Love, Lies, & Losses (A Dramione Fanfic)

Chapter 14

A/N I hope that I'll be able to update a little more often for you guys. You and your comments are what keep me writing, also getting to write about my, ahem, I mean Hermione's love, DRACO. Of course, comment if you have any ideas on how you want me to end this, if not, I may take a break later and think about it myself. Love you all, Stay wonderful, and enjoy!

*Lincoln Weasley POV* (I hope you guys like my experimenting with the POV changes, because some of them, like the POV's of the children, are quite odd to write.)

"We're going to London, We're going to London," I sang, running through the halls waking up my parents and my sisters.

"We're going to London!" I yelled louder to make sure everyone got out of bed.

I heard a noise, it was the voice of my twin sister Josy,

"And we're going to kill you if you don't shut up!"

"WE'RE GOING TO LONDON!" I did the last one just to annoy her.

She ran out of her room, trying to chase me,

"What are you going to do about it?" I taunted her.

"MUMMMMMMMMMMM! Lincoln's being an idiot!"

"Me?" I faked astonishment. "ME? An IDIOT? I think not! I am a wonderful human being and-"

I trailed off as my mother, her eyes drooping as she stumbled out of her bedroom, her black hair looking a mess, raised her right eyebrow at me.

I looked down and shut my mouth.

Mum rubbed her eyes and yawned, then, remembering we were there, composed herself and rasped,

"I don't feel too well, I think we'll have to postpone the trip."

My face drooped,

"But mum," me and my sister complained at the same time.

She brightened and smirked at us.

"I'm just kidding munchkins!" She skipped down the hallway and out of sight.

'Munchkins?' I mouthed to Faye. She just shrugged,

"She must be very happy."

"Yeah, she must be! Last time she called us that we were like 4!"

"I know! But at least she's not yelling at us, that's good."

*Pansy POV*

I heard Lincoln screaming down the hallway,

'We're going to London'

That's exactly what I was chanting inside my head. We were going to see everyone again,

Hermione and Draco, and Ginny, and Blaise, and Luna, and Hannah, and Neville!

Wow.

If at the age of 15 you would have told me that in many years I would be excited to see,

Hermione Granger, a muggleborn, Neville Longbottom, an idiot, and been married to Ronald Weasley, a Weasley, 

I would have stupefied you with my wand, and reserved a ward in St. Mungo's, where you would never leave.

Funny how these things happen.

I walked out of my room pretending to look tired and sick, my children immediately stopped whatever they were doing to look at me.

"I don't feel too well, I think we'll have to postpone the trip." I rubbed my eyes for extra effect.

"But Mum," they whined, Lincoln looking very put out.

"I'm just kidding munchkins!" I skipped down the hallway, down the stairs, and into the kitchen.

I couldn't eat, though, because we would be apparating shortly. To my parent's house.

*Ron POV*

Well, time to go to the Parkinsons' house, again. I heard my wife say something about munchkins and skip to the kitchen. Alrighty then. I was really excited too. I couldn't wait to see Harry, Hermione, Luna, and my family again.

I was happy with our move to America, but I missed everyone dearly.

After a long breakfast, I collected my family together and we used side-along apparition to get to Pansy's parents' house.

I watched as Pansy tentatively hugged her mother and then nodded coldly at her father. I wanted no part in this, none at all. 

I puffed out my chest, trying very hard to look brave an important.

Mr. Parkinson gave me an odd look, then he walked toward me. His hand moved.

I instinctively reached for my wand, he rolled his eyes and then flicked them to the children, who were watching our every move. He took a deep breath, then held out his hand for me to shake. 

I reached toward him and shook his hand. He crushed mine with his. I winced in pain, and he gave me an almost-smile. I smiled back shakily due to the pain in my hand.

He then turned to Lincoln and Fae while Josy hid behind her mother.

"Hello children, I'm your grandfather."

Lincoln, being the rude outgoing child said,

"Really? How come I've never seen you before?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Lincoln! Don't be so rude."

"It's quite alright Pansy, and I'm sure we'd all like to know the answer to that question." He looked at Pansy expectantly. I figured it was my turn to speak up so I did,

"Well actually-"

"I wasn't talking to you, Weasley, I was talking to my daughter."

"Well, father, you didn't deserve to see them before, but I believe in second chances."

Pansy's father scoffed but said nothing. This reminded me of how much I missed my parents, who were so unlike this. It was times like this I respected Pansy more than ever. She turned out to be such an amazing woman when she was stuck with parents like this.

The rest of our time there was a just light conversation, but by the end, even Mr. Parkinson was smiling, who wouldn't after seeing my, our beautiful children. Now for the part, I was more excited for. Seeing everyone else.

A/N You have n idea how much I hate myself right now. I haven't written in like two weeks, and now that I finally have, it's not even that great of a chapter, and for that, I'm really sorry. Though there is no excuse for not updating in so long, I would like to say that in the next few months I will be publishing a Dramione One-shot called *Splitting Ends* and my opinion on Harry Potter Ships. I will let you all know when they are out! Apologies again, please forgive me, I'll try not to let it happen again.

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