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I am so sorry about the wait! Real Life has been taking its toll, but the chapter is finally ready for viewing! Please accept my apology. Many thanks to my beta!! Enjoy!

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Adventures as Newlyweds

Chapter Three – Party Time

Wedding plans were going much smoother for Ginny now and, while still stressful, they weren’t making her go as mental as before.

Ginny had to endure a monstrous row with Fleur, however, before things went her way. Fleur had insisted on keeping everything the same, but Ginny had put her foot down. The two had nearly pulled wands on each other and it had taken Bill to calm Fleur down and explain to her that it was Ginny’s wedding and not hers. Fleur had agreed to back off but acted rather stiffly towards Ginny, and that hadn’t bothered Ginny one bit.

As Ginny wanted, lace, frills and many of the bows were dropped from the decorations. Pink was replaced by midnight blue so now the decorations matched the color of the bridesmaid dresses, which pleased Ginny immensely. The cake had been changed from an elaborate design of flowers and bows made of icing, to simply white icing with fresh strawberries and blueberries sprinkled on each tier. The centerpieces for the tables were stripped to simply floating white and midnight blue candles in bowls and white rose petals sprinkled around it. Tablecloths were changed to midnight blue and the table settings were plain white (including the serviettes). All in all, the wedding was now what Harry and Ginny pictured or at least close to what they wanted.

The only thing now that Ginny knew couldn’t be changed was the amount of guests. Her parents had gone all out and seemed to have invited everyone they had ever met and of course everyone was coming. Her entire extended family had replied with positive answers not to mention all their friends and co-workers. The small, intimate wedding was no longer that.

Ginny sighed, stretching her arms above her head and pulled her mind away from the changes that had been made in the past week. Now, she had to concentrate on finishing nearly two hundred guest favors. They were small white boxes, engraved with their names and the date of the wedding and filled with a few pieces of Honeyduke’s finest chocolate. Midnight blue ribbons tied around them completed the favors.

“Ginny, why don’t you just charm them to tie themselves together instead of doing this by hand?” Mikayla suggested.

She looked at her friend sitting across from her at the table.

“We tried,” she explained, “but it didn’t stay so we opted to it do it by hand and place Sticking Charms on the bottom of the box to keep the ribbon in place. Besides, you’re lacking in your maid-of-honor duties.”

Mikayla stuck out her tongue at Ginny who was giving her a teasing smile and picked up another box and piece of ribbon.

Of course Mikayla had been a huge help to Ginny the moment she had asked her to be the maid-of-honor. Ginny was grateful for it all and was impressed by her friend’s dedication. Her Healer training kept her busy all the time, especially since Mikayla had chosen to pursue the recent addition of mixed magical and Muggle medical branch of obstetrics. Ginny knew all the demands that were on her friend so she had let Mikayla know early on that it was okay if she couldn’t help with something for the wedding; after all Healer training was tough and Ginny knew that. But Mikayla had merely pushed her words to the side and dove right in saying that her friends were important and there was no way she was going to let her best friend plan her whole wedding by herself.

At the moment, Mikayla was threading a piece of ribbon through her fingers. “So the whole keeping you sane the past two years, helping you pick out your wedding dress and the bridesmaid dresses, planning your engagement party, arranging your bridal shower and let’s not forget your hen party tonight –”

“See? You’ve been no help at all,” Ginny teased and ducked when Mikayla threw some ribbon at her. “Oi! Don’t waste that! We still need it for the wreaths.”

Ginny motioned to the pile of flowers that had been charmed to stay fresh. They were going to be woven into wreaths for the bridesmaids to wear.

“At least there are only two of those,” Mikayla muttered. She sighed and worked on tying another box. “Where’s your groom? I thought he would be here to help.”

“Harry’s checking on our honeymoon reservations,” Ginny replied. She frowned when she realized that Harry had been gone for much longer than he needed to be. Ginny sighed, figuring that it was probably busy at the International Portkey Station before picking up an empty box and filling it with the chocolate. She closed the box and picked up another empty one.

“I can’t believe you’re going to Hawaii,” Mikayla sighed dreamily. “It sounds so romantic.”

“I can’t wait,” Ginny replied excitedly. “I’ve always wanted to go there you know. Can you imagine what the beaches are going to be like at this time of the year?”

Ginny nicked a piece of chocolate and popped it into her mouth. It was extremely cool since they had been charmed to stay cold and fresh until the wedding. She savored the bittersweet taste of it and let it melt in her mouth.

Mikayla gave her a withering look as if telling her off for stealing the treat. Ginny smiled innocently and offered one to Mikayla.

“We shouldn’t waste those you know,” Mikayla warned and took the chocolate.

“We got extra on purpose. Harry loves this stuff. So do I, actually,” she giggled.

“Don’t you go eating all those now. You need to make sure you have enough for the favors and you need to save room for tonight.”

Ginny glanced up at the voice and saw that Molly had entered the kitchen followed by Hermione. Both were carrying paper bags filled with food as they had gone out to get last minute items for the hen party.

