Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or his world!

So here is my longer story, or at least the beginning. This one has more twists and turns in, it's not just fluff and romance (though there is some of that too) more magic and stuff in the middle and then the lead up to the wedding? Or will there be one? Please review and I will update often, the story is complete already but reviews can help to improve chapters etc... Always welcome them! Anyway hope you enjoy!!!

Chapter 1

Ginny rolled over in bed and looked at the dark haired man next to her, the love of her life, the only person she ever had, and would ever, love. He was still asleep and his messy hair was pushed across his face hiding the lightening bolt scar on his forehead, he had a comfortable expression on his face and in his sleep he reached out for her and pulled her close to him, nuzzling his head into her neck under her chin. He breathed deeply and continued to sleep, Ginny put her arms around his strong muscular body and just enjoyed being with him, he was warm and she breathed in his scent while thinking back on the last, wonderful year and a half.

It had taken them four years to finally admit to each other that they were in love and apart from a brief break up six months ago, life had been pretty fantastic ever since. The break up had been bad, or it had been bad for her, she blew up his firebolt and stormed out saying she never wanted to see him again, but after a couple of hours walking around the streets and a night at her brother and Hermione's flat she realised how stupid she had been and had thought she would never be happy again. Harry had not been quite as depressed as she was, he had given her some space to calm down but had had a surprise up his sleeve for her on what would have been their first anniversary and he was hoping that Ginny would come back to him. Once they had talked over the argument which had caused Ginny to cast a reducto spell on his broom, she grimaced to herself as she thought back on this (as she always did), and Harry had convinced her that it was only a broom and didn't really matter (never mind what Ron said!), she had returned to the flat where the surprise had been waiting, and there admidst candles, champagne and strawberries Harry had asked her to marry him and Ginny had become happier than she had ever been in her life.

On reflection, the break up had made his proposal all the more fantastic and making up with a diamond ring on your third finger does make the argument worth it. And so, the last six months had sped by in a whirlwind of dresses, flower arrangements, seating plans and other wedding arrangements, and now here they were a week from the wedding. Ginny had spent the last few weeks waking early and laying in bed thinking about the things that still needed to be organised, the hairstyles for her and her bridesmaids, Hermione and Luna, the final dress fittings, picking up the flowers and keeping her mum cool, calm and collected until at least the ceremony was over.

"You're thinking about it all again aren't you?" came a sleepy and muffled voice from her neck.

"No," she lied, grinning sheepishly.

"Ginevra Weasley, I know you! Relax there's still a week," he continued as her pulled his head back and put it on his pillow without releasing his grip around her body, "Everything will be fine, the only thing that matters is that we are both there and we say 'I do'!"

"There's much more than that to…" he cut her off swiftly, "See I knew you were lying to me!" and with that he began to tickle her while she squirmed and giggled. Harry laughed at her, then eventually rolled her onto her back and held her hands on either side of her. "I know something that would take your mind off it for a while," he said huskily.

"Harry Potter, if I only have the wedding on my mind, then you only have the wedding night activities on your mind!"

"And what…" he began to kiss her neck, "Exactly…" he moved down her body, "Is wrong…" the kisses moved between her breasts, "With that?" he concluded by kissing around her belly button and then lifting his head to look at her with pleading, puppy dog eyes. In answer she grabbed hold of his head and pulled it gently towards her so he was positioned between her legs and then kissed him, this quickly developed into something more and it was half an hour later when they were still lying in bed holding each other, before one of them spoke. "So, what colour are the flowers again?" he asked and Ginny responded by hitting him with a cushion and pushing him until he fell out of bed.

"Ouch," he cried in retaliation, "That hurt, my bottom is sore, you'll have to kiss it better now!" he looked at her with those puppy dog eyes again and she chuckled at him. "Sorry," she replied, "I only heal people who are in need and don't deserve what happened to them!" He moved back onto the bed, "But it really hurts," he continued in a childish voice.

"Awww," Ginny crooned, "Well it'll teach you not to forget the colour of the flowers again, won't it?"

"The flowers are white roses, to stand out against the dark red dresses of Hermione and Luna, your flowers are red to stand out against your ivory dress, my suit tie matches the bridesmaids, as does Ron's and Neville's, the table cloths are shimmering ivory with pink and red centre pieces…" he recited by rote. This earned him another hit with the pillow but she smiled at him coyly secretly pleased that he was remembering the details of their wedding.

