YOUNGEST WEASLEY SON TO FINALLY MARRY LONGTIME GIRLFRIEND

Yolanda Ingram, Daily Prophet Correspondant

Ronald Weasley (42), youngest son of Molly and Arthur Weasley (Sacred 28) is set to marry his longtime girlfriend, Lavender Brown (42), in a private ceremony in the south of France this weekend. Ms. Brown is the newest divination teacher at Hogwarts, while Mr. Weasley works as a joint partner with his brother, George Weasley at their successful joke shop, Weasley' Wizard Wheezes. Ms. Brown and Mr. Weasley already have two children, twins Parker and Paisley (5). Mr. Weasley also brings with him two children from his previous marriage to Ms. Hermione Granger (43), Rose (18) and Hugo (16).

Rumors have been swirling for weeks that the eldest children of Mr. Weasley would not be attending the nuptials of their father and Ms. Brown, but a spokesperson for the Weasley family has assured us here at The Daily Prophet that the entire Weasley family will be at the wedding. Of course, everyone remembers the tumultuous breakup between Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger. Several inside sources at the Ministry of Magic registry office noted that despite their divorce proceeding being sealed to the public, it was Mr. Weasley's infidelity with Ms. Brown that lead to the dissolution of their marriage.

We at The Daily Prophet reached out to Ms. Granger for comment on the pending marriage, and her barrister, Draco Malfoy, stated that, "Ms. Granger has no comment regarding the nuptials of her ex-husband and his fiancee. She wishes them nothing but the best of luck in their future, and asks that the privacy of herself and her children be respected at this time."

Mutual best friend, Harry Potter, (42, Head Auror - Ministry of Magic), stated that he was happy for his friend, and also wished him the best. He is expected to be in attendance at the wedding with his wife, Ginevra (41, nee Weasley), and their three children James (19), Albus (17) and Lily (15).

Full coverage of the wedding, guests, and details will be in this Sunday's edition of The Daily Prophet.

"Tell me something, Granger."

Hermione looked over at Draco Malfoy, the two of them sitting in his office on the north end of Diagon Alley with today's paper on the desk. "What would you like to know?"

"Six years ago when you decided to divorce the Weasel -"

"He has a name."

"Whatever. Not the point," Draco said with a smirk. "Why did you pick me to be your lawyer?"

Hermione shrugged. "I figured at first you'd piss off Ron the most. And…well, I wanted divorced and I wanted primary custody of the kids. I knew you'd make that happen for me." She scratched the back of her neck and sighed. "I'm just glad they're finally getting it over with, you know? Merlin only knows why it took them so long.

Draco nodded in agreement. He picked up the newspaper and chucked it into the trashcan. "You'd have thought he'd would've married her the moment he knocked her up."

"Except he wasn't divorced yet, so you know, there was that minor hiccup," Hermione said, irritation laced in her voice. "I'd like to think karma got him in the end thought. Those twins are tiny terrorists. Especially Paisley. Rose and Hugo say she's just a wretched little thing. According to Ginny, Parker is just a mini Ron. Horrible timing, horrible temper -"

"Horrible everything," Draco added.

Hermione nodded in agreement. She needed a change of subject on this Friday afternoon. Her kids were already off with Arthur and Molly, who were escorting them to the wedding this weekend. Rose and Hugo were incredibly put out at the fact that they not only had to attend the wedding, but be participants in the wedding ceremony. Hugo was Ron's best man, and Rose was the maid of honor. The two of them tried everything to get out of it, but it was useless. Hermione told them it was just a weekend, and then they wouldn't have to see their father the rest of the summer if that was their choice. Since they were over the age of 13, they were allowed to decide when they saw their father, thanks to the paperwork Draco drew up during the custody hearing.

"How's Scorpius?" she asked Draco.

"He's good," Draco replied. "Picked him up from the train this morning and he said he had errands to run. He has quidditch tryouts tonight and then he's heading down to the wedding tomorrow. I suspect Rose invited him."

"She did," Hermione replied. "Remind me - which team is he trying out for again?"

"Puddlemere United. I imagine he'll make the reserve team at minimum. What about Rose? She decide what she wants to do?" Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes"She starts Healer training in the fall," Hermione said with a smile. "It'll be hard work - but rewarding I'm sure."

Draco nodded in agreement. "Considering she's been pretending to be a healer since she was little, this was most certainly predictable." He packed up his bag and set it on his desk. "What are you plans this evening?"