“Really, Ginny, those are for the wedding,” Hermione frowned. “You’re as bad as Ron sometimes.”

Ginny rolled her eyes and popped another chocolate in her mouth while her mother wasn’t looking. Hermione frowned distastefully at her and set her bag on the counter.

“Mrs. Weasley, you didn’t have to cook for tonight,” Mikayla said. “I was going to take care of it myself.”

“It’s no problem, dear,” Molly said and began unpacking the bags while Hermione joined the others at the table. “You girls know I love to cook. Besides, you girls will be helping me to make sure all the food is ready for tonight once you’ve finished that.”

“What exactly is planned for this party tonight?” Ginny asked, filling another box with chocolate.

“Nothing much since we’re having it here,” Mikayla replied nonchalantly. “Just normal girl things. Talking, music, dancing, a nice evening with the girls.”

“You’re sure?” Ginny asked and raised her eyebrows at her friend.

“Of course, I’m sure,” Mikayla insisted. “I promise it’ll be a nice, quiet party with just your friends.”

Ginny narrowed her eyes slightly. She trusted Mikayla but somehow she thought her friend had a little more than that planned. She looked at Hermione who appeared to not be paying any attention to the conversation. She was helping Mikayla tie the ribbons on the boxes and applying the Sticking Charms to the bottom of them. She sighed, hoping that tonight would be a calm and quiet affair.

The three girls continued with their tasks while Molly finished making the food for the evening.

Within the next hour and a half, the girls had finished the favors and the wreaths, making sure that they had the proper charms on them to keep them fresh for the wedding and helped Molly complete the food for the hen party that night. Once they were finished, Molly went up the stairs to change and make sure Arthur was ready for the stag party while the girls set the food in the sitting room. They had just finished and were relaxing on the sofa waiting for the other guests to arrive when the front door opened.

Harry walked in, hanging his cloak on a hook near the door and smiling at the gathering of witches.

“Hello, ladies,” he greeted. He walked over to them and kissed both Mikayla and Hermione on the cheek. He leaned down and gave Ginny a tender kiss on the lips and smiled at her. “How are you, my lovely fiancée?”

“Fine,” she replied. “We finished all the favors.”

“Really?” Harry grinned and sat next to her. He put his arm around her shoulders and she leaned into him.

“Thanks for all your help, Harry,” Mikayla scoffed teasingly. “Honestly, what sort of husband are you going to make for Ginny if you can’t even help make favors for your own wedding?”

“I did some of them,” he defended himself. “Besides, I had to go check up on our reservations.”

Ginny glanced up at him and frowned. “Why did it take so long? You just needed to pick up our passes. Was it busy?”

His eyes quickly darted around the room and he appeared to be looking at everything except her. He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand.

Ginny sat up, turning to face him and letting his arm drop to the cushion. “Harry, everything is set for our honeymoon, right?”

“Of course,” he assured her but Ginny couldn’t help but notice he was still avoiding eye contact.

“So why do you look like you were caught nicking biscuits in the kitchen?” she demanded and crossed her arms.

Harry nibbled on his bottom lip and turned to look at her.

“Well, I went down there,” he began and motioned vaguely with his hand. “And I got to the counter and gave the clerk our names.”

He paused and scratched the top of his head. He was obviously very nervous to tell her what happened.

“So you gave them our names and you got the passes?” she added helpfully.

He glanced at her and shook his head.

“You didn’t get the passes,” she said in disbelief. He had to be kidding, hadn’t he?

His silence told her everything.

“Harry!” she cried and stood up, hands on her hips and glaring down at him. She saw Mikayla and Hermione out of the corner of her eye slipping out of the room obviously not wanting to be present when Ginny blew up entirely. “You told me you were going to take care of the entire honeymoon on your own so I wouldn’t have to worry about it! Hermione even helped you! Now what are we supposed to do?”

“Let me finish!” Harry jumped up and grabbed a hold of her shoulders.

She pursed her lips and glared up at him now. “Fine,” she ground out.

“Of course Hermione helped, but only with finding the hotel. Apparently, I didn’t finish something while making the Portkey reservations so they didn’t have passes for us and I’m sorry about that, I am. But I worked things out and I was able to get us passes to Portkeys that leave at the same time we were going to. I had to pay a lot more for it, but I got it fixed,” he explained.

Ginny blinked. If Harry had worked things out, why was he worried?

“So if you got the passes, what’s the problem?” she asked in confusion.

He sighed and reached inside the pocket of his robes. He pulled out a folded piece of parchment and handed it to her.

“This is our itinerary. I managed to work it out so we didn’t have to change our reservations at the hotel,” he said as she took it.

Ginny’s mouth dropped at what she saw. She looked sharply up at Harry.

“We have to take six different Portkeys!” she cried.

