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A/N: Hi all and welcome to the sequel to Adventures in Courtship! While it is not necessary to have read Adventures in Courtship, it may help in understanding a few things. I hope you all enjoy and please leave a review!

DISCLAIMER: Not mine and I am not making money off of this. Just having fun!

Adventures as Newlyweds

Chapter One – I’ve Got You Under My Spell


Ginny Weasley-soon-to-be-Potter, watched in amusement as her fiancé Harry Potter, quickly rid his small dining room table of several rolls of parchment. He looked up at her with wide eyes and clearly surprised that she had just Apparated into his flat. She had obviously interrupted something and wondered what he was up to.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes darting around the table as if he was making sure there was nothing else there.

“Hello,” she greeted him and dumped a basket of food on the table. “Mum sent me over with this since she knows you never have anything edible here and wanted to make sure you were eating properly.”

She walked around the table and pecked him on the cheek. “What are you hiding?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly and stood up. He managed to maneuver around her and escaped into the kitchen. “Food, huh? Did you want to share it with me?”

Ginny shook her head and watched as he reached up for a plate noticing that his small radio was tuned into a local wizarding network and a rather loud song was playing. “No. I ate before I came over. Now, what are you hiding from me?”

“Why would I hide something from you?” he asked somewhat nervously.

“Well it wouldn’t be the first time, would it?” Ginny shot back and watched as he sat at the table again and dug into the basket. It really wasn’t the first time he had kept a secret from her. His behavior was reminding her of his secret nature when they had got back together over three years ago.

“You know why I was hiding them back then,” he said distractedly and grinned into the basket. “Excellent! I love your mum’s Shepard’s Pie.”

“Don’t change the subject,” she admonished him and sat down at the table. “You were working on something when I got here.”

Harry didn’t answer. He was already shoveling food into his mouth and trying to look innocent. He had devoured at least a third of his plate before replying. “I have no idea what you are talking about. I was merely cleaning up a bit. You did after all say I had to keep this place looking decent if I ever wanted you over and that’s exactly what I was doing.”

“You’re impossible, you know that?” she sighed and crossed her arms, deciding to drop it for now. She’d wheedle it out of him eventually. “An impossible, incorrigible git and for some unknown reason I want to be married to you.”

Harry swallowed. “You could still change your mind you know. We’ve got what, another five weeks until we’re bonded for life right?”

Ginny snorted in a very unladylike fashion. “There’s no way I’m backing out now. Not after what we’ve been through. I thoroughly intend to walk down that aisle with or without your impossibility and incorrigibleness.”

She sighed, thinking about what their journey had been like since Harry proposed to her in Godric’s Hollow nearly two and half years ago. They had intended to be married in March of 2001 but their plans had to be postponed. Puddlemere United had had a great season that year, putting them up for the National Finals, which meant that wherever the starting team went, the reserves were to follow and every weekend that March was full of matches. But that wasn’t the only thing that had prevented them from their happiness; Ginny had accepted a position in the Charms Research and Experimentation Department at the Ministry of Magic after about a year of working for the twins in their shop. While Ginny had been very excited to get the job, it also meant she had to endure eighteen months of training which involved a lot of traveling. Though Ginny was excellent in Charms, earning an ‘O’ in her N.E.W.Ts, she had a lot to learn to work in the department. Her job involved examining the blueprints of newly invented Charms, evaluating commonly used Charms and helping out the Aurors and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at crime scenes. Due to all the traveling she had to do along with Harry’s matches, it made it impossible for them to marry when they had planned. Now, however, Ginny’s training was over and Harry’s team was not doing very well at the moment due to a significant injury to their star Keeper, they were able to finally set the date for their wedding. On March 23, 2002, Ginny and Harry would finally begin the first day of the rest of their lives.

If all the delays in when they would finalize their nuptials weren’t enough, they had to once again endure the press. Harry and Ginny had managed to keep their engagement quiet for a few months after announcing it to her family, but a sneaky photographer had snapped a shot of Ginny’s ring at one of Harry’s matches and all hell had broken loose. No matter where they had gone, the press was there waiting for them. It had gotten so bad that for a while, Tonks and Mad-Eye Moody had been assigned to be their body guards until it had died down.

Still, regardless of it all, Ginny was very happy she was going to marry the love of her life. She smiled, lost in her thoughts and looked down at her ring. She sighed softly, remembering when Harry had proposed to her and how happy and giddy she had felt. She had been waiting for that particular day since before she could ever remember and when it had finally happened, it had been as if all her dreams had come true.


