t tell me you’re thinking of marrying t-that snake?” Fred asked, scared.

“Already have thanks to you; just have to wait a year or so to sign the contract.” Ginny retorted, loving the payback she was wringing out of her brothers.

“B-But your children will have pink hair!” George squeaked in disgust and horror.

Draco looked at Ginny with a quick wink that only she caught, “Well my dear Ginerva I suppose we should have thought of that before last night.” He returned in utter seriousness.

“But Draco dear, what if it’s twins?” she responded catching on to the game.

“Well, we’ll just have to give them over to the tutelage of the best pranksters ever, who managed to put their parents together. After all, Fred and George started it, shouldn’t they fix it?” Draco said in his usual drawl.

Then Harry jumped in, “Wait a minute-th-yo-what happened last night?” he demanded only just getting clued into what is going on.

“MALFOY SLEPT WITH OUR SISTER LAST NIGHT AND GOT HER KNOCKED UP!” the twins bawled in unison.

“Wait a minute, that wasn’t in my vision.” Harry said confused.

“Harry,” Hermione laughs sweetly, “Not everything has to be in a vision for it to happen.” She winked at Ginny.

Harry’s eyes go wide in comprehension. “Oh my Gosh! Go get a room you two! I don’t need to see Draco shagging Ginny. It will create horrid memories!” he hid behind Hermione.

“Like I’d let you!” Draco snorted, “Ginny’s mine, not yours!”

“So Fred, George, when would you like to assume the training of our lovely pink-haired twins?” Ginny asked evilly.

The twins’ eyes nearly popped out of their heads, “Please Ginny…he doesn’t even love you.” Fred pleaded.

Draco stormed up to them, Ginny not far behind, his stormy gray eyes blazing, “How dare you say that I don’t love her!” he demanded. “Then again, I suppose that you having seen love so often would not recognize it as it is so commonplace in your lives.”

The twins looked utterly bewildered, and Ginny finished, “This is my choice and the choice of Helga Hufflepuff. I love him, and he loves me, and you’re not going to stop us…” Then she grinned evilly, “After all…you did start it all.”

“Stop reminding us!” George shouted angrily. They start to walk off, and Fred turned to George, “Why did she mention Helga Hufflepuff?”

“Probably some crazy idea of Hermione’s.” George commented. Hermione glared at their retreating figures.

“What are we going to do George? We can’t let this happen!” Fred insisted.

George looked back to see his sister and her chosen fiancé and looked back at his brother, “I don’t think we have a choice Fred. Just look at them.”

Fred took a quick glance, “Can’t look too long, it makes me sick.” He grumbled.

“However, we can train their twins…after all they did say that we could…didn’t they?”

“Yeah they did.” Fred replied rubbing his hands together evilly and George cackled next to him. They disappeared down the corridor.

Harry turned to Draco, “What do you mean you slept with her?” he asked angrily.

“Relax guy, it was a joke to get back at the twins. Right Ginny?” Draco replied a little nervously.

Ginny nodded and Hermione turned to Harry, “It was a joke Harry, no need to overreact.” She said taking him by the shoulders. (Which was rather awkward for both parties.)

Draco turned back to Ginny, “So do you really think or kids will have…pink hair?” he asked clearly upset.

Ginny shrugged, “Does it really matter?” but there was a mischievous glint in her eye.

“YES!” Draco shouted.

“Relax Draco, laws of simple genetics state there is no such thing as pink hair in humans unless they dye it.”

“So what color will it be?”

“Well, both red hair and blonde hair are recessive genes, so it really could be either. All our kids could be blonde, half could be red-” Ginny was cut off by Draco’s lips covering hers.

After they finish snogging again, Draco leaned his forehead against hers’ breathing heavily, “I don’t care what color it is as long as it’s not pink.”

They smile and Fred and George who were looking through their special binoculars again just shook their heads. “Oh dear! What have we done George!” Fred moaned.

ATTENTION:

BONUS FEATURE:

Some years later at the double wedding of Harry James Potter to Hermione Jane Granger and Ginerva Molly Weasley to Draconis Salazaar Malfoy, a young redhead around Mr. Potter’s age was found in a corner bawling his eyes out.

When questioned by esteemed photographer of our very respected newspaper (the “Daily Prophet”), Colin Creevey, the redhead answered,

“Oy Colin, it’s me, Ron Weasley.”

Our rather shocked photographer gave the man a second look and recognized him for who he was, “Ron? Why are you crying here in the corner? Everyone else is enjoying the wedding of the century—don’t tell me your still in love with Herm!” Colin finished worriedly.

“No, no, it’s not that. It’s just that, I can’t find my way over to London, where my brother Percy lives.”

“Why are you trying to go to London? I thought you were angry with him!” Colin demanded.

“Yeah, so it would seem but…” Ronald dug into his pocket a pulled out a letter, “Once you read this I think you’ll understand why I have to meet him.”

Ron handed the letter to Colin who read it and then proceeded to faint due to the shock of the entire thing, and, due to several requests on Mrs. Weasley’s part, we have decided not to disclose the contents of this letter.

If one were to look at the bottom of this page though, a certain Frederick and George Weasley have copied down the letter and published it: Turn to page D6 for more information on Ronald Weasley and his rather…erotic lifestyle.

“Dear Brother:

It is I, Percival and I know that I’m not on very good terms with the rest of you redheaded, freckled gits, but then you aren’t either Ron, which is why I’m writing you.

I have a rather smashing invitation to offer you, one which I’m sure you will accept without question. I own my own apartment and I know how hard it is for you to meet anyone at the Burrow what with the rest of them poking around everywhere, so I’m asking if you would come move in with me.

I’m sure we’ll have a smashing time double-dating with our boyfriends.

Your Brother,

Percy.”

The End

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Jade Summers: Well I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it with some help from my older sis (aka--she wrote the romance! I CANNOT be held responsible for that pish posh!)

Marie Terensky: So now we can go embark on blasting people with fire and ice--sounds like fun. I just need to stop and get my chocolate first, hey! It takes alot to maintain this amount of engery (aka hand over the chocolate bar--I know you're hiding it behind your back, evil bum! After all I did for you nasty reviewers...I updated, I--nevermind, I need chocoalte). I DONT CARE IF ITS SPELLED WRONG IM DONE WITH THE STORY!