“Look, I tried the best I could, all right? We still leave here at the same time and still get there the same day, just a little later,” he explained and took the parchment back. He folded it again and shoved it back into his pocket. “We’re still going on our honeymoon. The details just changed a little.”

She deflated at the sincere look on his face. He had made a mistake and had managed to fix it and she was being stupid. She sighed and hugged him.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” she said and pulled away. “We’re still going to be there so the details don’t matter.”

“Just like the details of the wedding don’t matter just as long as we get married,” he said quietly.

“Well, we did manage to change a lot of those,” she sighed and ran her hands down his arms. She sighed and smiled at him. “One more week.”

He grinned and pulled her to him. “One more week and you are mine forever.”

She giggled and kissed him softly on the lips.

“So, you girls ready for this party tonight?” he asked, letting her go and glancing around the room.

“I suppose,” Ginny sighed. “Mika claims it’s just a girls’ thing. Chatting and eating, that sort of thing, but I think she’s hiding something from me. I know she’s got something else planned for tonight and whatever it is better be appropriate. Mum’s going to be here.”

“Well your dad is going to the stag party tonight. So I hope Ron had some sense in him,” Harry replied, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“What are you blokes doing then?” she asked.

“Ron’s reserved a private room at the Leaky Cauldron. Said he didn’t want any uninvited guests,” Harry explained.

Ginny raised her eyebrows at him. Her eyes flickered to the top of the staircase where she knew her brother was getting ready. “A private room?”

“It’s your brother,” Harry reminded her and rolled his eyes. He removed his hands from his pockets and put them on her shoulders. “I don’t think he’s going to do anything horrible with the rest of your brothers and your dad around.”

“The fact that your best man is my brother is what worries me. Don’t do anything you’re going to regret,” she warned.

“Don’t worry, love,” Harry said and kissed her cheek. “I won’t and I’m sure it’s not going to be too bad.”

“Promise me you won’t get pissed,” she requested quietly. She hated the fact that his stag party was going to be in a pub with her brothers and his friends all around.

“I won’t,” he promised. “Just a few drinks.”

Ginny grimaced. She knew Harry wasn’t one to drink heavily; he usually had a few drinks and stopped at that. She just hoped he wouldn’t be too influenced by her brothers and his friends. She remembered the last time the twins had purposely got him drunk and what he had spilled to them then; she could only imagine what sort of things he would say now, especially after she had finished school and they had spent large amounts of quality alone time.

“Oi! Harry, you here, mate?”

Harry glanced at the staircase and shouted back to Ron, “Yeah, waiting for your sorry arse to get down here!”

“Boys, stop yelling up and down the stairs like that!” Molly’s voice joined the shouting and she appeared on the staircase. She smiled when she saw Harry and descended the rest of the stairs. “Hello, dear. Things all ready for your trip to Hawaii?”

“All set,” Harry replied and kissed her on the cheek in greeting.

“Good, good. Now you boys have fun tonight, mind you don’t come home too late though. You’ve got your final fitting tomorrow morning,” she said.

“I remember, Mrs. Weasley,” he replied. “I’ll be there, I promise.”

“Hmm, there’s something else I’ve been meaning to talk to you about, young man,” she said sternly and set a steely glare on Harry.

He blinked in surprise and glanced at Ginny. She shrugged. She had no idea what her mother was talking about.

“Harry, you’ve known us for nearly ten years,” she began. “Don’t you think it’s high time you call me something other than Mrs. Weasley? Molly, perhaps? After all, you are marrying my daughter in a week.”

Ginny covered her mouth with her hand to keep herself from giggling out loud at the surprised look on Harry’s face. He looked at her, obviously wanting her help.

“She’s right, love, you can’t keep calling her Mrs. Weasley for the rest of your life. Is that what you’re going to say every time she Floos or sends an owl?” Ginny teased and linked her arm with his.

Harry gave her a dirty look and pinched her side, causing her to squeak in surprise. He turned his attention back to Molly.

“You’re right,” he agreed and smiled at her. “I should call you something different. But I don’t think it’s going to be Molly. Is that okay with you, Mum?”

Molly’s momentary frown melted into a smile.

“Oh, Harry, dear!” she cried and flung her arms around his neck.

Harry chuckled and dropped Ginny’s arm to hug his future mother-in-law. They let go and Molly held his face in her hands. Ginny noticed the slow stream of tears coming from her mother’s eyes and quickly gave her a tissue.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you call me that,” she said, dabbing at her eyes with the tissue. “I’m so glad you are finally joining the family.”

Their tender moment was interrupted by the sound of pounding footsteps, followed by Ron’s loud voice.

“Harry, mate, let’s get a move on! You are in for a spectacular night! You’re going to wish you were staying a bachelor and regret proposing to – oh, err, hi, Ginny.”

Ron had come to a halt at the bottom of the stairs upon seeing his sister and her disapproving look. His ears had turned red rather quickly and he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“I was just kidding,” he murmured and moved closer to them.

Molly merely gave him a warning look before excusing herself and retreating to the kitchen.

