A/N: Here it is people, the sequel to HIMTBWL. Sorry it took so long but I have other fics that I'm working on and I've been busy with other stuff too, but I promise that I will update this as quickly as I can. This story will (Of course) have Ginnybashing because really, what's more fun to write about? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter and don't forget to review!

Chapter One

The Joys of Irony

Marriage. It's a scary thing when you think about it. Basically, it means you are promising to stand by one person forever; through thick and thin, the good and the bad, in sickness and in- well, I think you get the point. But really it's a pretty hard thing to go through with. That's why when you do decide to marry, you'd better be sure that you've found that one special person whose right for you in every way, and I know some people aren't that lucky. I mean, my parents were married for about fifteen years…and probably spent about 14 of those years arguing. Of course, they eventually got a divorce. I was around twelve years old then. It's been about ten years since then and they seem to be doi9ng better, they've actually started talking to each other again which is a huge accomplishment.

I however, was positive that that would not happen to me. I had a boyfriend whom I loved with all my heart. He was the most famous wizard of our generation, and yet I could care less, in my eyes he's just Harry Potter; kind of nerdy, but still very sweet and did I mention his eyes? I know I have but I can't help it, they're his best physical feature.

Anyway, he proposed to me one night about a year ago in my favorite place in the world. See there's this lake out by my dad's house (where me and Romilda used to stay during Easter and the first month of summer.) and at sunset, the lake seems to glisten. I don't know how else to describe it, but trust me, it's beautiful. We had gone out their alone and then, he just got down on one knee and proposed. I said yes (DUH!) so now here I was, several months later, buying my wedding dress along with Kristen (who had of course joined a professional quidditch team as a chaser.) and my relatively new friends Luna Lovegood, and Hermione Granger, or should I say, Hermione Malfoy (she and Draco had married about a year before me and Harry became engaged).

By the twelfth store (yes, you heard correctly; we went to twelve stores). We had begun to give up hope. I never thought shopping for a wedding dress would be this hard. "Maybe we'll find something in here" Kristen said trying not to let on how tired she was, even though we knew she was. Hell by then we were all pretty exhausted.

"Just as long as we don't find any gloophacks." stated Luna causing us all to give her weird stares.

"Gloophacks?" I asked cautiously.

"Yeah, their tiny fairy-like spirits who like to hide inside cloth of wedding dresses and wreak havoc on the wedding party." She explained.

Oooookay.

"Well…I'm sure we won't find any in here Luna" Hermione said, laughing nevously.

We didn't, but we also didn't find the right dress until…

"You guys, this is it." I said.

The dress was strapless with silver beading on the bodice and skirt with a long train and a pleated split back. It was absolutely perfect.

"You're right Alexis, it looks great, and Harry's going to love it." Kristen commented.

"You bet he will" I murmured.

It's amazing how fast time flies when you preparing for a wedding. Because before I knew it, I was right in the middle of my bridal shower.

Okay, before I continue, there's something I should probably say so that no one gets confused. About three years ago, we all got a bit of a shock when Kristen came out to us that she was a lesbian. We were surprised of course, especially me. Mostly because since we'd been best friends since we were about three and knew practically everything about each other, I thought that I would have picked up on that, I guess I didn't know her as well as I thought I did. Anyway, we accepted it because she was still our friend and it wasn't like she was a totally different person now, plus, she was a lot more open with us after that, I guess she felt she could trust us better now. She met her partner Carrie Love through this internet dating service her muggle-born sister-in-law set her on. Carrie's a muggle, so she didn't find out about Kristen being a witch until about a year and a half after they started dating, and she took it very well surprisingly, she and Kristen now live together and are very happy.

Anyway, the shower was considerably small, consisting of me, Kristen, Carrie, Hermione, Luna, and some other friends and family members. Even Romilda was there, though she stayed in the back throughout most of it. My mother had arranged the whole thing at this fancy restraunt on Goldhill Alley (its right next to Diagon Alley). We were waiting for our waitress to come to take our order and talking about random things, the wedding, men, the wedding, our jobs, the wedding (what? My family really likes weddings) as well as other things. Then finally, our waitress showed up.