She blinked and looked up remembering that she was at Harry’s flat.

“You all right?” he asked with concern laced in his features.

Ginny nodded. “Just thinking about everything,” she sighed. She smiled at him.

They remained silent, Harry eating his meal while Ginny pulled out the bread pudding her mother had sent along. Ginny had made sure there was enough for both of them to share.

“And now it’s to Keira Wells, our Wizardry Celebrity Expert! Take it away Keira!” the voice of the announcer on the wireless rang bringing both Harry and Ginny’s attention to it. They glanced at each other as guitars wailed on the wireless, signaling the start of the small segment.

“Thank you, Michael! This is Keira Wells and now it’s time to find out what’s hot in our celebrity lives! Not much going on today, Michael, as it seems like most of our celebrities have been keeping to themselves. But we did manage to spot one fiery redhead in the posh section of Diagon Alley. Ginny Weasley, the fiancée of the famous Harry Potter, was seen entering Fabiano Bianchi London branch of his famous clothing designs. Witnesses say they saw her having a private conversation with the designer himself. This is the fourth time Miss Weasley has been seen in the shop, which confirms many suspicions that she has in fact, chosen to wear one of Bianchi’s original designs for her wedding. Now when that wedding will be, we still don’t know but if Miss Weasley is choosing her dress then it appears that it is sooner than we thought. In other news the Weird Sisters lead guitarist. . . .”

Harry grinned at her as he turned down the dial. “Tonks again?”

Ginny nodded feeling rather proud of herself. “Of course. I was meeting with Neville and Hannah about the flowers while Tonks was sauntering around in there. Definitely threw people off. That designer bloke really thinks he’s designing a dress for me. Tonks keeps changing things to his design. I told her to go in there one more time before she’s to storm out of there in a tiff, shouting that he’s ruined our wedding and threatening to send you over to take care of him. I told her to make it really good. That ought to take care of the git. Honestly, thinking that he can go around saying that no wedding dress will ever make me look good, that I’ll look nothing more than a fat cow and he was the only one who could make me look stunning.”

“You,” Harry began and leaned over to kiss her, “are the most brilliant witch I know. And I think you will look absolutely gorgeous in your wedding dress.”

Ginny grinned, sitting up straight in the chair. She had come up with a very cunning plan to throw the press off and keep them away from what was actually being planned for the Potter-Weasley nuptials (and apparently the wedding of the century). Ginny and Harry were sure to enter any extravagant shop they could think of and pretend to be making plans with the shop owners. Tonks had joined in on the fun, often appearing as either Ginny or Harry and visiting one trendy shop with someone in the family while the real Harry and Ginny were safe to do their real planning. No one could ever really guess what it was that the couple was planning for their wedding.

They had also tried the best they could to make sure that anyone that supplied services to the wedding were trusted and would keep everything a secret from the press. Colin Creevey of course was handling the photography. The flowers were to be taken care of by none other than Harry’s groomsman, Neville Longbottom who worked part time for Abbot’s Alluring Flowers. The shop was owned by his long time girlfriend, Hannah Abbot who inherited the shop from her mother after Death Eaters killed her back in their sixth year. Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet had their own catering service and agreed to provide the food, refreshments and cake for the reception with a promise they would keep the twins far away from the preparations through what they termed “girlfriend strategies”. Entertainment for the reception was being provided by Lee Jordan who along with working for Fred and George did independent music services using some tweaked Muggle devices. As far as music for the ceremony went, Ginny had discovered that Padma and Parvati Patil along with Lavender Brown and her cousin were all trained in strings and the quartet had agreed to provide the processional music. Everything else that was needed had been through various Muggle shops with the help of Hermione and Mikayla.

The tiny fireplace roared into life, causing Ginny to snap away from her thoughts and look at it. She saw her mother’s head sitting among the flames.

“Ginny? Harry? Oh, there you two are. Are you enjoying the food, dear?” Molly Weasley asked and smiled at them.

“Yes. Thank you very much, Mrs. Weasley. It’s excellent,” Harry replied politely.

“Good. Now, listen, I’ve had some thoughts about the flowers. If it’s not too much trouble for Neville and Hannah, perhaps they can whip up some arrangements for each of the guest tables. I just thought it would be lovely to have one on each table so the guests could enjoy them the whole reception and perhaps if he could manage it, wreaths to weave around each of the chairs. Oh, and I put in some more ideas for table settings in the basket I sent with you, Ginny. There are several samples of lace overlays to go over the tablecloths that Fleur and I narrowed down. They’ll look simply darling! Pick the one you like the best for us to use. Ginny, mind that you don’t stay there too long, dear, you do have to be up early for work.”

