Father of the Witch

Ch. 3

Ron was alseep on the waterbed in his Chudley Cave. Hermione crept into the bed beside him.

"What are you doing here?" he mumbled sleepily. " 'Thought you were mad at me."

"Ron, you acted like a complete arse hole today. However, you are my husband and I love you." She sighed as he put his arms around her. "Ron, darling, I know what your going through."

"Really, those hits and looks of disgust really proved it."

"I said I understood how you felt. Not how you reacted. Honestly. You were gagging! Not even Johnny acts like that!"

"Remember, honey, since he turned 13, it's now 'Nny', not Johnny," he corrected. They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Please, don't ruin this for them. They do make a lovely couple."

"A Krum and a Weasley, a lovely couple?"

"Funny. I thought the only problem you had was the pairing of a Granger and a Krum."

"Krums shouldn't mix with Grangers or Wealeys."

"Your going to behave when we go meet them, right?"

"What?!"

"Honey, their son is marrying our daughter and it's only right."

"I don't wanna."

Hermione looked at him in amusement and kissed him. "Don't pout. It's unattractive."

He glared at her. "Your enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Only slightly. But don't ruin this wedding, okay?"

"Wedding? It won't last long enough."

Hermione groaned. "I'm going upstairs to bed. Are you coming?"

Ron grudgely followed her upstairs. On the way to their bedroom, Ron saw Faith's door opened a crack and he peaked in. Her Hogwarts trunk was unpacked. In a photo frame on the table beside her bed was a picture of herself and Jonas. They were no older than eleven. Ron easily recognized those periwinkle robes Hermione had bought especially for Faith's first year. Faith and Jonas had their arms around each other's shoulders. Oh, no, though Ron. It's worse than I thought. They are long time close friends! He grimaced at the thought.

Faith herself was sprawled out across her bed. Her gentle rythmetical snoring was peaceful. In the dark, she looked even more younger. Suddenly Ron felt a slight tugging on his arm.

"Ron," Hermione whispered. "Thought you were coming to bed?"

"Look at her. She's too young to be married."

Hermione kissed his cheek. "Come on, Ron. Face it- she's not eleven anymore."

"I don't see her as eleven!" Ron protested gruffily. But stil, when he looked at Faith, he saw:

"Dad! Dad! Throw it again!" Faith exclaimed. She was on a Nimbus 2000, wearing maroon shorts and a baggy Muggle sports jersey. Her bushy orangish-auburn hair was pulled into a messy loose pony tail. Ron threw the Quaffle towards her and she immediatley hit it with her Beater club. She pushed her lower lip out in a pout. "Come on, Dad! You weren't trying! Throw it better this time! Challenge me!"

Ron smiled in amusement. At the age of eleven, he'd have never used the word 'challenge'. Although every part of him told him not to, Ron revved back and threw the Quaffle again, this time harder and almost to the ability of a professional Quidditch player. Once again, Faith hit it with all of her might with the club. The Quaffle zoomed straight up into the air until it could no longer be seen.

"Whoa!" Faith cried, looking up in awe. She jumped off her broom and ran to Ron happily. "Oh my gosh, Dad! Oh my gosh! Did you see that? I bet not even Uncle Harry could do that!"

"Ronald Arthur Weasley and Faith Virgina Weasley, I saw that!" screeched Hermione. "Ron, how could you throw that to her? That was so dangerous!"

Faith and Ron exchanged a knowing look. All of a sudden, there was a loud explosion-like noise from behind them. They turned to see a slight indention in the ground and a worn-out Quaffle. The looked at each other laughed in unison.