Epilogue
-Darn, it's been a week and I still don't own Harry Potter. Stupid fairy godmother, she didn't grant my wish.-
Oh dear me…
What?
I think we finished all the signs.
Good. Now all you people know exactly what to look for.
True.
So if you come to realise you've been through at least three of these steps -
Signs
You make sure to pack your clothes, some food, and any other memorabilia you need and run straight for the hills.
Draco!
Hey! Had I known ages ago that all those things meant, I would have run straight for the hills.
But even then you would have been so lost that you would come crawling back.
That is a false accusation.
If by false, you mean complete accurate then you are right.
Do you naturally assume that everything I say has some twisted meaning? Or do you just think I do not understand the meaning of rudimentary words?
Rudimentary?
Basic.
Ah - hah…
……
…….
What?
What?
What, what?
What - Ugh you're confusing me.
Aren't you always?
Whatever.
So?
So what?
What are you thinking so deeply about?
How funny a red-headed, grey-eyed kid would look
And why…? Oh…Hmm…
Clashes horribly don't you think?
Who says the kid has to have red hair?
Well all Weasleys have red hair.
And all Malfoys have blonde hair.
The Weasley gene is far more dominant.
Please. Nothing Weasley could be more dominant than something Malfoy.
Of course there can.
Like what?
Ginny WEASLEY is more dominant in everything than Draco MALFOY
That sentence is riddled with inaccuracy.
Whatever.
…What if it's a mix?
A - What?
Half blonde, half red.
How can that…Nah, can't happen, the kid will have red hair.
Blonde.
Red
BLONDE.
RED
B-L-O-N-D-E
R-E-D
Does this argument even have a point? It's not like were planning on having kids.
Yes we are.
Since when?
Since you asked me to marry you.
Really.
Yes.
I do not want fifty kids.
Wha - why the bloody hell would I want fifty kids?
You're a little odd Gin, you never know. I have set rules or else I could end up with fifty kids.
Oh just think of it! Fifty little Malfoys. The horror.
Fifty little prank-ing, screaming, unnaturally tall, Weasleys scare me far more.
Fifty bratty, snotty-nosed, pale, Malfoys. The HORROR! Everyone run for your lives!
What if they come out black haired?
Why would they come out black haired?
I dunno, maybe you cheated on me with Potter at some point.
Eww. No! Harry is like my brother.
So?
So what?
Black hair. What if?
What do you mean what if? There is no what if. They'll just have black hair.
So you won't hate them because they have 'disgusting' black hair?
I could always dye their hair, if it makes me that sick to look at them.
I can never tell when you're joking.
Flattered.
If you say so.
Besides, I have already expressed my disdain for black haired fools. If I am going to cheat on you with someone they will not have black hair.
Right, so if any of our fifty kids turns out with brown hair, I'll know you've been with Longbottom.
Eww. Why do you keep picking guys who are like my family?
Only choices I'm giving you.
Ah. Well since I have no intention of sleeping with them - eugh, the mere thought makes me sick - I suppose I'm stuck with you.
Bites don't it?
Totally.
They'll have blonde hair.
Nope.
And you're brown eyes. I like your eyes.
NOPE. Red hair. Red hair. Red hair. Red hair. Red hair. Red hair. Red hair. Red hair. Red hair. Red hair. Red hair. Red hair. Red hair. Remair. Remair. Remair. Remair. Rehare.
Blonde
I CANT HEAR YOU!
A/N: Well, that's it. DONE and DONE. *sighs* and I was having so much fun writing this… Hope you liked my weird little fic and I really, really hope (for those of you who don't review period) that you at least review my last chapter. And one last note, I thank all you wonderful people who have reviewed my story. I love you all. *throws kisses.* ^_^ Ta - Ta.
Quick question, what do you do when you're bored? What would you do? What would Ginny do?
~Jenni~