She shrugged. "A book and a bottle of wine, I imagine."

"The whole bottle?"

"Kids are gone - house is empty - so I imagine a good portion of it will be consumed, yes," Hermione said with a half laugh.

Draco shook his head. "What about food, Granger?"

"Leftovers," Hermione replied. "I baked a casserole earlier this week."

"Come to dinner with me," Draco replied.

She frowned. "I have no desire to be out in public this weekend."

"Who says we have to stay in the wizarding world?" he countered.

Hermione's face remained unimpressed. She really did just want to go home, put on her comfy pajamas, and curl up on the couch. These past few months leading up to the wedding of her ex and his new wife, with his new family, was exhausting. By no means did she want her ex-husband back. But she would be lying if she said she wasn't still resentful about how her marriage ended - especially considering that she had managed to be in the papers more often than not since her divorce. They followed her every move and she found it incredibly intrusive.

"Come on," Draco needled.

"I really just want to go home."

"You really need to do something other than sit at home and wallow."

"I will not be wallowing," Hermione snapped. "I have never wallowed."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Fine. Sit at home like an old maid."

"Are you trying to piss me off?"

"No. It's just my natural disposition."

Hermione didn't even bother trying to stifle her snort.

Draco moved his bag to the floor so there was nothing obstructing his view as he looked at her. "Look. I remember when Astoria remarried. And even though I was ecstatic when we finally divorced - knowing she was able to find a husband that made her happier than I made her still stung a bit."

"At least you two were able to still be friends."

"Yes. We were able to find a way back to being friends," Draco stated. "We did that for our son."

"I'm impressed when Ron and I can just be civil," Hermione confessed. "I didn't…I never wanted to hate him. He was my best friend."

"I don't think you hate him, Hermione," Draco said quietly, using her first name in the most sincerest of ways. "I think you're disappointed in him. Your disappointment in people is far worse than hate."

Hermione sighed. "You're probably right." She looked down at her freshly manicured fingernails, a treat she gave herself earlier in the week when she was out shopping in Muggle London, and rubbed the pad of one thumb over the smooth nail belonging to her other thumb. "When Astoria got married, what did you do?"

"I went to my villa in Greece and took solace in the waves of the Mediterranean."

Hermione shot him a wry smile. "If only everyone had a villa at their disposal."

Draco stared at her, eyebrows wiggling slightly.

She shook her head. "Absolutely not."

"You know you want to."

"Spend an entire weekend trapped with you?" she asked incredulously. "That sounds like a disaster waiting to happen."

"It's a large house, Granger," Draco countered. "You could go the entire weekend without seeing me if you truly wanted."

Hermione sighed. "Well then I'd just be rude."

Draco smirked. "You know you want to say yes."

"I want to wear pajamas and read all weekend."

"You can still read all weekend," Draco argued. "Hell - I have a stack of books I've been meaning to read as well. Reading on the balcony, the waves crashing in the background - trust me. It's a great place to get lost in a book."

Hermione couldn't believe she was actually considering the offer. The two of them over the years, even prior to her divorce, had become friends thanks to Scorpius and Rose. The two of them became fast friends when they were younger, playing in the Ministry daycare when Hermione and Astoria would drop them off in the morning before heading off to their respective offices. "I guess I could try to get some writing done there too," she mused.

Grinning, Draco stood up from his chair and grabbed his bag, tossing the long strap over his shoulder. "Go home and pack, Granger. I'll be at your house in an hour."

Rose laid in bed in her hotel room, her hair in one long, french braid as she was reading a book on advanced healing spells. Every so often, she glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. 7:45pm. Scorpius would arrive any time now. She was curious to know how his tryouts went. Everyone was at the rehearsal dinner still, but Rose excused herself after about an hour or so. Hugo stayed, hanging out with their cousins, but Rose could hardly stand being around her about to be step-mother and her side of the family. They were loud, without manners, gushing obnoxiously at every little thing her twin half-siblings did. Lavender's mother had the audacity at one point in the evening to tell Rose she should consider learning how to do her hair, because frizz was unbecoming. Her hair was anything but frizzy. It was just wild and curly like her mother's, but with a deep auburn color.

Her father pulled her aside when she asked to be excused for the evening, looking somewhat disappointed at her request.

