Chapitre 11: The Reunion Part 1
THE REUNION
Molly Weasley jumped from her slumber as the door bell rang. She had been busy all day and had been hoping that she would get a few hours sleep, apparently not.
She opened the front door to see her daughter and her family stood outside; their youngest daughter Nymphadora shivering slightly in her thin cardigan.
"Ginny, Harry, come in out of the cold" she ushered the Potter family into the warm house and was grateful they were there before anyone else, Ginny was the one who had planned this whole get together in the first place.
"You look amazing mum" Ginny said, complimenting her mother as she shrugged off her coat. Molly was just about to thank her daughter when she saw her clothes. Her dress was a pale coffee colour and sat just below the knee; she didn't look her age at all.
"So do you Ginny, you dress is very becoming on you"
"What about my dress nanny? Is my dress becoming on me too?" Dora asked as she span around in front of Molly, grinning madly as her dress twirled out around her.
"You look like a princess, dear" Molly praised, kissing Dora's cheek once she had stopped spinning. She giggled at her grandmother before prancing away after her older brother's Albus and James, who had disappeared into the kitchen.
"I picked out the dress for her!" Lily added before she too followed her siblings into the kitchen. Molly laughed at her granddaughter before turning and leading her daughter and son-in-law into the living room. Ginny straightened out the pillows on the sofa Molly had just been sleeping on before she sat down. Harry sat beside her and Molly opposite them.
"Do you think they'll come?" Harry asked his wife and Ginny frowned.
"Who? Hermione and Draco or Ron and Astoria?"
"Either" he said and Ginny shrugged in answer.
"I don't really know, Hermione will definitely turn up though, even if her husband doesn't"
"Are you kidding me? Have you seen those two? It's like they're joined to the hip"
"Well I for one would love to see Hermione" Molly interrupted the couple's banter, smiling down at her daughter and the boy she considered her son. She considered Hermione her daughter as well which was why she was so desperate to see the girl. After Ginny had told her the truth about Ron's affair, Molly had forbidden him to enter the house without invitation and Astoria was the same. She had demanded that he say sorry to Hermione today or he would not be welcomed back into the family. He had reluctantly agreed through gritted teeth which had made his mother smirk.
Ginny looked thrilled at her mother's words "That's good mum, I would hate it if you never wanted to see Hermione again"
"As would I, I liked Hermione, she had spunk. She also helped me with the washing up" Molly added, raising an eyebrow at her daughter who just gulped before edging slightly closer to Harry.
"I do it now, honest mum I do"
Molly laughed "I'm joking Ginny"
The group were interrupted by another knock at the door. Before Molly could get up a head stuck around the side of the door. It was Dora.
"I'll get it" she sang, obviously very excited. Molly looked at Harry and Ginny questionably as Dora disappeared. Ginny chuckled.
"She's become tight friends with Hermione's daughter Quinn. I think she's hoping it will be her"
Dora's accusations were proved false when the slim blonde figure of Fleur Weasley nee Delacour stepped into the room; a smile wide on her face.
"Molly, 'Arry, Ginny" she walked towards them and kissed each of their cheeks twice; customary in France which was Fleur's native country.
"Fleur, it's good to see you" Molly said, trying to sound interested. As much as she tried to act as if she liked her daughter-in-law she didn't have any patience for the woman whatsoever.
"Thank you, you too"
"Mum" Bill Weasley boomed as he stepped into the room, slipping an arm around his wife's waist as he did.
"Hello Bill, how was it in Egypt?" Molly asked, her oldest son had been in Egypt lately, trying to hack into some ancient rune codes. Molly was hoping that when Hermione arrived she could give Bill a hand as she was the best at ancient runes.
"It was brilliant, I'm going out again next week but I thought I'd spend Christmas at home with the kids"
"Good, I actually want to see my dad" the bored tone of Bill and Fleur's youngest daughter Dominique sounded. She slouched into the room and threw herself onto a nearby armchair, her eyes thicker outlined with eyeliner and kohl pencil. Fleur rolled her eyes at her punk like daughter before turning and kissing her husband's cheek.
"I'm extremely glad zat you are 'ome. I miss you when you are away"
Molly couldn't help but grimace at the lovey dovey couple and looked over at Dom who was also looking away, picking at her black nail polish as her parents kissed.
Twenty minutes later, the house was full to the brim with Weasley's in every single room downstairs. Even the bathroom seemed to be occupied by a different member of the family every two minutes.
Ginny and Harry were stood in the kitchen, having a wide conversation about Quidditch with George and Angelina as they waited for their friends and brother. Ginny turned to look at the clock which now read five to six. The party had started at half past four which meant that both the Weasley-Greengrass' and the Malfoy-Granger's were very late. Ginny was beginning to doubt her friends' appearance.
"Harry, I don't think either of them is coming" she whispered to her husband once George and Angelina had left to talk to George's brother Charlie who had just come back from dragon training in Romania.
"Just be patient Ginny, both families are probably scared out of their wits about seeing each other. I know that if I was Ron I would be anyway; who knows what kind of revenge Draco's got up his sleeve"
"So you think they'll come?"
"I know they'll come, Hermione can do it"
"I can't do it" Hermione groaned to herself as she sat in her and Draco's en-suite bathroom. She was perched on the edge of the toilet with her head in her hands, just as she had for the past twenty minutes. She had been completely fine until Draco had told her they had to go, she had then flipped out; resulting in her running upstairs and locking herself in her bathroom.
"You can do it love, just think of Weasley's face when we walk in together and then we can go and talk to Ginny and Harry"
Hermione smiled at her husband's words. She had never expected Draco Malfoy to ever call Harry Potter by his first name but it sounded nice coming out of his mouth. It was like the first time he had called her Hermione.
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