“Now you listen here, Ron,” Ginny hissed once her mother had left and stood in front of him, pulling her wand out of her back pocket and pointing it at him. “If you do anything tonight to Harry to cause him any sort of embarrassment or something he will regret I will –”

“Threaten me within an inch of my life and hex me into oblivion?” he finished for her.

“Worse,” she ground out, gesturing her wand below his waist. “Do you understand?”

Ron’s eyes widened slightly and he gulped, nodding vigorously.

Ginny smiled sweetly at him. “I’m glad we have an understanding.” She turned, storing her wand again and faced Harry. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. “Have fun, love.”

Harry smiled and kissed her back. “You too, yeah?” he replied, pulling her against him and kissing her deeply.

Ron made a gagging sound, which was followed by a throat clearing that sounded nothing like her brother. Ginny pulled away from Harry and saw her father coming down the stairs.

“Hi, Dad,” she greeted him and felt her face flush.

He returned her greeting with a smile and looked at the two boys. “Well, ready to go then?” he asked.

The two nodded. Harry gave Ginny a chaste peck on the cheek and promised he would be good before following Ron and her father to the kitchen to Floo over to the pub. He left Ginny in the sitting room all alone, hoping that the night would go well for both of them.

* * * * * *

Ginny knew her face was permanently stained red two hours into her hen party, not from the small amount of alcohol she had but from the constant teasing from her friends and sisters-in-law. It seemed like now was the perfect moment for everyone to remind her of her “wifely duties” on her wedding night. Most of her friends and sisters-in-law were even giving her pointers and tips. Even her mother had thrown in her two Knuts, making Ginny utterly mortified and wishing the Earth would just open up and swallow her whole.

“Not that you really need all this advice, Ginny,” Tonks said, slapping Ginny on the knee. “I’m sure you and Harry have had loads of practice. You know what he likes.”

Most of the women present nodded in agreement and giggled, with the exception of Molly who merely kept her lips pursed and watched her daughter with slightly narrowed eyes.

“Actually,” Ginny said quietly feeling like she had to set everyone’s minds right after that statement, “Harry and I haven’t had any practice.”

The giggles immediately stopped and all eyes were on her, many of them surprised.

“I mean, we’ve done things together and we’ve almost gone that far a fair few times,” she added at the shocked looks on everyone’s faces and avoided looking at her mother, “but we haven’t done that yet. We, err, we decided to wait for our first time to be on our wedding night. We wanted it to be special and we thought what better time than our wedding night, right? And I really do mean our first time, for both of us.”

Molly led out an audible sigh of relief and to Ginny’s surprise, took a large sip of her brandy.

The silence was broken by the numerous sighs and awes from everyone in the room, and Ginny heard several comments of how romantic that was.

“Well,” Mikayla sighed once everyone had settled down and glanced at the clock that actually showed the time. “It’s just about time to liven this party up.”

“What does that mean?” Ginny demanded and glared at her friend.

“You’ll see,” Mikayla sang and smiled mysteriously at her.

Ginny narrowed her eyes and she suddenly knew what her friend had planned.

“Mikayla, you didn’t!” she cried in protest but her shout was broken by a small cry.

Tabitha jumped up and hurried up the stairs to check on her son. Mikayla went after her, leaving Ginny to fume silently in her seat and think of how to get her friend back.

“Well, it looks like the boys are having fun,” Hermione said and nudged Ginny’s arm. Ginny turned to frown at her friend who waved towards her mother’s other clock.

All the men’s hands (including Harry’s, which was added two Christmases ago) were pointing at You don’t want to know.

“As long as Harry’s hand doesn’t point to jail and he comes back in one piece and still wants to marry me, I don’t want to even think about what they’re up to,” Ginny muttered.

“Ron assured me it was tasteful,” Hermione replied. “Though, by the look of where those hands are pointing, I think he was lying to me, and if he knows what’s best for him, he better stay far away from my flat if he wants to live to be in the wedding.”

Ginny smirked and glanced at her mother who was talking to Penelope, more than likely trying to convince the poor girl it was high time she and Percy produce a grandchild. Ginny turned back to Hermione.

“So have you two given it any more thought?” she asked.

“What?” Hermione replied, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice. She had refused earlier in the evening to have any alcohol, claiming she didn’t touch the stuff. Ginny had to stop Mikayla from spiking the juice earlier in the evening when her mother’s back was turned. She didn’t want anyone to end up with a hangover unexpectedly like that.

“You know, your plans with Ron that you’re much too afraid to tell my mother about,” Ginny reminded her nonchalantly.

Hermione paled slightly and sat her drink on the table again. “Oh, that.”

“Yes, that,” Ginny smirked. “What is going on with that?”

Hermione cleared her throat and sat up primly, placing her folded hands on top of her knees. “Well, we’ve decided that we are going to go through with it. Ron doesn’t want to say anything until after your wedding. He said he doesn’t want to ruin yours and Harry’s big day.”

