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Mrs. Molly Weasley was a fairly dependable person when something out of the ordinary happened. She didn't go crazy and panic or throw things or cry or anything else that emotional females normally do when there's something strange going on; she cleaned things. It just so happened that her youngest daughter getting engaged was enough to set her off into war against the house, washing and scrubbing everything in sight. Even though Harry had asked them about Ginny's ring size Molly hadn't noticed because of all of the preparations for Ron and Hermione's wedding. Now all the hints like Harry actually taking part in the wedding plans and his nervousness all through the ceremony fit together and it was driving her bonkers. When Ginny woke in the morning a week after her brother's wedding she entered the kitchen to find her mother's cleaning campaign in full swing.

There were rags dusting, a broom sweeping, and dishes washing themselves as a sponge washed the windows while Mrs. Weasley supervised breakfast. Ginny smiled at the crusade going on against all dirt in the house which had been going on for a week now. She also knew that the cleaning might last for many more weeks. Still in her bathrobe Ginny made herself a cup of tea and sat down on a stool listening to her mother ramble on about starting to plan the wedding.

At this point most newly engaged young women would still be absorbing the fact that they were going to married. Ginny however was not your average young woman. She was sitting and seemingly contemplating the ring on her finger whereas in reality she was already plotting her wedding. She wanted a simple wedding with just her family and friends. These plans would have to be kept secret for a while though because Molly Weasley would most certainly object. With that resolve Ginny went back upstairs and dressed. After that she wrote an explanatory note to her father and Harry and put it on the counter as she tore her mother away from the house that was cleaning itself. The house didn't need it and Ginny knew that some serious shopping was in order.

Many hours later the charmed cleaning implements had finished their tasks and now sat immobile on the kitchen counter. The patriarch of the Weasley clan presently sat in the den waiting for Harry to show up. Mr. Weasley knew that Harry would be at the Burrow around four and he wanted to give him a stern talk just as he'd done when Harry and Ginny had started dating. Mr. Weasley knew Harry had no desire to hurt Ginny, after all Harry was practically a son to him. But he was Ginny's father and all fathers had trouble with the idea of giving up their little girl.

Harry showed up at four on the dot in the front hall of the Burrow. As he entered the kitchen he was surprised to find Mrs. Weasley missing. But reading Ginny's little note he chuckled to himself and glanced about the room. It glittered all over and smelled strongly of Mrs. Skower's All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover. A flickering light coming from the door leading to Mr. Weasley's den caught his eye.

Curious, Harry walked over to the open door and knocked on the door frame as he entered the cozy little room. He found Mr. Weasley sitting in an armchair examining a rubber duck in the firelight. “Ah, Hello Harry.” said Mr. Weasley when he saw Harry.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Weasley” was Harry's respectful reply.

“Harry, I wanted to talk to you about some thing. Have a seat.” Ginny's father began as Harry took the offered chair, “I know you have good intentions towards my daughter. You're like one of my sons as it is. But I want to warn you like I know my boys did when you and Ginny began dating. If you hurt her you'll have seven angry Weasley men to deal with.” Mr. Weasley asked more serious than Harry had ever seen him.

“Of course, sir. I would never hurt Ginny.” Harry answered truthfully, “Plus, I don't think that I'd want to deal with all of those angry Weasley's. Ginny herself has a nasty bat-bogey hex.” he said with a chuckle as he remembered the memorable occasion when she'd used it on Zachariah Smith and gotten invited to lunch by Professor Slughorn.

The conversation then lightened and turned to other things like Harry's auror training and quidditch. Ginny and Mrs. Weasley came home a couple of hours later to look in smiling and find the two locked into a spirited chess game. The men were surprised when they began to smell food and went into the kitchen to investigate and found both women wearing aprons, preparing dinner. Looking at Ginny as she merrily chopped vegetables and laughed at a story her mother had just told her, Harry couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked despite the pink apron and mussed hair. Mr. Weasley greeted his wife and they chatted about their day as Harry rolled up his sleeves grabbed a knife and started to help Ginny cut up vegetables.

"Why thank you." Ginny said smiling up at him and wiping her hands, "I have to check the pie anyway."

"Don't I get a reward for helping?" Harry said pretending to pout since he didn't really mind to help out.

"Yes, you get salad, fried chicken, and a nice slice of pie." Ginny said as Harry looked slightly disappointed. Then she stood on her tip toes and gave him a quick kiss while her parents pretended not to look, causing them all to laugh. The food was soon ready and they all settled down to another one of Mrs. Weasley's delicious dinners.

It was strange for Ginny eating at the Burrow with out Ron. Her brother had never failed to be present when there was food about. Things would be different now that Ron was moving out to with Hermione in London. Ginny knew that as the last one at still at home she'd be spending more and more time alone.

After Harry and Ginny cleared away the plates they excused themselves and decide to take a stroll in the garden. They stopped about half way through and sat down on the small stone wall just off the walk. They didn't talk and when Ginny shivered Harry lovingly put his arms around her. After a while they knew it was getting late and that it was time for Harry to go home. They kissed and then Ginny remembered something. She asked Harry to come with her to Diagon Alley the next day to meet with the wedding planner she'd found earlier. Harry and Ginny went back into the house so that Harry could say goodnight and then with a pop he was gone. Ginny sighed to herself. How could anything go wrong now?

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