Without giving either Harry or Ginny a chance to say a word, Molly disappeared and the flames vanished.

Ginny slowly turned her head towards the basket and peeked inside. Sure enough, on the very bottom were scraps of lace.

“She’s not bloody serious?” Ginny whispered as she pulled them out and set them on the table. “Tell me she does not want to add more lace to the bloody wedding!”

“I wish I could,” Harry sighed and picked one of the samples up. He pulled a distasteful face.

“Aren’t the stupid pink lace bows enough?” Ginny muttered and glared at the pieces of fabric. “Fleur’s got all the chairs for the ceremony and the reception covered with them and she wanted to add them to the dais!”

Harry stared at Ginny in horror. “She wants to put those horrid things on the dais? Is she bloody mad?”

Ginny sighed and slumped back in her chair. She was very fed up with all the planning and details. Ever since she and Harry had announced their engagement it seemed like the only thing they had any control over was the date and even that took a lot of effort to work out. The only other parts of the wedding that had been up to the bride and groom had been the wedding clothes and the rings; everything else was out of their hands. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t tried; every time they would try to take over, her mother would somehow twist things around with the help of Fleur (who Ginny still didn’t know how she had got involved) and make it the complete opposite of what they wanted.

Now their wedding was full of every shade of pink, way too many flowers, and very frilly things and not at all what they wanted but there didn’t seem to be much that they could do about it.

“We should have eloped,” Ginny muttered grabbing a sample of lace and staring moodily at it. “We would have been married by now and not have to deal with any of this.”

“So now you listen to me,” Harry grumbled and threw the sample he held on the table. He stood up and went to fetch Ginny a fork for them to share the bread pudding. “I told you a hundred times before we should have eloped but you were so worried about hurting your mother’s feelings—”

“I didn’t think she would get like this, though,” Ginny interrupted and took the offered fork. “I wanted her to help, but blimey, Harry, it’s like we’re not even a part of this wedding.”

She picked up another sample of lace and thrust it at him. “Say we want this one – even though you and I both know we don’t want any lace whatsoever – Mum and Fleur will reject it immediately and pick one out that they like instead. I’m surprised she even let me get the dress I wanted. You should have seen the poof ball she wanted me to wear. I looked like I was drowning in it and I couldn’t even move with all those layers of lace and those blasted puffy sleeves!”

“So what does your dress look like?” he grinned, bringing a forkful of the dessert to his mouth. Ginny raised an arched eyebrow at him. He merely gave her a cheeky grin.

“You know you’re not allowed to see it,” Ginny said primly and took a bite of the dessert as well. “It’s bad luck.”

“So says Hermione,” Harry grumbled. “Stupid Muggle superstition.”

“Well I want to see the look on your face when you see me in it walking down the aisle in five weeks,” Ginny replied.

“Not even a little peek?” he pleaded.


“Are you sure I can’t persuade you?”

“No. You have to wait just like everyone else.”

Harry sighed and sullenly finished his helping of bread pudding. Ginny smiled slyly and put her fork down as an idea popped into her head.

“You know,” she said huskily, “you’re cute when you pout.”

Harry’s eyebrows shot upward as he looked at her. “I am?”

She nodded and stood up. “You’re very cute when you pout.” As smoothly as she could pull off, she slid in-between him and the table and attempted to sit on his lap. She settled on his lap, making sure to wiggle a little and stifled a giggle when his hands swiftly came up to hold her in place. Harry merely watched her, his jaw slack and his eyes slightly glazed over.

Slowly, she cupped his face in her hands, letting one of her hands drift towards the nape of his neck while the other gently caressed his cheek. She noticed his eyes had darkened slightly. Ginny leaned forward, her forehead brushing against his and the tops of his glasses felt cool on her skin. She let her hand stray up into his hair and softly ran her fingers through the jet black locks.

“You really want to know what my dress looks like don’t you,” she whispered softly. He nodded slightly, letting out a shaky breath that mingled with hers. She felt his fingers dig slightly into the small of her back and his breathing had increased slightly.

Cocking her head slightly to the right, she lowered her face so her lips were even with his watching as his eyelids slid shut hiding the emerald orbs she loved to stare into. Glancing down at his lips, she noticed his lower one was quivering slightly as if it was trying to reach out and meet hers. Smiling, she barely brushed her lips against his with a kiss that promised much more. She pulled back very slightly.