“It’s not like you two are getting married or anything,” Ginny sighed and glanced at her mother, torn between relief that she wasn’t paying any attention to her and Hermione and pity for Penelope who it seemed was indeed getting the I-need-another-grandchild lecture. “You’re just moving in together.”

“Yes, well remember the grief she gave the twins for moving out and that was just because they wanted to be close to the shop. This is different,” Hermione whispered, her eyes darting around the room as if someone were listening in.

“She might be a little upset over it, but she’ll get over it,” Ginny replied in a lowered voice.

“How do you know?” Hermione said somewhat nervously. “What if she hates me for it?”

“She won’t,” Ginny soothed. “She loves you. You’re the perfect match for her little Ronniekins. Besides, if anything she’ll blame Ron for leading you astray.”

Hermione sighed in exasperation and sank back in her chair. She cast a worried look at Ginny. “Just don’t tell anyone about it, please? Ron and I only just decided and the only two who know about it are you and Harry.”

“I promise, I won’t say a word about it,” Ginny assured her. “Have you decided when you’re going to do it?”

Hermione furrowed her eyebrows in thought, examining her fingernails. “We’re not sure yet. Not for at least a month or so. We’re going to look for a bigger place. My flat is plenty for one person, but with Ron we’ll have no room.”

Ginny nodded in understanding. She knew what Hermione was talking about as she and Harry had very similar conversations since their engagement. His flat was good enough for the two of them at the moment but just barely. Sooner or later they would need more room and the sooner they found one, the better.

“So you and Harry really haven’t gone all the way?” Hermione asked quietly with a smile on her face.

Ginny flushed and swatted Hermione’s arm.

“No, we haven’t. Why does everyone assume that we have,” she sighed. She brushed her hair out of her eyes.

“This is really going to be your first time?” Hermione questioned as if it were some hushed secret.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Yes, why is that so hard to believe?”

“It’s not. I mean, even Ron and I –” Hermione slapped her hands over her mouth and stared wide-eyed at Ginny. Clearly, she had not meant to let that slip.

Ginny stared at her friend, her mouth dropped open in utter surprise.

“Hermione!” she whispered incredulously. “I can’t believe you!”

“Now that can’t be that hard to believe,” Hermione blushed and picked at a spot on the armchair she sat in. She glanced up at Ginny with devious eyes. “Even we bookworms have our wild sides.”

“Obviously,” Ginny muttered, still in shock from finding out this tidbit of information about one of her best friends.

“So you’ve never been with Michael or Dean in that way then?” Hermione asked.

“No, of course not and before you ask, Harry was very honest when I asked him about Cho. He assured me that he had never done more than that one kiss with her,” Ginny replied quickly. She looked down at her engagement ring and fiddled with it. “Something like that is just too precious to do with just anyone; it should be with someone you really care about and who you love very much, like how I feel about Harry.”

Ginny felt Hermione place her hand on hers, causing Ginny to look up at her.

“I’m sure it’s going to be very special for your both,” she said quietly and smiled at her.

Ginny returned it and looked back at her engagement ring. She smiled at it, still finding it a little hard to believe that she was going to marry the love of her life.

Looking up again, Ginny watched her guests. Everyone it seemed was having a good time, talking and laughing with plenty of food and drink. There was one guest, however, that seemed a little forlorn and not as enthusiastic as she usually was.

Alicia was sitting away from the crowd of witches and chewing on a carrot stick. She looked as if she wasn’t into the party at all. Ginny excused herself from Hermione and made her way across the room to her.

“Hey, Alicia,” Ginny greeted her brightly. Alicia turned and smiled at her.

“Hi, Ginny,” she replied and forced a smile on her face. “This is a great party so far.”

“Yeah, it is,” Ginny agreed. “So why are you looking like you just lost a match against Slytherin?”

Alicia gave a small laugh and shrugged her shoulders. “Oh it’s nothing.”

“Well nothing seems to have sucked the life right out of you,” Ginny replied. “I know there’s something. You never look like this.”

She looked at her and Ginny could see in her eyes that something was definitely bothering her.

“It’s George,” she said quietly, glancing around the room. “We broke up.”

Ginny had to admit that she wasn’t very surprised by this. She and George had had an off again on again relationship for a few years now.

“He’ll come to senses and the two of you will be back together in no time. You know my brothers are right gits at times,” Ginny replied and smiled at her. But the other witch didn’t smile back.

“No, Ginny,” Alicia insisted. “We broke up for good. We’re not going to get back together again.”

This time, Ginny stared at her in shock. Broken up for good?

“Oh, Alicia,” Ginny sighed and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I’m so sorry. When?”

“It’s been a few weeks,” Alicia explained, staring down at the worn out carpet. “Neither one of us wanted to really say anything since we’ve wanted to stay focused on your wedding. It was a mutual agreement though. We both decided that things weren’t really working out and we weren’t happy and decided it was better to just end it.”

“Are you okay?” Ginny asked in concern.