"Rose, I'd really like for you to stay," Ron said to his daughter.

"Dad, I know, but honestly, I just can't," Rose replied. "I know you love her, and that's fine - that's your choice - but I just can't."

Ron sighed. "Lavender isn't the reason why your mother and I divorced. We hadn't been happy for awhile."

"You still could've gone about it the normal way. Just asked for a divorce instead of doing what you did."

"Rose, it's hard to explain."

"I'm not a child, Dad."

Ron sighed again. "I'm asking you to please stay until the party is over. Lavender will be upset if you leave early."

Rose shrugged. "And I am politely declining. Besides, Scorpius will be here soon."

Scowling, Ron raked a frustrated hand through his hair. "I thought I told you this was a family weekend?"

"He's my best friend," Rose countered. "And Lavender said it was fine."

"Where is he staying?"

Rose looked right at her father. "With me."

Placing a bookmark in her book, Rose sighed loudly as she stretched her arms up over her head. She was thoroughly dreading tomorrow as she glanced over at the dress she was to wear tomorrow. The dress wasn't awful, the one silver lining of the weekend's pending events. It was pale pink, form fitting with capped sleeves, a scoop neck, and bedazzled completely in sparkle beads crystals. It was a heavy dress, but with a charm, it would feel light as a feather.

She heard jiggling of the handle by the door, and smiled when she saw a ragged Scorpius walk in, and clad in his Slytherin sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He dragged in his luggage behind him and as the door shut, he walked over and plopped down on the bed. Laughing, she leaned over and scratched his scalp lightly. "Well hello to you too."

"My whole body hurts," Scorpius groaned, his voice muffled as he spoke into the bed. "Tryouts were brutal."

"I imagine they were," Rose replied. "When do you find out if you made the team?"

He rolled over onto his back with another groan. "I made the team," he told her with a smirk. "You're looking at the newest keeper for Puddlemere United."

Rose grinned from ear to ear. "I am so proud of you!" she expressed. "So proud! Are you excited?"

"I would be if I could move," he replied with a sore laugh. "They played us hard for three straight hours. Remind me - what were we doing this morning?"

"Taking our final train ride home from Hogwarts."

Scorpius stifled a yawn. "12 hours ago we were students. Now we're adults." He rolled back over to his stomach and buried his face into the pillow. "Does your dad know we are sharing a room?"

She understood his muffled words, and leaned down, kissing his shirt clad shoulder. "He's aware."

Scorpius turned his head to face her. "Does that mean I'm dead?"

"I didn't exactly tell him the nature of our relationship," Rose replied. "He asked where you were staying…and I told him."

"Selective truth telling, eh?"

She shrugged, running her fingers through his hair. "It doesn't matter," she said. "He doesn't like that we are friends. He'll never like that we're…"

"Dating?" he finished her sentence with a smirk.

"I was going to say in love," Rose replied quietly.

"Very true," Scorpius replied, closing his eyes as Rose leaned in, kissing him softly on the lips. As she pulled away, he grunted as he shifted his body, ignore Rose's laughs as he moved to use her as a full body pillow. A leg between hers, he rested his head on her chest and hugged her. "I'm going to go to sleep now," he warned her. "Love you."

Rose reached for her wand on the nightstand and killed the lights. "Love you too."

Hugo carried a passed out Parker while his father carried an equally exhausted Paisley down the hall of the hotel towards the family suite that his younger siblings were sharing with his father and their mother. Lavender was with them, opening the door to let Ron and Hugo in without disturbing the sleeping terrors. Hugo had a bit more tolerance for the twins than his sister did. He was more like his mother that way in regards to his amount of patience. Of course, he found them to be awful and wretched half the time, but they were also just little kids. Little kids that were spoiled rotten, which was easily attributed to their bratty behavior. Rose and Hugo were the only two that ever said no to them.

Lavender directed Hugo over to the two cots that were set up for the twins. "Just place Parker on the one to the left."

Hugo nodded, blowing his hair out of his face as he leaned down, gently putting Parker on his cot. He carefully pulled his shoes off and covered him with his Chudley Cannons blanket.

"Thanks mate," Ron said to his eldest son.

"You sure you don't want to crash here?" Lavender asked, grabbing Hugo's hand.

He politely smiled as he pulled his hand back. "I appreciate the offer, but Albus, Fred, and Louis are waiting for me. We're going to play some games before bed."