“Too bad because I’m not going to tell you.”

Harry’s eyes burst open and he pulled back giving her a very incredulous look.

“You bloody minx!” he cried, feigning a hurt expression. “You seduced me and then you . . . you . . . minx!”

Ginny was laughing merrily at the look on his face. She tried to detached herself from his hold before he could retaliate but it was too late; Harry had attacked her with tickles.

Shrieking in laughter, she tried to bat his hands away and slide off his lap, but he had a tight grip around her waist while he continued his tickle attack with the other.

“I’m sorry!” she cried in-between her laughter. “St-stop! Ha-r-r-ry!”

Quickly, her laughter was stopped as Harry had pulled her into a rather pleasant and deep kiss. When he pulled away he had a lazy smile on his face and brushed her hair behind her ear.

“That was a dirty trick,” he said quietly. “You don’t play fair.”

“Neither do you,” she quipped. “You and that tickling of yours. That really isn’t fair play.”

He gave a short laugh and smiled happily at her. He lifted his hand and ran it through her hair. “Five more weeks.”

She nodded, her lips forming a half smile and she felt her heart flutter and a swooping sensation in the pit of her stomach. She couldn’t wait until they married.

Harry sighed before his features took on an exulted look. “You were in Witch Weekly today.”

“What?” she asked and frowned at him. “Why on Earth was I in that rag again?”

Harry merely smiled at her before picking up his wand from the table. “Accio Witch Weekly!”

A magazine soared through the air and Ginny caught it in her hands. Sure enough there was a small picture of her in the corner, surprisingly the one from the disastrous Order of Merlin Ceremony years ago and a headline that read:


“That’s flattering,” she snorted. “Where did you get this?”

“Aine gave it to me after practice,” Harry explained. “She thought you might have a laugh at that.”

Ginny grinned. Aine Lancaster was a reserve Chaser for Puddlemere United. The moment she and Ginny had met, they had hit it off and became instant friends. She never believed a single word printed in papers and magazines about them and whenever she found something she was sure to pass it on since Harry and Ginny still didn’t take most papers and Aine knew they would have a laugh about the most ludicrous ones.

Shifting around in Harry’s lap to a more comfortable position, she thumbed through it as Harry adjusted his hold around her. She found the page in a matter of moments that had a large picture of her from the Quidditch match in which her ring was spotted. She was cheering and wearing Puddlemere colors and her ring winked slightly in the light. A bold headline was at the bottom of the picture:

By Miriam Nosebury

“Ah, such a clever headline,” Ginny mused allowed. “I don’t think I’ve be called deranged yet by her.”

“Not to my knowledge,” Harry agreed and motioned for her to continue reading.

We all know the story of Harry Potter; the tragic loss of his parents at a very young age, his battle throughout his school years and finally the defeat of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named at the age of eighteen. We all hold Mr. Potter in our thoughts. Several of us, however, would even like to give Mr. Potter our hearts but it seems like that will never be for Mr. Potter’s heart has already been taken by one Miss Virginia Weasley.

“She still hasn’t figured out that my name isn’t Virginia after all this time!” Ginny cried, smacking the page with the back of her hand. “It’s Ginevra you twit!”

“It’s Miriam Nosebury. What else would you expect from our favorite little reporter? Go on, love, it gets better.”

Sighing, Ginny read on.

Of course, many have questioned this particular choice. After all there is nothing remarkable about Miss Weasley that would attract Mr. Potter and yet this so-called relationship continues to the point that they are now engaged. The question is how exactly has this seemingly in love couple held out for so long? Certainly it is not because Mr. Potter truly has feelings for Miss Weasley; we all know this is false. Miss Weasley must be keeping Mr. Potter under some sort of enchantment in order for them to still be together after all these years.

What sort of enchantment you may ask? There is the possibility that Miss Weasley has been secretly slipping Love Potions to Mr. Potter without his knowledge.

“I wouldn’t put it past her,” Romilda Vane, 19, says. “Personally, I would never even dream of giving anyone a Love Potion. I bet she’s been slipping them into Cauldron Cakes.”

While Love Potions do seem like a prime suspect, I should note that sometimes they tend to lose their touch over time if they are used repeatedly and there is a possibility that overdose could lead to death. Miss Weasley must have known this after slipping them to Mr. Potter for so long that she switched tactics. When you ask? Why it was when their engagement was announced, of course. The effects of the Love Potion must have begun to wear off and it must have become obvious to Miss Weasley that she no longer had control over Mr. Potter and he quickly lost interest in her. She must have become desperate at that point and had to take drastic measures. And what more drastic of a measure could she take but the Imperious Curse.