Alicia nodded. “I’m fine. I really am. We’re better off as friends and we’re both a lot happier. I just got a bit lonely for a few minutes listening to everything. I’ll be fine.”

Ginny bit her bottom lip. “If you need anything, you just send me an owl or something. I’ll even rough up George a bit for you if you want.”

Alicia laughed and smiled at her. “Thanks, Ginny.”

She returned the smile and tried to move the topic into other things that didn’t deal with George.

“They should be fine with that as long as Fleur and I can hear them.”

Tabitha’s voice carried across the room and caught Ginny’s attention. She snapped her head towards the staircase and watched as her sister-in-law and friend descended the stairs, giggling with each other.

Ginny muttered an excusal to Alicia and nearly flew to the stairs ready to throttle the truth out of her best friend and confirm her suspicions.

“Mikayla,” she demanded, crossing her arms and glaring at her.

“Why if it isn’t the beautiful bride!” she gushed sharing a mischievous smile with Tabitha before both of them set their smiles on Ginny, who was not amused whatsoever. She knew Tabitha was in on whatever it was that Mikayla had planned.

Just as Ginny opened her mouth, there was a loud banging on the front door. Immediately all conversations ceased and everyone’s attention turned to the front door. Whoever was out there banged again and Molly hurried out of her seat to answer it.

“No, no, Mrs. Weasley!” Mikayla cried. “Let Ginny get it.”

Ginny turned from her mother to Mikayla who gestured with her hands toward the door. She narrowed her eyes at her friend before turning to answer the door.

Slowly and cautiously, Ginny opened the front door and peered outside. Two tall and burly wizards in Auror robes stood outside with grim expressions on their faces.

“Can I help you?” Ginny asked, stealthily placing her hand on her wand.

“We’ve have reports of disturbances coming from this dwelling. We’ve been sent to investigate,” the wizard standing in front of her with blonde hair and holding onto a bag said in a deep voice.

“Disturbances?” Ginny frowned. “But we have no neighbors.”

“Please, Miss, allow us to do our jobs,” the second wizard who had a dark complexion and wiry dark hair said. He looked down at a notepad in his hands and looked back at her. “You are Ginny Weasley, are you not?”

“Yes,” she replied slowly. “I’m still not sure why you’re here. I’ve done nothing to have Aurors turn up on my door like this. I’ll have you know that my fiancé is Harry Potter and –”

“Gentlemen!” Mikayla’s voice cried from behind her. She turned up at Ginny’s side and opened the door wide enough for them to enter. “Don’t mind my friend here; she’s a little mental lately with planning her wedding and all.”

Ginny looked sharply at her friend.

Mikayla ignored her and pushed her out of the way. “Come in, please.”

The two wizards entered the house and Ginny threw Mikayla a very nasty look.

“You can’t just let them in here like that!” she hissed. “This is my house after all, Mikayla.”

“Let them do their job and then they can go,” Mikayla insisted grabbing a hold of Ginny’s hand and leading her to one of the empty chairs that had been placed in the sitting room before the guests all arrived and moved numerous times. She gently, but firmly, pushed Ginny onto the chair while the rest of room looked on with interest.

The two Aurors paced around the room, seeming to examine the place.

“Right, then, I suppose we should get this investigation going,” the blonde haired one said loudly to his partner and set his bag down. He opened it and pulled out a wireless, set it on the ground and it immediately began to play.

“MIKAYLA!” Ginny screeched at once, her voice drowned out by the bass thumping music that had suddenly filled the air and the two “Aurors” began to dance. She jumped out of the chair once the dancers began to surround her and immediately rounded on her friend who was laughing madly at her.

“Have you gone bloody mad!” she demanded and ran to the other side of her friend when the dancers approached her again. “How could you get strippers like this?”

“Oh come on, Ginny!” Mikayla laughed, grabbing a hold of her and pushing her in front of her. “It’s just a little fun. You only get a hen party once!”

“My mother is here!” Ginny cried and once again, ran to the back of her friend.

“She looks like she’s enjoying the show,” Mikayla said lightly.

Ginny looked and to her horror saw her mother standing up and clapping along to the music.

“Mum!” she shouted. She ran to her side, avoiding the dancers once more and grabbed a hold of her arm. “What—what are you doing?”

“Just because I’m not as young as I used to be does not mean I can’t have my fun too. Gentlemen, here’s the bride!” she called shoving Ginny in front of her and in the middle of the room.

Ginny covered her face with her hands in complete and utter mortification. She sank into the nearest chair and prayed for the whole evening to be over.

* * * * * *

A few hours later, Ginny found herself laying face first on the sofa in the sitting room while Hermione and Mikayla cleaned up. She had just helped her father (who had shown up about two hours ago, just after the dancers had left, and remained mum on what was going on at the stag party) get her mother to bed. It appeared Molly had a little too much to drink and was a bit tipsy by the end of the night. Her mother wasn’t a big drinker, so the three brandies she had were a little too much for her, hence her behavior with the dancers. Ginny had never seen her mother act like that before and hoped she never would again. After all, she had practically thrown her only daughter at two dancers against her own will!