"Don't stay up to late, you hear?" Ron said with a chuckle. "And you four stay out of trouble."

"Which is why I have to go," Hugo replied. "I'm the moral center of that group."

"You're like your mother that way," Ron replied as Lavender frowned. She always frowned when Hermione was mentioned. "I'll walk you back to your room."

Hugo waived him off. "I'm fine, Dad. Really. It's just two floors up."

Ron walked over to Lavender and kissed her temple. "I'll be right back."

Lavender fluttered her eyelashes in a way that both Hugo and Rose found annoying and hugged Ron's arm. "Don't be long, darling."

"Of course," Ron replied with a lovesick smile.

Hugo walked out of the room, and Ron followed him, out the door and down the hall. Hugo looked a lot like his father did when he was younger - tall and gangly with ginger hair - but his eyes and his nose were very much his mother's. His mother often said as he got older, he looked more and more like his maternal grandfather, whom he'd never met. Hugo and his father walked in silence for a bit towards the elevator of the French chateau turned holiday resort.

Stabbing the lift button to go up, Ron cleared his throat.

Hugo looked at his father. "Dad, whatever it is you have to say, just say it."

Ron chuckled. "What makes you think I have anything to say?"

"You always have something to say, Dad," Hugo replied. "And you aren't walking me up to my room because I'm a child, so what is it?"

Ron shrugged his shoulders, shoving his hands into his pants pockets. "I just…I feel like the older you and Rosie get, the more distant you become."

"That's not exactly our fault though, right?" Hugo replied, choosing his words slowly and carefully. The lift doors opened and the two walked inside, Hugo punching the floor his room was on.

"I know you both were hurt, when your mother and I divorced," Ron said as the lift shut. "But it had nothing to do with you two. I've told you that."

Hugo yanked at the knot in his tie. "Dad, look. We love you alright? You're our dad. But Mum…she's our mum, you know? And you left her. I'm glad you're happy and whatever with Lavender, but she's annoying as hell and she makes Rose completely mental. And I'm pretty sure Parker bit Louis tonight so hard it broke his skin for no other reason than he could. And Paisley -"

"The twins are a handful yes. And I know Lav can be, a bit overbearing," Ron acknowledged. "But it comes from a good place. She's just desperate for the two of you to see her like a mother -"

"But we already have one," Hugo said as the lift doors opened. He walked out, and turned around to face his father. "Look - Rose and I are here because you asked us to and Mum told us to come. So we did. Just - don't push it ok? Especially with Rose"

"Speaking of your sister," Ron said with a slight grouse, walking out of the lift. "Is there something going on with her and that bloody Malfoy boy?"

"That's not my business to discuss," Hugo replied.

"Great," Ron groaned. "And I'm sure your mother is just over the bloody moon about it, eh?"

Hugo pulled the tie off his neck, balling it up in his his hand as he clenched it. "Mum has always been supportive of what makes us happy." He shoved the tie into his jacket pocket and stopped at the room he and his cousins were staying. He could hear them on the other side talking. "Look - I'm sorry you think we've been distant. It wasn't intentional -"

"You sure about that?" Ron asked.

He nodded. "It wasn't for me at least. I just - I have friends, and sports, and school work. Plus I'm working this summer."

"Working? Where? Not at the joke shop."

"No - I'm doing summer work for Mr. Malfoy," Hugo replied. "He's changing the way he keeps his files, and offered to pay me this summer to help reorganize and sort his office."

The tips of Ron's ears were burning red. "So not only is my daughter dating the son of a man I truly hate, but my son is going to work for that bleeding kid's father?"

"It's good money," Hugo flatly replied. "And I think I to be a barrister when I grow up. I thought it would be nice to see what it's all about before I decide."

Ron's jaw clenched as he swallowed hard. "I do not want you working for a Malfoy. You hear me?"

"It's too late to say no, Dad. I already committed."

"Then undo it."

"No."

"Hugo -"

"Dad -" he interrupted his father as he stood up straight. "I love you. I do. I can tell you don't think that's true but if you can't believe the words coming from my mouth I'm not sure what to do about it. But I will work for Mr. Malfoy this summer. Mum has already approved it. You're literally the only one that still carries a grudge towards him and his son. You need to get over it." Before his father could form a retort, his anger clearly inhibiting his ability to form coherent words, Hugo used his room key and entered his room, shutting the door on his father.