You know what's funny? Irony. It can be cruel sometimes, like the time when I was six and Romilda got the chickenpox. Most people seem to think that Wizards are immune to such illnesses, but no, we aren't (I really wish we were though). So anyway I was going through a bit of a mean streak at the time and thought it would be fun to tease Romilda about how bad her face looked. I would call her pizza-face and all that stuff and even put a big 'Quarantine' sign up on her window for all the neighbors to see. The irony of the whole situation came when I caught the chickenpox and I had it about ten times worse than Romilda had (by then she was over it) and you'd better believe she gave me hell. I suppose I deserved it for being so cruel when she was sick, but those were definitely the worst two weeks of my life.

I guess I got a bit off-subject with all that but anyway, despite how cruel irony can be, sometimes it can be really really really great.

This was one of those times.

Like I said before, our waitress did arrive at our table eventually, and that was when the irony kicked in. You see before that little incident in my sixth year, Ginny Weasley was the most popular girl at Hogwarts, and the one everyone thought would go on to be very successful, so it's pretty funny that she ended up working as a waitress in a fancy restaurant when everyone thought she'd be minister of magic or something.

My first reaction when I saw her was shock, but that quickly became a kind of sick satisfaction. Here I was, twenty-two years old, a writer for the Daily Prophet (now owned by Hermione, she was sick of all the lies they posted and so, she bought it in order to change all that) and getting married, and here was the beautiful, popular, talented Ginny Weasley…working as a waitress. Yes that was quite ironic.

Everyone at our table was glaring at her since they all knew what she had done and she looked a mixture nervousness, anger, and annoyance. It was silent for a minute until Ginny finally broke the silence by stiffly asking us what we wanted. We gave our orders quickly so we wouldn't have to talk to her much and when we were done she immediately walked away.

After that conversation continued as usually until Ginny and another waitress came back with our food. She put my plate in front of me and gave me this creepy little smile before moving on to the next person. At first I thought maybe she had put something in my food, but she wasn't stupid enough to try and poison me in a place full of people who knew she would and had wands, so I chose to forget about it and carried on my conversation with Hermione about tomorrow's paper.

About a half hour passed and I excused myself to use the loo. I relieved myself and as I started to walk back to the table, I heard a female voice behind me.

"Heard you and Harry are getting married soon."

I turned around to find Ginny leaning up against the wall with her arms crossed around her chest. She was glaring at me with a look of utter most loathing (which I must say didn't surprise me. I mean, I had turned her skin blue and purple and made all her hair fall out). I glared right back at her and said "Yeah, we're getting married Friday, did you get your invitation?"

I smirked, we didn't invite her of course, it was just fun to watch her get even angrier.

"No I didn't" She answered shortly.

"Well perhaps it got lost somewhere." I supposed I was pushing it now, but I was having a mean moment right then so I kept it up. "So how is Matt?"

"Oh…we don't see each other anymore; his broomstick was a few twigs to short if you know what I mean." I rolled my eyes "Anyway," She continued, "I just want to know that I feel so sorry for you."

Huh?

"What do you mean?" I asked slowly.

"I mean do you really think that Harry is going to actually stay with you, please, I give it a month before he's moved on to someone…well, better than you." She said cruelly.

Oh hell no, she did not just say that. Now I was really angry. "What like you? Need I remind you Virginia-"

"Ginevra" She corrected me angrily.

"Whatever, you cheated on Harry and in the first place you were only with him for his money and fame, so if what your saying is he's going to dump me for some gold-digging bimbo, you're even more of a nutcase than I like to think you are."

Her face turned red like all Weasley's did when they got angry but I didn't care, just knowing that I got to her was enough for me. I know it was mean but she deserved it I think.

"Anyway" I continued, "I'd better get back to my bridal shower, I'll tell Harry you said hello, it was nice seeing you again Ginerva." With that I turned and started walking away.

"IT'S GINEVRA!" I heard her shout from behind me and my smile became a little bit bigger. It felt good to put her in her place like that. I mean, how dare she say that about Harry, he would never do that to me. He wasn't like Matt, he was different, he loved me didn't he? Of course he did, I couldn't let Ginny get to me like that, she's just still angry that she didn't get all the fame and glory she thought being with Harry would bring, and anyway that was her fault not mine.

I managed to get rid of all thoughts of that conversation by the time I got back to the table. I took my seat once again and the night continued as expected.

In only two days I would be getting married to the most wonderful man in the world. Not even Ginny Weasley could dampen my mood.