|Seven Relatively FailSafe Ways to Charm a Witch
Author: the-snitch-is-loose PM
Seven love stories told by seven different couples. This story shows everything from the marauders trying to find love to the next generation doing the same. As it turns out, charming a witch takes more than fancy wandwork.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - Chapters: 7 - Words: 18,187 - Reviews: 17 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 06-01-12 - Published: 04-15-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8028093
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"…so raise your wands, and your butterbeers, to the couple that I owe everything to. Ron and Hermione, may your lives be long and happy, and may your time together be as magical as it has been after all these years of pretending to hate each other." Harry raised his butterbeer over the heads of the crowd and shouted, "To Mr. and Mrs. Weasley!"
"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley!" The Three Broomsticks echoed, ending with a floor-shaking cheer.
Harry jumped down from the chair he was standing on and was immediately pulled into a gruff hug by Ron. "You didn't have to make a toast, mate!" the ginger yelled over the din of the crowd, rumpling Harry's already untidy hair.
" 'course I did!" Harry replied indignantly as he somehow managed to disentangle himself from his best friend's grasp. "I'm your best man!"
"Yeah, well, I didn't make a speech at your wedding,"
"Yes you did, Ron," Hermione cut in. She still had tears on her cheeks from listening to Harry's speech, yet she was beaming nonetheless.
"You were probably too plastered, you wouldn't remember it," Ginny joined the conversation as she fought her way through the crowd to be with the three of them. She kissed Harry on the cheek and said, before Ron could interject with an angry retort, "That was some speech,"
Harry shrugged. "They deserve it."
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione was crying again, and Ron looked sulky as she threw her arms around Harry's neck. "You're the sweetest!"
"Sorry, Ron," Hermione turned and kissed her husband full on the mouth. "Second sweetest."
"We'll leave you two to talk to your many admirers, then," said Ginny, taking Harry's hand and leading him away with a small smile. "We'll see you later!"
"Bye!" called Hermione as, sure enough, friends and family started to surround the couple completely.
Harry and Ginny walked towards the bar, sat down, and each ordered a butterbeer. While they were waiting, Harry pulled a Chocolate Frog out of his pocket. "Want one?" he asked.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "You know I have a match tomorrow! I need to eat healthy, Gwen—"
"Who cares about Gwen? Your brother just got married! You can't eat like a rabbit every day, you know."
"I do not eat like a rabbit!"
"Yes you do."
"Only on the days before a match!"
"Fine," Harry said, unwrapping the frog. "I guess I'll just have to eat it myself. Mmm . . ."
Ginny watched him coldly as he took a small, but very slow and deliberate, bite.
"I hate you," she snarled, grabbing the frog from him and eating it.
Harry grinned smugly, leaning in to kiss her on the neck. "I love you . . ."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Ginny sounded irritated, but her smile gave her away. At that moment, their butterbeers arrived and the two of them got up from the bar and looked around the room for someone else to talk with.
"C'mon, let's go sit with Neville and Seamus," Harry suggested, taking the lead and aiming for a table towards the back of the pub. Ginny nodded and followed him.
Neville, Seamus, Dean, and George were all sitting at a booth playing Exploding Snap and drinking their butterbeers, laughing and joking raucously and reminiscing over old stories. They looked like they were having a good time, but Harry decided he wasn't really in the mood for such a boisterous atmosphere. He turned to Ginny and said so.
"Well, all right, let's go sit with Luna and Lavender,"
"Lavender's here?" Harry gasped, stopping in his tracks. "Lavender Brown?"
"Either that or she's got an identical twin we didn't know about who was also attacked by a werewolf," Ginny said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Come on, let's go,"
But Harry stayed rooted to the spot. "Gin, you know I think she's annoying."
"Fine," Ginny sighed, clearly getting impatient. "Would you rather sit with Michael?"
"Yeah, Michael Corner. You remember him, right?"
"I—what – how could—NO!"
Ginny laughed and said, "I was joking! It was a joke! For Merlin's sake, Harry, calm down. And put your wand away, will you?"
"That was not funny." He glared at her.
"It was funny."
"It was a little funny."
"It was funny."
"Fine, it was funny."
"I know," said Ginny smugly, kissing him on the cheek again. "Let's go take a walk,"
The two of them looked around cautiously to make sure no one saw them leave, then stepped out onto Hogsmeade's main road. The Three Broomsticks' sign creaked behind them as they walked further away from the ruckus inside the little pub, but apart from that they needn't have concerned themselves with what was going on at Madam Rosmerta's booming little business.
High Street was ablaze with late afternoon sunlight, which washed over the crooked cobblestones and dusty shops. It was April, and the shopkeepers could still be seen going about their annual spring cleaning; dusting cauldrons, sweeping porches, and setting up new displays of jelly slugs and licorice wands. Outside the post office, a wizard with a wispy beard was straightening a pile of spare parchment that was taller than he was, while owls of every size and color stared at him through the shop windows. Zonko's was almost the liveliest shop on the street, but it could never compare to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, which stood right in the middle of everything, blazing purple and orange signs instantly grabbing the attention of even the most stoic little witch. Overhead, birds were tweeting and singing, sharing news with each other that they'd saved up all winter. Hogwarts loomed in the distance, familiar skyline acting almost as a beacon to Harry, who hadn't set foot in the place since the last repairs had been finished nearly six years ago.