Yes, it seems preposterous that Miss Weasley would even think of using an Unforgivable Curse, but knowing how infatuated she was in school with Mr. Potter, not to mention curious events involving a Basilisk in her first year at school suggests that she would do something like this. I implore the Ministry of Magic to look into this as it is well known that the use of any Unforgivable is illegal. However illegal this action is, Miss Weasley’s attempts must have been very strong for an engagement to arise. But, is her attempt at the Imperious Curse weakening?

Since the announcement of their engagement, there has not been any word of when a wedding will take place nor what it will entail. The couple has been spotted at several different places but nothing seems to have blossomed from it. If this “couple” is so very much in love as they appear, why is it that after two years of being engaged they have not tied the knot? One would think that they would want to be married at once, but obviously they have not. Could it be that Mr. Potter is fighting back?

One could only hope that Mr. Potter has finally been able to break this enchantment Miss Weasley has kept him under for so long. He has been involved in so many horrible things in his life; it would be tragic for him to be stuck with a desperate and deranged witch who has obviously lost her mind. I personally hope that Mr. Potter will be able to break free of the dangerous web Miss Weasley has spun and finally be able to find the true love we all know he needs.

“She never gives up, does she,” Ginny sighed and extracted herself from Harry’s lap. “But we can make good use of this.”

She made her way across the room where Hedwig’s cage sat. It was empty, as it seemed that the owl was out hunting and the door was left opened. Pointing her wand at the mess at the bottom of the cage she muttered, “Scourgjfy!” and the owl droppings disappeared. She then Vanished the old paper clipping that was lining it and happily slid the magazine inside to replace it.

“That’s what I think about Miriam Nosebury,” she announced and turned to find a grinning Harry still sitting at the table. She rolled her wand between her fingers and sighed tragically feeling a little playful. “I’m afraid she’s right you know.”

Harry raised his eyebrows at her and crossed his arms. “Is she?”

Ginny nodded, giving Harry an apologetic look but her eyes were full of mirth. “I am keeping you under the Imperious Curse.”

Harry gave a mock gasp of surprise. “I knew you had me under a spell!”

“Yes,” Ginny said. “I have. I just couldn’t stand the thought of losing you after all that hard work making those Love Potions and slipping them into your Cauldron Cakes. I’m so sorry, Harry!”

She raised her arm, placing the back of her hand on her forehead and faked a sob. “Forgive me, Harry!”

She pointed her wand menacingly at him and fought back the giggles as he rose from his chair and jerkily staggered towards her.

“No!” he cried, grinning as he continued to stagger forward. “Must . . . resist . . . gorgeous . . . witch!”

Ginny couldn’t help it and burst into laughter. “You look ridiculous!”

Harry had reached her by then and pulled her into his arms, a wide smile on his face. “That article was ridiculous. I’ve been able to throw off the Imperious since I was fourteen. Besides, I’m under a much different spell.”

“Oh are you?” Ginny asked, slipping her arms around his waist and peering up at him.

“Oh yes,” he nodded solemnly, looking very serious. “It’s a dangerous spell. It’s very enchanting and alluring and very sexy.” He said the last word with a growl in his voice that made her tremble pleasantly. Harry raised a hand and entangled it with her hair. “It draws you to this unbelievably smooth red hair and these gorgeous big brown eyes and this smile that just lights up everything and let’s not forget these very nice kissable lips that are very hard to resist.” He extracted his hand from her hair and cupped her chin gently in the palm of it. “And this spell, well it’s really feisty and passionate. It has this fierce independence and definitely knows when to put me in my place. It’s got this incredible spirit that cares for who it loves and helping others and it’s just amazing in everything it does.”

Ginny couldn’t suppress the huge smile from forming on her face. She stood up on her tip toes and gave him a soft kiss. “You like this spell then?”

“I can’t live without this spell,” he replied.

Ginny giggled slightly. “You know, I wonder what your friends would say if they knew half the things you said to me.”

“How do you know I don’t tell them the same things? I could say the same thing to everyone I know,” he retorted.

She raised her eyebrows in interest. “You tell all your friends that they are alluring and sexy and have kissable lips. Is that what you lot do at these monthly night outs? Whisper sweet nothings to each other and snog?”

“I – that’s not – I meant to say – bugger!” Harry stammered and looked abashed.

