Smirking with the Secret

Mrs. Weasley sat in the kitchen of the Burrow, long after Mr. Weasley had retired to their room for the evening. Open in front of her, was the award winning best selling book, "Traipses with Truffles", by Gilderoy Lockhart. She continued to read from this book, learning about Mr. Lockhart's amazing adventures in the wonderful world of candy making, until she heard Mr. Weasley's loud and distinct snores from the room on the third floor.

She snapped the book shut immediately, and stood to put it back in its place on the bookshelf next to "Saunters with Souffles" and "Promenades with Pasta". Looking around to make sure no one was around, she pulled the copy of "Frolicking with Fondues" out, activating the revolving bookcase, and allowing her to step into her secret room behind the bookshelf.

And what a secret was the interior design of this isolated room in the Burrow! Every single wall was adorned with Gilderoy Lockhart's perfect pearly whites, his perfect blonde tresses, his perfect baby blues. "Hello, my darling. I hope you haven't missed me much," she said as she sat down in a bean bag like chair in front of the centerpiece of the room, a rather large picture of Gilderoy.

"Oh no darling, not at all. Though I must admit, I was starting to tire of staring at myself for hours on end. The red in your hair, it is quite addictive, yes?" the portrait replied.

"Oh Gildy! You always know just what to say...That's what I love about you," Mrs. Weasley said, letting out a swoon. Lockhart just let his perfect pearly white's gleam a little brighter.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the bookshelf...

Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione entered the Burrow through the kitchen door. "Mum! We're home!" exclaimed Ron as he shut the door behind him. They had just gotten back from eating ice cream at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor in Diagon Alley.

Harry had his arm around Ginny to keep her warm, because Ron had slipped some Ice Mice("Hear your Teeth Chatter and Squeak!") into her ice cream when she hadn't been looking, and Hermione was laughing at some inward thought of hers.

At the muffled sound of Ron's voice, Mrs. Weasley went into a panic. "Oh Schnookems, they're home! Damn the luck!" she told him hastily, as she walked over to the entrance wall of the room.

She peered into the living room through a makeshift spy hole. "They're not in there...If I hurry, I can make it out there before they go in there to find me," said Mrs. Weasley, debating whether she could move quick enough. If anyone discovered her secret room, she would just go nutters!

She quickly brought out her wand and tapped the wall on the only bit of wall that was not plastered with a perfect image of Gilderoy. This was the exit, but she was secretly saving that part for the picture she would some day have of her and Gilderoy Lockhart himself.

"When will I see you again, mon amour?" Lockhart questioned as the wall swung open.

"Soon ma chéri, very soon," was her whispered reply as she blew a kiss goodbye to her blissful fantasy romance with Gilderoy Lockhart.