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“I know McGonagall agreed to this little outing, but how on Earth do you expect her to agree to having our wedding at Hogwarts?” Ginny demanded of Harry, as they were waiting for their dinner at a little restaurant in Hogsmeade.

Taking a sip of his drink Harry paused and then answered with a grin, “I am the 'Boy-Who-Lived' after all. They owe me a favor or two.”

“But Harry, how are we going to get this all set up?” she argued, “I've scarcely had time to start planning the simple ceremony we were going for before. How in the world am I going to plan this monstrosity?”

“You're going to be able to do it with help from Melanie.” he responded, squeezing her hand reassuringly, “That's why we hired her in the first place, because we knew that you'd need help.”

Smiling at the waiter as he brought their food, Ginny confessed, “I'm just not sure about this, Harry. Although my family will be thrilled.”

“Of course, they will. And think how happy it will make your mother, it may take her mind off of things.” he added, more intent on his food than conversation just then.

They were eating dinner at a small restaurant in the middle of Hogsmeade. But Harry had reserved the whole restaurant for them for the night. It was filled with floating candles that cast a soft glow around the room and had daisies on every table. He'd just shrugged it off and grinned when Ginny scolded him for the extravagance. All the while she couldn't help but feel like a princess. She was so luck to have a man who would go to such lengths to have a romantic dinner with her.

Ginny, who only picked at her food, began to think about the many complications this added as she asked him, “Now I have four bridesmaids and a Matron of Honor. Ron will be your Best Man, but who will be your groomsmen?”

Swallowing a healthy bite of potato Harry thought a minute and then answered calmly, “Neville, Fred, George, and maybe Dean if that's fine with you.”

Nodding her head she said, “If that's what you want. I don't mind.”

The rest of the dinner passed smoothly with Ginny catching Harry up on things at school and Harry explaining as much as he could about his auror training. They passed a happy hour as dinner was eaten and a brownie topped with ice cream and hot fudge was shared between them. They were reluctant to leave but eventually the plates were cleared and the waiter brought the check all too soon.

Knowing that the night had to end but still being reluctant to go home Harry and Ginny got on Harry's Firebolt and started flying back to Hogwarts. Ginny was surprised that instead of taking her up to the castle Harry stopped down by the lake and got off. “What's up?” Ginny asked a little confused but glad that she wasn't going home so soon.

Sighing and looking out at the lake Harry replied, “I don't want to go home.”

Frowning a bit but feeling the same Ginny moved up behind him as she asked, “Why not?”

Harry turned back towards her and pulled her close as he explained, “I don't want to have to wait another month or so to see you.”

That made her feel good and she smiled as she pointed out, “Well, in a few months you'll be stuck with me forever.”

“Not stuck with you. I can't wait to have you around for the rest of my life.” He whispered kissing her deeply.

They stayed there by the lake, just holding each other until Ginny glancing at her watch said, “Harry? I don't mean to seem like I'm trying to run you off or anything, but if I don't get back to the castle soon I'm going to be in serious trouble. I am a Prefect after all.”

Looking at her with regret he sighed again saying, “You're right. Let's get you back.”

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Minutes later they hovered at the window to the girls dormitory. Ginny said, “Good bye, Harry. I love you.”

“Goodnight, Gin. I love you, too.” Harry answered, and with a quick kiss, he was gone.

Ginny opened the window a little wider and it creaked as she climbed through trying not to wake anyone. But it was no use since as soon as she closed the window Kate set up a cry saying, “Nicola! She's back!”

Nicola sat up quickly blinking away sleep and pushing her curly back hair out of her face, but still teasing Ginny by asking, “Young lady, do you have any idea what time it is?”

“No, not really. Do you know what time it is?” Ginny asked yawning.

“I haven't the slightest idea.” answered Nicola with a giggle.

Kate ignored all of this asking, “So? What happened? Where did you go?”

Sitting on the end of Nicola's bed as Kate moved near, Ginny began a whispered account of her romantic dinner with Harry.

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