whats-with-the-birds:

The essence of old age had dawned upon Arthur. A feeling quite alien to him. He sat in the small living room of the Burrow, one leg on juu of the other he sat kusoma the latest news in the Daily Prophet.SIX CAULDRONS EXPLODED kwa TROUBLEMAKER screamed the headline. Arthur intently sought to read the article, but was disturbed when he heard a sudden outburst of laughter and a slight giddy protest. "Ron don't wewe dare!! I just got my dress ironed! I don't want to look like a ragga muffin, mkate ule ulikuwa mtamu when we tell them!!"
"Mum already knows," was Ron's reply.
"Yes well your father doesn't know! Harry and Ginny...

Hermione Granger was downstairs. But she wouldn't be Hermione Granger for long, pretty soon she would become Mrs.Hermione Jean Weasley. It had a nice ring to it, and Ron loved the way it sounded. Maybe it was because the thought of spending forever with Hermione was the only thing that he would want to do with his life. Maybe it was because the thought of having little ginger kids with her seemed perfect. But Ron didn't care at the moment, the only thing he cared about was that his Mione was alone downstairs, and he intended to sit with her.
He walked downstairs, only to find Hermione sitting...