All of her friends had left, except for Mikayla and Hermione who offered to help clean up. Her sisters-in-law had also offered to help, but Ginny insisted the three of them could do it on their own and, after some protest, Fleur and Penelope left. Tabitha however returned once she had checked on Peter and helped with the clean up.

Now that everyone was gone and Ginny had got most of the cleaning done with the help of her two friends and sister-in-law, she was now hoping to suffocate herself in the sofa cushions after the embarrassment of her hen party. She couldn’t believe she was subjected to that sort of thing, and by her best friend nonetheless.

“Ginny, can you please get over it? It was just a little innocent fun,” Mikayla sighed.

Ginny felt a soft thump on the back of her head and jumped up a little. She found a cushion on top of her and grabbed it. Noting Mikayla across the room, she threw it and hit her mark.

“It was bloody brilliant!” Tabitha agreed and sank into the armchair. “Makes me wish I had one of my own.”

“Do you know how embarrassing that was?” Ginny moaned and sat cross-legged on the sofa. “I’ve never even seen my fiancé completely starkers all at once and you parade two nearly naked unknown men in front of me! My mother was here!”

“Your mother was enjoying it,” Mikayla pointed out. “She didn’t seem to have any objections to it.”

“That was only because of the alcohol. She doesn’t drink very often so what else did you expect,” Ginny replied.

“You have to admit, that was rather fun,” Hermione giggled. “Very enjoyable.”

Ginny, Tabitha and Mikayla stared at Hermione for a good long moment before the four of them burst into laughter. After they calmed down, they returned to tidying up the room.

“Well,” Mikayla sighed, glancing at the clock which showed it to be nearly half past one in the morning, “I should get going. Dress fitting at ten, right?”

Ginny nodded and collapsed onto the sofa next to Hermione. “Be on time or Fleur will have your head.”

Mikayla rolled her eyes and waved at the three of them. She approached the kitchen door but paused. Grinning, she motioned for the other girls to join her.

“What –” Hermione began to say but Mikayla quickly held her finger to her lips to quiet her. She pressed her ear against the door and Ginny, Tabitha and Hermione followed.

There was movement in the kitchen, clinking of plates and the scuffing of chairs on the floor. The men had just returned and found the leftover food from the hen party. If they were silent enough, they could hear the muffled voices from the other side.

“I didn’t know girls could bend like that,” one of the twins said.

“I did,” the other twin replied.

“Now, this I got to hear!” the first cried and there was a round of chuckling all around.

So, Ron was just as bad as Mikayla was. Hermione is going to hex him, all right! Ginny thought to herself. One glance at her friend told her that her thoughts were correct.

“Poor, Neville though. He looked like he was going through shock,” Charlie’s voice commented.

“I cannot believe you actually did that, Ron,” Harry grumbled.

There was a chorus of laughing and mumbled teasing after Harry’s comment.

“Come on, mate, you can’t say you didn’t enjoy that. It was just dancing,” Ron sighed.

“With barely any clothes on!” Harry replied. “The only witch I ever want to see with little to no clothes on is Ginny!”

“I’m not sure if I should be happy about that or hex you for it, Potter,” Bill said somewhat threateningly.

That’s a very good thing! Ginny thought in her head. Despite Ron obviously hiring dancers for Harry’s stag party, Harry had not been pleased about it or enjoyed it much from the sound of it.

“I’m sure Ginny won’t mind you looking just as long as you don’t touch which you didn’t,” Ron said. “But, come on, mate, you have to admit it was very nice to look at!”

Hermione seemed to have had enough of listening and glanced at Ginny who in turned shared a look with Mikayla and Tabitha. In silent agreement the four of them pushed the door open.

All of Ginny’s brothers, including Percy, and Harry were sitting around the table and into the leftovers from the hen party. All looked up at the four women who had entered and Ron looked especially nervous at the sight of a very irate Hermione Granger.

“Ronald Bilius Weasley,” she said softly yet in a very dangerous tone. “Outside.”

“But look at the time. It’s nearly two in the morning!” he protested.


She marched towards the table and grabbed Ron by the ear. He yelped in pain, muttering apologies as she hurled him out the back door.

A stunned silence followed. All that could be heard was Hermione’s yelling from outside and it was very clear that Ron was not in good graces with his girlfriend.

“Right, well, I’m going to go now. See you at the fitting, Ginny,” Mikayla said, breaking the silence. She gave everyone a merry wave before Flooing back to her own flat.

Ginny decided to have a little bit of fun with her fiancé before turning in for the night. She set an unnerving glare on him and crossed her arms threateningly. It had the desired effect she wanted; Harry was squirming in his seat and refused to meet her eyes.

“I believe some of you have wives and girlfriends to go home to,” Ginny said without taking her eyes off of Harry.