"Their wedding was beautiful," said Ginny as she took Harry's hand and started meandering down the busy street.
"Mmm," Harry agreed, smiling down at her. "Not as beautiful as—"
"Don't you dare use that corny compliment on me, Harry Potter."
"I wasn't!" Harry said quickly. "I was going to say it wasn't as beautiful as our wedding!"
Ginny eyed him suspiciously, but let it go.
"Well, all right. I suppose that's true enough," she said.
"Luckily I had such a master designer do all the visual stuff," Harry said softly, squeezing his wife's hand. "All that color coordinating gave me a headache,"
"Their colors were nice!" Ginny said defensively, not eager to bash their best friends' wedding. "I am personally a huge fan of sky blue,"
"I didn't say their colors weren't nice!" He paused before continuing, "But we did have the Weird Sisters at ours, mind you . . . And some very famous Quidditch players . . ."
"Luckily I have such a rich and famous husband to pull all kinds of strings," crooned Ginny, putting her head on Harry's shoulder as they walked. "The Minister of Magic himself would show up in nothing but a tutu if the Boy Who Lived asked him to,"
Harry pursed his lips. "Quit it, all right? I'm sorry I almost used a corny pick-up line on you, ok?"
"Come on, when are you going to stop being so shy about how famous you are? You killed Voldemort, you deserve a little special treatment," reasoned Ginny.
"I don't deserve the stupid Daily Prophet photographers following me everywhere," he mumbled.
At this, Ginny laughed. "True enough. But that's my point! You already have to deal with the bad parts of being famous, why not enjoy some of the perks while you can?"
"Because that's taking advantage of people."
"Not if they owe you their lives!"
"Don't be dramatic. No one owes me their lives, they all fought—"
"Please tell me you're joking," Ginny's eyes flashed; she was actually angry now. "Did anyone else go into that forest to—"
"Can we talk about something else?"
For a moment, she looked as though she would have dearly loved to scream "NO!" in his face and carry on with her rant, but she bit her tongue. Harry let out a sigh of relief as she said simply, "Fine. But this conversation isn't over."
"Do you think we should start heading back?" he suggested, ignoring her last comment. They'd gone almost to the very end of the street, and the Three Broomsticks was already quite far behind them.
"No, let's keep going. Believe it or not, even when you're being a prat I like spending time with you," Ginny grinned at him, pushing his glasses further up his nose playfully.
"Very funny," Harry replied sarcastically, though he smiled wryly. "You're just full of wit and hilarity today, aren't you?"
"I guess I am," said Ginny with a laugh. The two of them strolled leisurely down the street, unbothered by the idea of their friends and family waiting for them inside the Three Broomsticks. Suddenly, a ring of dark blue clouds that had been threatening to extinguish the sun's rays all afternoon achieved its goal. The crowded street grew overcast in less than a minute, the gleaming windows dulled, and a heavy rain began to fall. Shopkeepers up and down the street glared up at the sky, cursing the weather for robbing them of a good sales day, then grabbed their various wares and took cover inside their establishments. Their customers followed suit, often simply dashing inside the nearest building. Ginny grabbed Harry's hand and started to do the same, but her husband resisted her.
"Harry, what are you doing? Let's go inside before my dress gets ruined!"
"I'll buy you fifty more dresses exactly like it," said Harry with a wink, not letting go of her hand. "Now, come on! A bit of rain never hurt anyone."
"It melted the Wicked Witch of the West. You told me that."
"You're a witch, but I you're not wicked. I think you're safe."
Ginny glared at him, then stuck out her tongue like a wronged six year old. Harry laughed and pulled her into the center of the street.
"Harry, what are you—?"
But before she could finish her sentence, Harry had put one hand on her waist, holding one of her hands in his own and gently placing the other on his shoulder. Ginny looked down at herself and realized that they looked like they were about to waltz. Realizing that her husband meant to dance with her in the pouring rain, in the middle of Hogsmeade's High Street, she threw her head back and laughed. She looked like she was tasting the rain, but Harry could feel her shaking with laughter. And then they were dancing, by no means gracefully, but dancing nonetheless. There was no music, but they twirled and tangoed and twisted all the same, not caring at all that the people inside the shops were staring at them, not caring at all that they were soaked to the skin and freezing. The harder the rain fell, the harder they laughed, until they had to lean on each other to keep from 1
falling over from laughing so hard.
"I thank you for the dance, madam," said Harry with a mockingly pompous air, bending down to kiss the back of her hand. "and I pray that you will allow me the pleasure of puddle-dancing with you again someday."
"Why, of course, good sir," Ginny replied, adopting the same tone. "You are by far the most skilled puddle-dancer I have ever had the good fortune to meet!"
"And the only one, too, I reckon." Harry said with a grin.
Ginny laughed. "Yes, you're definitely the only man to ever dance with me in the street, in the pouring rain."
