WILDFLOWER, hermione granger.

xviii. take a trip into my garden

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XVIII. TAKE A TRIP INTO MY GARDEN
eighteen

       UNFORTUNATELY, SIRIUS HADN'T BEEN ABLE TO STAY LONG FOR THE WEDDING AS HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD, BUT IT WAS IN FULL SWING SINCE HE SAID HIS GOODBYES AND GOOD LUCKS AN HOUR BEFORE IT BEGAN.

       Now that Ivy really did think about it, Hermione did look great in red. She ignored everything, just... her, and they'd danced earlier, but her glare darkens, watching her dance with Krum.

      "You've gone awfully quiet now, Ivy," Ron snorts, dragging her to dance, much to her chagrin. Her tie-dyed dress floats around her, from green, to orange down to white at her knees paired with nude-colored sandals.

       Ivy raised an eyebrow at him, "Can't exactly plan murder out loud, can't I?"

       Ron laughed, twirling her around and passing her off to Lupin, who smiled down at the girl he sees as a daughter. "You look great, Ivy—I heard about your outburst with a Hufflepuff, who was the last person to tell you that, so no, I'm not insinuating that you got lucky now, or anything."

       "Lovely," Ivy commented, her bag still attached to her person.

       "Sirius and I've been thinking of adopting, by the way," Lupin shares with her, his eyes shining. Ivy's glad he was happy with someone, "We want you and Harry to be the godparents."

       "Snuffles is pregnant?" The two whirled around to Harry, in dress robes, lookin on in shock.

       Lupin's eyes widened as Ivy let out a snort, "No, Harry—We were—We were—"

       "They were thinking of adopting—not me, dumbass—idiot," Ivy elaborates for Lupin, who sighed in relief. He had the urge to ruffle her hair, but did not because he'd really like to keep his hands intact. "They want us to be the godparents."

       "You mean—But that's brilliant—" Harry looked at Ivy, panicked in a way to tell her what the fuck do I say? Ivy rolled her eyes at Harry, "I... don't know what to say."

       Ivy shuts her eyes in embarrassment, "Buckaroo, godparents do not have to be in a romantic relationship, jesus christ—it doesn't concern my... sexuality!"

       "I know," Harry hissed. "That's not what I meant!"

       "Say yes," Lupin stepped in, grinning as he twirled Ivy in the direction of Tonks, who winked at Ivy.

       "Wotcher, Ivy," Tonks greeted as the two women danced among the people. "Remus asked you to be godmother too?"

       "How many godparents does this mystery kid would have?"

       Tonks threw her head back and laughed, "Sirius actually made a list of godparents. You and Harry were his first choice. I was the second godmother, and he still doesn't have a candidate for second godfather."

       "That is something he would do," Ivy snorts in amusement, shaking her head. "Any man... or woman caught your eye lately?"

       The pink-haired auror blushed, and shakes her head. "No, Ivy, let's talk about you and a certain Hermione Jean."