Almost immediately, her brothers jumped from their spots at the table and either Flooed or Apparated away as quick as possible. Charlie had jumped up as well and followed his wife out of the kitchen, clearly thinking he was in trouble. However, Ginny caught Tabitha’s whispered and excited voice telling him she had quite the story to tell about his baby sister.

Slowly, Ginny made her way across the kitchen and stopped just in front of Harry once they were alone. He looked up at her, fear clearly in his eyes and Ginny tried her best to keep herself from laughing.

“Girls?” she asked sternly.

He nodded.

“Dancing? With hardly any clothes?” she continued.

He nodded again and visibly gulped.

“And did you enjoy all this dancing?” she questioned, not letting her act drop. She wanted to make him think she was furious with him for as long as possible. “Watching all those strange witches nearly starkers?”

“No!” he said quickly and stood up so fast he knocked the chair backwards. “I didn’t enjoy a moment of it, I swear!”

Ginny couldn’t help it any longer and she howled with laughter. She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him in apology when she saw the confused look on his face.

“Love, don’t worry about it,” she giggled. “Mikayla did the same to me and let me assure you it was a very embarrassing moment.”

Harry grinned and sat in another chair, pulling her into his lap.

“Other than that, did you blokes have a good time?” she asked.

“Yeah, it was fun. We played cards, had some drinks, talked about . . . things,” he said leaving the end of his sentence vague.

“Yeah, things,” she echoed. “We talked about things, too.”

He raised his eyebrows and glanced at the back door. Hermione’s voice could still be heard. He glanced back at her and smiled before planting soft kisses on her neck.

“You want to come over to my flat and get up to some things,” he suggested quietly in her ear.

Ginny sighed and slowly stood up from his lap. His disappointed sigh wasn’t very hard to miss.

“You’ve got your fitting at eight,” she reminded him and hauled him to his feet.

“I thought it was at ten,” he frowned.

Ginny shook her head as she entwined her fingers with his.

“No, yours is at eight and mine is at ten,” she corrected and brought their clasped hands up to her lips. She kissed his knuckles. “Don’t you remember?”

“Why are they at different times?” he asked watching her as she pulled on his hands, letting her tip backwards on her feet. He held onto her hands firmly to keep her from falling and seemed to be amused by her antics.

“Because, silly, you can’t see my dress yet,” she said teasingly and righted herself again.

“I don’t think that’s fair though. You’ve seen my tuxedo, why can’t I see your dress?” he asked.

“Its bad luck,” she sighed and lowered their hands so they swung loosely between them.

“Come on,” he whined. “Can’t you at least describe it to me?”

Ginny scrunched up her nose then smiled at him. “Sure, love. It’s white and . . . oh yes, it’s a dress!”

“That’s not much of a description, Ginny,” he sighed in exasperation.

“That’s all you’re getting, Mr. Potter,” she replied. “You’re going to have to be a good little groom and wait until I walk down that aisle to see it and don’t you dare try to sneak a look at it before then.”

“But what if I don’t want to be a good little groom and wait?” he asked, letting go of her hands and held her around her waist.

“Then I suppose you’re going to be awfully bored in Hawaii,” she sighed in mock sadness. She put her hands on his shoulders.

“Fine, fine,” he gave in and pulled her a little closer. “I’ll be good and wait.”

He rested his forehead against hers and Ginny closed her eyes, letting herself become lost in being so close to him.

The back door opened and Ron and Hermione entered. Harry and Ginny looked up at them but didn’t move from their embrace.

Ron marched right by them, not saying a single word and left the kitchen. Hermione huffed angrily as the door swung shut before looking at the couple. She muttered a good night and quickly Flooed to her flat.

“Those two will never change, will they?” Harry murmured.

“Nope,” she sighed. “But can you ever imagine them to be any different?”

“Nope,” Harry replied and smiled at her. He kissed her tenderly and sighed. “I should go.”

“No,” she whined and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Stay, please. I don’t want you to leave.”

“I’ve got to be at that fitting in six hours. I don’t want to upset Mum or anything like that,” he reminded her and gently pulled her arms away.

Ginny pouted and crossed her arms. She glanced up at him hopefully. “Let’s do lunch then at noon. I should be done with my fitting by then and maybe after we could go to your flat?”

“I can’t,” he sighed and rubbed her arms soothingly. “I’ve, uh, I’ve got to get in some extra time at the club’s gym since I won’t be practicing for two weeks. The coach isn’t very happy about it and wants me to get in as much time as possible before we leave.”

“Oh,” she sighed. “You’ve been spending a lot of time practicing and working out.”

“I know, but I have to if I want to stay on the reserves,” he said. He kissed her one last time. “I love you.”

“Love you more,” she murmured and watched as he reluctantly made his way to the fireplace and Flooed away.

Ginny watched the empty grate before sighing and cleaning up the mess the boys had made. Once it was cleaned up, she made her way up to her bedroom thinking to herself, One more week and we’ll never have to be apart again.

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