| �So, Stephanie�� Michelle said tauntingly, walking into her living room where ten or fifteen girls were gathered around for the hen party. �What do you think of all of these gifts?�
Stephanie�s bright brown eyes scanned over the multitude of things she had received. All of them were either gag gifts or things she could never possibly use. She beamed at the girls anyway. �They�re wonderful, Shell, why do you ask?� Michelle was mischievous, something that Stephanie noted she must have picked up from her husband, Fred Weasley. She strolled over to the window and looked out uninterestedly. �Oh, I don�t know. You just?� she stopped dead. �What�s going on?� Hermione piped up from the floor, where she and Ginny were marveling at one of Stephanie�s gifts. �Why are there Muggle policemen outside my home?� Michelle asked worriedly. The entire party jumped to their feet, scrambling to the press their faces in the window. Michelle was not kidding. There was, sure enough, five or six Muggle policemen walking up to the front door of Michelle and Fred�s house. Michelle had gone a light shade of white. She dashed out of the room and ran straight to the nearest bathroom. Ginny looked up quickly. �I�ll go see if she�s all right.� A knock sounded at the door. Stephanie opened it shakily. Michelle and Hermione knew how to deal with the Muggle police, being Muggle-born. Stephanie had no idea what to do. She stared blankly at them. �Can I help you gentlemen?� It didn�t escape her attention that the officer staring at her was rather good-looking. He was tall, strapping, and had a very rugged and manly jaw. He was peering at her inquiringly. �Is this the home of Michelle Weasley?� �Yes. Do you need her?� �No,� the officer said, pushing his way through the crowd of girls. The other policemen followed after him. Now this was getting odd. Every single one of the police officers were quite good looking and it appeared that none of them were actually officers. �Why are you here if you don�t need Mrs. Weasley?� Hermione asked haughtily, pushing herself forward. A cocky flaxen-haired officer eyed Hermione hungrily. �We were called out here on an emergency run, Miss�?� �Granger,� she said, staring oddly at him. Michelle and Ginny marched out of the bathroom at that moment, and the grin Michelle had had on her face earlier returned. �Good evening, officers,� she said, walking toward what appeared to be the head of the force. �Whatever are you doing here?� �We got a call,� called an officer from the back, pushing forward to get close to Michelle. �We�re supposed to be here.� Stephanie frowned at Michelle while she flirted shamelessly with the man. Had she no shame? She was married! �Well, girls, I suppose we�ll have to break up the party,� Michelle said, a hint of playfulness in her voice. The girls all groaned. The head officer threw his hands up. �There will be no need for that,� he said, and pulling out a wand, striking up some dance music, the �officers� revealed themselves as dancers. The girls all laughed and started to dance. Hermione and Ginny were having trouble keeping two of the men at bay. The blonde dancer that had been flirting with Hermione earlier was now following her around, singing to her. A tall red-haired man was throwing himself at Ginny. Stephanie watched Michelle as she danced unconcernedly with the man she�d been hitting on her earlier. She gave her a dark look. If only Fred could see� Yet it didn�t matter. She was having a lot of fun. �RONALD!� The music stopped and everyone looked toward Hermione and the blonde dancer. They were in the corner, amidst a blazing row. The blonde had apparently unexpectedly kissed Hermione. He was laughing. �Yeah,� he agreed. �And that�s Seamus, Fred, George, and Harry,� Ron said, pointing to all of the other dancers. Seamus was disguised as the head officer, Harry the redhead who was bothering Ginny, George the one who was chasing Alicia Spinnet, and Fred, the one in Michelle�s arms. Stephanie�s jaw dropped and she pointed an accusing finger at her friend. �You knew about this!� �Who do you think planned it?� Michelle asked, laughing. �It�s only Polyjuice Potion. It should wear off soon.� �How? What?� Stephanie was completely baffled and she turned to Hermione. �How did you know that was Ron?� Hermione rolled her eyes. �Well, first of all, the way he was throwing himself shamelessly at me was my first indication, and then I recognized his kiss,� she turned to Ron and hit him in the shoulder. �You�re not very good at disguising yourself.� He only laughed and embraced Hermione. �Well what are you waiting for? Where�s the music?� Fred called. Seamus walked over to Stephanie after waving his wand and starting the music again. She was gazing up at him warningly. Her arms were crossed, but she also looked playful. �You really scared me for a second there, Seamus,� she accused. �Sorry, love,� he said. �So what do you think of the new me?� he asked, flexing his pseudo muscles. She grimaced, but ran her hands up the length of his �body� anyway. �I prefer the old you,� she said, sighing as he pressed his lips onto hers. She felt the effects of the Polyjuice Potion as he stayed wrapped tightly in her arms. She opened her eyes and the old Seamus was peering at her. �That�s better.� |
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