"Ginny," he looked at her seriously, "This is just as important to me, so stop worrying, everything will be fine, I've had all my bad luck, there's a week to go and the only thing left to go wrong is my stag night and as Ron is secretly petrified of your explosive temper even when you are not seven days from your own wedding, then I think everything will be fine!" She grinned at him and he moved over to kiss her softly on the lips.

At the same moment there was a gentle tap on the window, Harry turned around and jumped up straight away, "That's an emergency ministry owl from our office," he said, "There must be something wrong, maybe we've finally got a lead on that underground death eater we haven't located yet." He jumped off the bed, opened the window and took the parchment from the striking looking owl, giving it a quick scan through he frowned and then pulled his work robes out of the wardrobe discarding the note on the bedside. Ginny continued to watch him and smile, he was so passionate about his job, almost as much as he was about her, she liked to see him when he got results and this was one of the very last few known death eaters still on the run since the demise of Voldemort. Once he was dressed he ran over to Ginny's side of the bed and gave her a lingering kiss on the lips, "Hmmm, he sighed, you make going to work so hard sometimes, promise me you'll be here in this exact position when I get home."

"Harry, I have a million and one things to do today and if there is an emergency who knows what time you'll be home tonight, but if I'm in before you, which I probably will be, then I'll come back here and wait for you, or at least plan something where I may be in a similar position!" He raised his eyebrow at her, "Promise?" he breathed deeply.

"Promise," she replied. He gave her another quick kiss, grabbed his cloak and apparated out of the bedroom, leaving Ginny thinking about all the things she had to do that day, and wishing that the end would come soon so she could curl back up in bed with Harry. She pushed back the covers and slowly got out of bed, she slid her feet into her slippers and made her way to the kitchen, using her wand to do all the work she made herself a cup of coffee and took it with her into the shower.

Half and hour later she was standing looking at her reflection in the bedroom mirror, she had showered, dressed and styled her hair and was ready for Hermione to call in. They were off to Madame Malkins in Diagon Alley for the final dress fittings today. Luna was meeting them there as she had been on a night shift. Ginny was excited because it was the first fitting they had had together where the girls would see her dress, so far only her mother had seen it, she was even more excited because she would be able to take the dresses home with her this time, well her Mum would actually be taking hers and keeping it safe at the Burrow, but it was the final stage and meant that the wedding was almost upon them. She could hardly wait to marry Harry, she felt as if she had been waiting her whole life for it and had been ecstatic when Harry had proposed and then told her he wanted to do it straight away, or as soon as was feasibly possible for the grand wedding her mother would expect and they both secretly wanted. A call from the living room halted her train of thought and she walked into the room to see Hermione coming out of the fireplace.

"Morning Hermione," she said brightly.

"Morning," came a grumpy reply.

"What's with you?" Ginny asked her.

"Ron, being his usual grumpy self in the mornings, got into an argument about using the shower early on a Saturday and waking him up!"

"Oh," Ginny responded, she knew better than to get involved in one of their petty arguments, they seemed to thrive on them and everyone thought that they would have split up years ago if they didn't have their arguments. "Ready to go?" she asked instead, "Luna's meeting us there she's been on a night shift so she's joining us before she goes home."

"Yeah, I'm all set," replied Hermione, "Where's Harry this morning? Is he still in bed?"

"No he's gone to work."

"He never gets a minutes rest from there does he? Even when he's supposed to be off work he ends up going in!"

"An emergency ministry owl turned up this morning, didn't say anything, as usual, other than he had to be at work."

"Well I suppose he does have an important job, and Harry was never going to be satisfied doing anything else was he?"

"No," Ginny replied and frowned a little, "I do worry about him though, but then I suppose if he wasn't an auror out there catching the bad wizards then he wouldn't be the Harry that we all know and love would he?" she smiled wryly.

"Come on, Gin, let's get these dresses finished, fancy a butterbeer in the Leaky Cauldron while we're there?"

"Fantastic idea Hermione," Ginny replied, "Actually, Harry's probably going to have a long day, the last time he was called in on an emergency he didn't make it home until well after midnight, so I might pop out of the pub into muggle London and get him a cake from the bakery that he likes so much out there." One at a time they stepped into the fireplace, threw floo powder into the air and shouted, "The Leaky Cauldron," then they were gone.