By that point, the downpour had become little more than a drizzle of rain, but the residents of Hogsmeade still didn't dare to venture outside their various shelters. Ginny looked up and down the street once more to be sure of this, then looked back at her husband. With a mischievous smile on her face, she kicked her heels off and pushed them to the side of the road. Then, with one final backward glance at Harry, she jumped as hard as she could into the nearest puddle, spraying her husband with muddy water.
Harry looked down at his now completely filthy dress robes and chuckled. "I'll get your for that," he said softly, running a hand through his soaking hair like a busy worker rolling up his sleeves.
"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try." jeered his wife.
With a laugh, Harry jumped into another puddle, effectively splattering Ginny's lilac dress with brown sludge. Spontaneously, it started to rain harder again, as April showers are apt to do. This acted almost as a cue to Harry and Ginny, who went up and down the street jumping in every puddle they came across, shouting and shrieking with laughter. When they had worn themselves out at last, both simultaneously collapsed in the street, breathing hard. Ginny rested her head on Harry's shoulder and laughed breathlessly, while he carefully wiped her sopping hair out of her face.
"Hey." said Ginny after a few minutes.
"I love you."
"That's why you married me."
Ginny glared at him until he replied, "Oh, yeah, and I love you too."
"Just so you know, I only married you because you bake delicious cookies." Ginny teased.
Harry looked indignant. "That's not true! I'm also pretty to look at, right?"
"You cheeky little—"
"I was joking! You're awfully pretty to look at though . . ."
"I thought I said not to use any corny compliments!"
Harry laughed, then got to his feet. He wiped some of the grime off the back of his robes, but there was really no point in it seeing as his entire body was covered in mud anyway. Realizing the futility of his action, Harry stopped and extended an arm down to his wife to help her up on her feet. Ginny took his hand, and he pulled her into a kiss. The rain fell harder around them, running in tiny rivulets down their faces, dripping from the ends of their hair and from their eyelashes. Harry deepened the kiss, and Ginny responded by gripping him tighter. Suddenly, she pulled her lips away from him and whispered, "I'm pregnant."
Time stood still. Harry blinked.
Ginny smiled. "I'm pregnant. I went to the Healer yesterday."
Harry looked disbelievingly at her stomach as if expecting it to be bigger. She took his wrist and placed his hand on her abdomen, hoping that the gesture would make him come to his senses a little. It worked.
"Are you serious? I'm going to be a . . . a father?"
Time stood still again as Harry put his hands on either side of Ginny's face and kissed her. The rain danced around them as though sharing their happiness.
~ Fin ~
A/N: Show's over, folks! Thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your wonderful comments, reviews, and overall support of this story. It was an absolute blast to write and I may even expand on it in the future, using different pairings. If you have any ideas for me, I'd love to hear them! Leave a final review, if you'd be so kind, it would mean the world to me.
Now, I know that at least a few of you are wondering about my master plan. The bit about the symbol that's appeared in every chapter. If recognized that it was the Chocolate Frog, excellent! But did you know the significance behind how the Frog was brought up each time? If not, allow me to explain:
Chapter 1: James is acting really moody and Sirius uses the Frog in an attempt to cheer him up. This was meant to show that a sense of humor is necessary to fall in love sometimes. James eventually laughed at the frog, meaning he has sense of humor, so he gets to marry Lily in the end.
Chapter 2: Liars aren't lovers. Fred and George were willing to make themselves look better by pretending to be on Chocolate Frog cards, and again by tricking the veela later on. But that's no way to go about it, so the twins' frog idea doesn't work out.
Chapter 3: Compassion and understanding are necessary in order for a relationship to work. Victoire hasn't learned this yet, and so it'll take a while for her to be worthy of Teddy. Victoire pushes her frog away from her and doesn't get it back until later in life.
Chapter 4: Always look on the bright side and be optimistic! Not everything will go according to plan, you may not get a fairy tale love story, but as long as you've got each other, nothing can go wrong. So Ron's frog gets a "partner" (Harry's frog), even though it has no wizard card.
Chapter 5: Remus is right: honesty IS the best policy. Lupin showed Sirius how it was done by being honest to him about the Chocolate frog James tampered with (instead of letting him embarrass himself again) and Sirius applied that to his situation with Chelsea, told the truth, and got what he wanted. His frog was poisoned, but in the end there was no need for Sirius to eat it. This symbolizes his potential relationship with Chelsea: while he lied to her, he poisoned his chances of getting with her, but in the end, after he'd told the truth, he realized he didn't want to be with her anyway.
Chapter 6: Persistence does pay off, but only when paired with tact. McLaggen was rude both in the way that he ate his Chocolate Frogs and in the way he tried to win Hermione over, so he was unsuccessful.
Chapter 7: Live a little! Be open minded, have some fun, be happy. Ginny eats the Chocolate Frog even though she's supposed to be eating healthy, and dances in the rain with Harry even though she's afraid for her dress.
Thoughts? Questions? Concerns? Leave a review! Again, thank you all so very much for reading! It's been a pleasure entertaining you, and I've already started three new stories, which will be up soon I'm sure. Until next time, au revoir!