Inconsiderably Considerable. (Sequel To Danger At Hogwarts)-ON HOLD

Inconsiderably Considerable. (Sequel To Danger At Hogwarts)

Hello there! Well you’re probably wondering what this weirdly titled story is; well, it’s the sequel to Danger At Hogwarts!

I figured that I kept you waiting long enough so I am posting it now. I do have a reason for naming it this- or at least I think I do...

Anyway, I now give you Inconsiderably Considerable! :D

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All characters apart from a few originals are JK Rowlings- not mine. I wish they were mine... but they aren't :(

*One month later*

“George will you stop snogging Becs and get your fat arse down here?” Ron’s voice called up the stairs.  I looked at George from where I was sitting on the floor; I was actually writing my potions essay while George just sat there and distracted me.

“For your information my arse is not fat!” George shouted back and then pushed himself off of my bed with great effort.

“Considering how much effort it took you just to stand up I think maybe it is.” I joked and carried on writing.

“Shut up.” George muttered, crouching down beside me. “Ahem.” He coughed.

“Don’t you have to go pick Harry up?” I smirked, knowing full well what he wanted.

“George come on, we’re late!” Ron yelled, obviously getting annoyed now. Before I could react, George lifted my chin up and kissed me softly and then jumped up to leave.

“Geo-“

“Ron, shut up I’m coming.” I heard George shout after he’d closed the door.  I smiled to myself and carried on writing my essay.

The month that had gone by was much less dramatic than I thought it would be and I was glad about that. I didn’t know how much more drama I could take. I finished the last sentence, scrolled the parchment up and placed it on top of my trunk. Then, I walked down the many flights of stairs to the bottom.

Sure enough, Mrs Weasley was cooking. Even though I call her Molly verbally (as she requested) mentally she was still Mrs Weasley.

“Something smells good Molly.” I said as I descended the last flight of stairs. “Need some help?”

“Yes, would you mind setting the table for me?” Mrs Weasley asked and I nodded. 

“Twelve?” I checked.

“Actually, fourteen, Bill and Charlie are round the back sorting the tables out. We’re going to eat outside today.” Mrs Weasley explained, still bustling round the kitchen.

I walked outside to see whether Bill and Charlie had finished so I could set the table but the pair appeared to be having a competition; who could knock the others’ table out of the air, much to Ginny’s amusement. I laughed and sat next to Ginny on the grass.

“Where’s Cerise and Rosie?” I asked, still laughing. Ginny, clutching her stomach, pointed towards the hills. I turned and sure enough there were the two Irish beauties. I stood up and ran to them; the only thing that seemed to be different is that they seemed to have became prettier than they were before if that’s even possible.

“Finished your essay I take it?” Rosie asked with a chuckle.

“Yeah.” I smiled.

“Where’s your bitch?” Cerise asked with a smirk.