Ginny threw her head back and laughed at his embarrassment. She looked properly at him again and skimmed her fingers across his cheek. “Don’t worry, love. I’m not jealous. You can go snog Ron if you really want to as long as we still get married.”

Harry muttered something under his breath about her being a tease. She briefly wondered what he did tell his mates about her whenever they got together at their monthly “boys night” as Harry had termed it. She decided right then and there that she didn’t want to know and only hoped Harry kept the more intimate details of their relationship private.

The arrival of Hedwig pulled Ginny away from her train of thought. She watched the snowy white owl as she passed through the enchanted window, which only allowed her to pass in and out of it without it being opened. She soared through the living room and to her cage. She was clutching something small and furry in her beak.

“Let’s clean up and watch a bit of the telly,” Harry suggested. Ginny glanced back at him and nodded.

Ginny found herself sometime later cuddled up with Harry on the sofa, wrapped in an afghan her mother had given them last Christmas as a very early wedding gift. They ended up watching a Muggle film that Ginny had fallen in love with during one of her early visits to Harry shortly after their engagement. It was about a man who owned a travel bookshop and a famous actress and how they fell in love. She had found it endearing and utterly romantic. She knew Harry only watched it with her because she loved it so much and often complained about it being such a girly film, but Ginny did find him smiling at times while they watched it and she knew he secretly enjoyed it.

Ginny sighed, laying her head on Harry’s shoulder. She loved the ending of the film with the couple sitting on the bench in the park. Sometimes, she imagined herself with Harry sitting on that bench like that and with rising excitement she realized that it could become a reality very soon.

She glanced at the small clock on the wall and noticed it was half past ten. She frowned knowing she needed to get home before her mother Flooed and lectured her in front of Harry about being home at decent times.

“Stay with me tonight,” Harry said quietly as the credits rolled. Ginny shifted her head and peered up at him curiously.

“I can’t,” she sighed. “Mum hates it when I stay over on ‘work nights’.”

“Please,” he pleaded. “I really want you to stay.”

Ginny smiled at the look on his face. He looked so adorable when he begged and she couldn’t resist the urge to tease him at the moment.

“Harry James, we agreed we were going to wait until our wedding night for that.”

Harry’s eyes went wide in horror and he pulled away from her. He opened his mouth to protest, but suddenly his lips curled into a smile. He leaned forward again, a hand on either side of her and trapping her between him and the cushions.

“That was not what I meant Ginevra Molly,” he replied. “You are a terrible little minx.”

She grinned, giggling a little and fingered the collar of his shirt. “But you love me right?”

He closed the distance between then and kissed her slowly. “Always,” he whispered once he pulled away.

Ginny sighed, letting her hand slide onto his shoulder. “Why do you want me to stay?”

Harry dropped his head slightly for a moment. When he looked up at her again, he was chewing on his bottom lip. “Because I like sleeping next to you. It’s . . . nice to wake up and see you there.”

He sat back again, holding her left hand in his and toyed with her ring. “Sometimes it feels like this is a dream. I feel like I’m going to wake up at any moment and find myself out on the cold hard floor, hunting Horcruxes and not knowing if I would live to see you again. When I open my eyes and see you next to me . . . it’s reassuring.”

Ginny felt a slight twinge in her chest listening to his words. Even after all this time he still had these thoughts. She wondered if he would ever stop having those thoughts but something told her that he probably wouldn’t.

“Oh, Harry, love,” she whispered, leaning forward and sweeping his fringe out of the way with her free hand. “Harry, none of this is a dream and I promise when you wake up tomorrow we will still be engaged and I will still love you.”

He took the hand he held and turned it. He brought her wrist up to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss to the inside of it and gave her a lopsided smirk. “I know. I’m just being a little silly I suppose.”

Ginny smiled. “Do you want to do lunch tomorrow?”

He shifted slightly, averting his eyes from hers, and shook his head. “I can’t. The coach wants us to spend some time at the club gym tomorrow.”

“Oh,” she replied. “Well, how about I leave work early tomorrow and we go do a bit of shopping? We need to liven this place up a bit and make it our own.”

Harry smiled and nodded. “Yeah. All right.”

“Good,” she sighed and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll come round about five or so,” she said and stood up. She made her way back to the table to pick up the basket she had brought over. She turned and smiled brightly at him. “I’ll bring an overnight bag then, too.”

He waggled his eyebrows at her and quickly made his way across the small room to join her. He put his hands on her waist.

“Love you,” he murmured.

