Alicia Spinnet was furious.

Her boyfriend of a year, George Weasley, had spent the night at her flat. He said he would cook her breakfast in the morning (this time, he promised, the bacon wouldn't start dancing). Then they were to spend a lovely entire day off, in bed, relaxing or…something.

Alicia had instead woken up, shivering, with an absence of a warm, male body to curl up to.

She stormed determinedly into Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, slamming the door shut behind her.

She spotted him behind the counter.

"You ditched me to WORK?!" she screeched at her boyfriend.

"Um, Alicia--" the redhead said nervously.

"No! You listen!" She grabbed him by his collar and yanked his face down to her eye level. "You promised to make me bacon! We were going to spend the day in bed, most likely have repeated mind-blowing shags, but no! I woke up alone and hungry! You promised, George!"

"Ali, I'm--"

"I'll have to ask you to unhand my brother, Ali," a voice said from behind her, laughing.

Alicia spun around to come face to face with…

…George. Her boyfriend.

She let go of Fred.


Girl Talk

Lavender Brown is painting my toenails.

Good lord.

I can't believe I consented to something like this.

Oh, that's right, BECAUSE I BLOODY DIDN'T!

They attacked me with their nail polish and hairspray and, eek!, eyelash curlers. Ever since they saw me at the Yule Ball (that was a once in a lifetime thing! I wanted to make it a little special…) they've been eager to have me look like that every day.

I don't have time for that. I want to pass my O.W.L.s with flying colors. They seem determined to fail them, but with stylish hair.

It surprised me a great deal that they were doing everything the Muggle way. According to Parvati, most of them are horrid at beauty spells. Plus, doing things this way allowed for more girl talk.

I may be a girl, but I don't do girl talk. I like to study! My two best friends are boys!! Sure, sometimes they get annoying with their incessant Quidditch chatter, but at least they don't attack me with blush!!

At one point during this fiasco, I finally gave up. Let them have their fun by making me over. I can just wash the caked mess off my face later.

And maybe if I'm lucky, I won't have to participate in this girl talk.

"So, Hermione," some random 3rd year Gryffindor addressed me, "who do you think is cuter: Harry or Ron?"

Oh hell.

Meet My Parents

"Erm…Mother, Father, this is my wife, Ginny," Draco Malfoy introduced nervously.

The redhead was doing a good job of hiding her fear so far, smiling pleasantly and holding out her hand to each of the elder Malfoys. Narcissa pulled her into a brief hug, and Lucius settled with kissing her knuckles.

Ginny was well aware that they were just being polite. It wouldn't do for them to throw her out of the Manor. She was a Malfoy now, after all.

"So very nice to finally meet the young witch who has stolen Draco's heart," Lucius gave Draco a pointed look, "even if it is after she's already married to him."

Draco blushed slightly. The way he figured things was that if they were already married, his parents would have to accept her. There was no divorce in the wizarding world.

"I'm terribly sorry about that, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy," Ginny began, "but Draco and I just couldn't wait any longer, so we decided to elope."

"I think it's lovely," Narcissa remarked in a forced sort of tone.

"Quite," Lucius agreed civilly.

Ginny sighed. This was going to be a long afternoon.

After several minutes of uncomfortable conversation in the parlor, the house elves brought the foursome their tea.

Lucius spoke up again.

"Now, we'll be expecting a new Malfoy heir very soon, is that correct?"

Draco spit out his tea in alarm. His eyes bulged out at his wife.

Ginny bit her lip, a small, guilty grin on her face.