“Love you more,” she replied, smiling up at him as they engaged in their recently developed take on a covertly overhead conversation between Ron and Hermione whispering about who loved whom more. While Ginny had found the conversation nauseating it was sweet at the same time and had been rather hilarious to overhear. Harry and Ginny had tried their best to keep from laughing at it and later where they could not be overheard, Harry had suggested the more simplistic take on it which they now used in private.

With a final kiss, Ginny Apparated back to the Burrow.

Upon entering the kitchen, Ginny was not surprised to see her mother sitting at the table, wearing her dressing gown and drinking a cup of tea.

“Mum, you didn’t have to wait up for me,” Ginny said as she shut the door behind her and internally rolled her eyes. Even though her mother acknowledged that Ginny was an adult and treated her like one, she sometimes had the tendency to dig in her heels a bit and cling on to whatever overprotective mothering she could.

“I can hardly sleep when both you and Ron are out on work nights,” Molly replied as Ginny put away the basket.

“Where is Ron?” Ginny asked and turned to look at her again.

“He was having dinner with Hermione at her flat,” Molly explained, wrapping both hands around her mug and sighed. “He said he would be home by ten on the dot. I think I’ll give him another ten minutes before I make a Floo call. Did you and Harry pick an overlay?”

Ginny frowned for moment wondering what her mother was talking about. “Overlays . . . Mum, what – oh!”

They had completely forgotten about the scraps of lace they were supposed to look through.

“I take that as a no, then,” Molly replied snippily, shaking her head.

“We forgot,” Ginny admitted. “I’m staying over tomorrow. We’ll pick one then.”

“Ginny, when are you going to start getting more involved with this wedding?” Molly admonished. “I mean, really, dear, this is your wedding and you don’t seem to want to get anything done.”

“Yes I do,” Ginny argued, feeling herself start to become angry with her mother. “I do want to do things for my wedding.”

“Then please show more interest when Fleur and I narrow down something for you. We’re just trying to make the decisions easier for you.”

“More like make them for me,” Ginny muttered under her breath with her arms crossed moodily.

“What was that?” Molly asked looking sharply at her.

“Nothing,” Ginny quickly replied really not in the mood to start arguing with her mother right now. “I’m gong to bed. Good night.”

Without waiting for her mother to reply, Ginny hurried her way up the stairs and into her room.

Fuming, she went through her nightly routine wondering why her mother was acting this way over the wedding. She hoped it wasn’t because she was her last baby, but if that was the case, wouldn’t she want her daughter to have her dream wedding and not a . . . pink and lacy one?

Sighing, Ginny sat in front of her mirror and brushed out her hair. Five weeks. In five weeks she would be Mrs. Harry Potter. She stared at her reflection for a moment before leaning forward and whispered, “Hello, my name is Ginny Potter.”

She felt a thrill shoot through her as she heard the name roll off her lips. It sounded strange yet wonderful at the same time.

“Ginny Potter,” she said again.

“It does have a nice ring to it, doesn’t it, dearie?” the mirror stated back and Ginny beamed.

“It does,” she agreed and stood up, a wide smile on her face. She turned, imagining herself in her wedding gown and greeting people.

“Hello,” she said again, curtseying at thin air, “I’m Ginny Potter. It’s lovely to have you here.”

Giggling to herself she held her arms out, pretending that Harry was there with her and leading her into their first dance. As she moved around her room, she said her soon-to-be name aloud loving the sound of it.

“What in Merlin’s name are you doing?”

Ginny glanced over her shoulder in mid-twirl and saw Ron leaning in the doorway, smiling at her. He had one hand shoved in his pocket and the other hanging loosely at the side.

“Dance with me,” she commanded and danced her way towards him.

“Why?” Ron asked with a frown as she pulled him into her room and forced his arms into a dancing position.

“Because I need to practice,” Ginny explained. “And as Harry isn’t here to dance with me, you’ll have to do.”

“Why do you need to practice?” Ron asked, reluctantly leading her around to non-existent music. “It’s not like you and Harry have never danced together before.”

“This is different,” Ginny explained. “This will be our first dance as husband and wife and it has to be special.”

“That’s weird,” Ron commented. “Thinking of you as a wife.”

Ginny stuck her tongue out at him before she beamed in delight. “I think it’s lovely. I get to spend all my time with Harry and finally do all the things I want to do with him.”

“What things?” Ron questioned cautiously.

“Very fun things,” Ginny sighed. “Things that involve me and Harry and very little clothing. Actually, with no clothing really. That’s the big thing.”

“Ugh!” Ron groaned and spun her. “Ginny, I do not want to know about that stuff.”

“You asked,” she pointed out when he pulled her back. “If you didn’t want to know then don’t ask.”

“But do you have to say it like that?” Ron whined. “It’s like you’re telling me every detail of all the shags you two have had without really giving me the details.”

“I didn’t say we shag, Ron,” she clarified. “I said we finally get to do that.”

Ron stopped leading her and stared at her, his arms frozen in their position.

“Hang on,” he said, pulling away and sitting on her bed. “You’re telling me that you and Harry haven’t . . . well . . . you know.”

“We are adults, Ron,” she sighed, crossing her arms. “You can say sex to me.”

“I don’t want to say that word to my baby sister. Just answer my question.”

Ginny rolled her eyes and sat next to him wondering if he would ever mature out of the big brother phase. She stared down at the floor. “Harry and I decided shortly after we got engaged to wait until our wedding night to fully give ourselves to each other.”

“So you’re saying you’re still . . . pure?” Ron asked.

“I’m a virgin, yes,” Ginny replied formally. “And so is Harry.”

She turned to look at him, frowning slightly. “I thought Harry would have told you this. After all, you two are best mates.”

Ron scratched the back of his neck, avoiding her eyes and slowly turning red. “We may be best mates but when it comes to my sister’s physical relationship with my best mate, it’s not something I particularly like to talk about. I just sort of assumed that you two had taken things to that level since you do spend a lot of time over there.”

“I just sleep in his bed with him, Ron, I don’t really sleep with him,” Ginny replied. “Harry respects that.”

“He better respect that,” Ron grumbled.

“Will you stop with the over-protective brother bit?” Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes at him again. “It gets old and you should know better then anyone that Harry does respect me.”

Ginny stood up and held her hands out to her brother again. “Now come on and dance with me again.”

Ron shook his head at her in disbelief. “You’re bloody mental. You and Harry.”

Ginny raised her eyebrows and him as she grabbed a hold of his hands and forced him to his feet. “Why? Has Harry been forcing you to dance with him like this?”

Ron looked horrified at the thought. “There is no bloody way I would dance with him like this! No, I meant he can’t stop talking about the wedding and how much he can’t wait to marry you. He’s always going on about how he wants to see you walking down the aisle and sharing your first dance and –”

Ron suddenly froze and he stared at her in some sort of state of awe. He looked as if he were really seeing her for the first time.

“You know,” he said quietly, sinking back onto her bed and still staring at her, “I’ve never realized how happy you make him. I mean, I know you make him happy but I just didn’t realize how much until now. Now that I think about it, he’s happiest whenever you’re around or when he’s talking about you. I mean, completely and utterly happy.”

He took on a very stern look and stood up, advancing on Ginny and pointing a finger threateningly at her. “Ginny, you better make sure you keep him happy. He’s my best mate and he deserves his happiness after everything he’s been through.”

“Don’t worry,” Ginny replied. “I’ll keep him happy. Now, let’s get back to dancing.”

Ron laughed at her and held his hands out to her again.

* * * * * *

Harry lay in his bed; staring up at the ceiling and hoped Ginny hadn’t seen what he was working on when she unexpectedly arrived. Usually she let him know when she was coming over and she would use her key to get in. At least that gave him warning and he knew when to stop working on his project. But ever since he had added her to get past the Apparition wards he no longer had that warning which meant he now had to be very careful.

He had been working on her wedding gift and had hoped it would be completed before the wedding but things had been taking much longer than he anticipated. For now, he just had to try to keep it a secret from Ginny and figure out a way to get it done without her becoming too suspicious. He didn’t want it to be ruined. He was looking forward to the look on her face.

Harry sighed, thinking of his fiancée and wishing Ginny had stayed over. He really did like just having her next to him, knowing that she was near. He loved to hold her close and feel her warmth next to him. It was comforting to know she was there and his forever.

Forever. In five weeks he would start his forever with her and it seemed to be so far away. He really could not wait to call Ginny his wife.

He grinned, thinking of earlier in the evening when she was over. Would all their nights be like that? Jokes and laughter and lots and lots of kisses? What would their mornings be like? She hardly ever stayed for breakfast whenever she spent the night. But soon, in five weeks, he would get to spend all his mornings, days and nights with her for the rest of his life.

He closed his eyes, allowing images of Ginny to waft through his mind as he slipped off to sleep and let that spell he loved to be under called Ginny to claim his dreams.

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