Harry looked longingly at the Burrow; more than anything he wanted to just go in and enjoy the wedding. But how could he, Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, last hope of the human race, drop his guard for one moment before he defeated Voldemort? He had only fourteen days until he would be seventeen and of-age.

The Burrow was warm and inviting as he approached the brightly lit house. From where he stood Harry could see a small portion of the Weasley family at the dinner table eating and laughing. Hermione could be seen too, sitting next to Ron and across from….

"Ginny," the name quietly escaped Harry's lips.

Ginny looked up at the window and jumped up, "Harry!" Hermione, Ron, Arthur, and Molly all looked up too.

Harry put on his best smile and walked completely to the door as it was swung open by Molly Weasley. She quickly engulfed him in a hug and pulled him inside.

"You should have told us you were coming, Harry, my dear," Molly said with a slight anger in her voice, "you could have been hurt or captured or…" she shivered.

"What I'm sure Molly means is 'you shouldn't have come by yourself, but we are glad to see you and have you here'."

"Thank you Mr. Weasley," Harry smiled sheepishly, "I fear I was going a little stir-crazy and was a bit anxious to get out before I had time to completely think it out."

"Well no harm done, right?" Ron piped in.

"No," Molly repeated, "no harm done. Harry we are glad to see you. Are you hungry we were just finishing dinner but there is always more left over when I'm only cooking for five."

"No, thank you," Harry replied. He was looking around his friends standing in front of him and searching for Ginny but she seemed to have slipped out.

"Come on Harry," Hermione said thoughtfully, "We'll talk while Ronald does the dishes."

They reached the stairs and Hermione pulled Harry up them. "How long have you been here?"

"Two days," Hermione replied, "shhh!" Hermione pressed a finger to her lips as they arrived at the platform to Ginny's room. Hermione released Harry's hand and pressed an ear to the door. The light was on and no noise was made.

Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him silently up the rest of the stairs. When they entered Ron's room Hermione closed the door only to have it open again by Ron seconds later.

"Mum let me off the hook," Ron informed them, "so what's up?"

"What's wrong with Ginny?" Harry asked.

"She's angry," Hermione pointed out.

"At me?"

Hermione made a face. "Yes and no. You broke up with her, but she saw it coming, but you asked her out, but she knows what you have to do…"

"And wants to come with us," Ron added. Hermione nodded.

Harry stared at his hands, he felt so guilty and yet at the same time he knew he was doing the right thing. Harry put his head in his hands, "Maybe it was a bad idea to come."

"It would have been worse if you just showed up for the wedding and then took off," Hermione told him.

"She'll get over it," Ron said overly enthusiastically. Harry looked up skeptically.

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It was only three when Harry woke again. He was fully awake and decided to get up. Upon reaching the kitchen he found there was already a person at the table. The only light was a candle on the table.

It was Ginny with an apple and cauldron cake. She turned to see Harry standing on the bottom step in his Gryffindor pajamas.

"Hi," he said.

"Hello," she replied. "You can have a seat."

"Oh," Harry moved to the table and sat, "thank you."

"Why are you up?"

"Why are you?"

"I," Ginny started, "I couldn't sleep."

"Me either."

There was a long silence as Harry took a piece of cauldron and chewed it.

"Is this how it's going to be between us? Awkward and quiet?" Ginny asked.

"It doesn't have to be…"

"Okay then. Let's talk."

"Okay let's…."

They talked all night until Mrs. Weasley came down at five thirty to make breakfast and found them still at the table with three eaten apple and cauldron cakes.

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The wedding madness lasted until the wedding, which was four days before Harry's birthday. Fleur and Bill were to be married in the backyard of the Burrow. And everyone was there. The twins, Charlie, Fleur's sister Gabrielle, strange relatives from both sides, and Hogwarts friends. Only Percy didn't appear, and the family was content not to mention it. With an hour left before the wedding those not involved in the ceremony were asked to go out of the house.

Harry and Hermione waved good-bye to Ginny and Ron before slipping outside. They ended up at the lake near the edge of the property. They were dressed in their best occasion dress robes so they stood staring at the lake.

"How are things going with Ginny?" Hermione asked. Harry gave her a sideways look, "I mean she doesn't seem mad at you any more."

"We're talking, just talking, nothing serious."

"Scared?"

"Terrified. You?"

"The same. We stand so close to the edge, and all our past, our family, our friends, our future teeter there with us." They were silent for a long time each contemplating the truth of that statement.

"Hermione…"

"Yes Harry?"

"Think things will ever be normal?"

"Between you and girls? No. The world, normal, with you in it? Not very likely, but then again, it wouldn't survive without you in it too." Hermione told him hugging him.

"Thanks," Harry said kissing her on the top of the head, "How are things between you and Ron?"

Hermione gave him a questioning look, "What do you mean?"'

Harry laughed, "Just tell him if he hurts my family I'll hurt him."

"Harry," Hermione had tears in her eyes, "do you mean it?"

"Absolutely, you are my sister Hermione," Harry assured her, "And I don't want anything to happen to you. Especially Ron."

Hermione laughed as a trumpet went off announcing that guests should be seated for the ceremony. "Come on Harry."

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The wedding was beautiful and even the twins managed to behave, but Harry had a sneaking suspicion that had to do with Katie and Alicia. Neville had come with his grandmother and Lupin and Tonks were there along with most of the Order. The Browns came too and Lavender seemed to be avoiding looking at Ron or Hermione.

A phonograph played wizarding songs while Lee Jordan took requests. An upbeat one had been playing for a minute when Harry headed to where Ginny was talking with Gabrielle. Gabrielle saw him over Giny's shoulder.

"'Arry, 'Arry! It iz so go'd to zee yo' again." She yelled walking close to him.

"It's good to see you too, Gabrielle," He stepped around her, "Ginny, a dance?"

"Gladly," Ginny took his opened hand, "excuse us Gabrielle."

Gabrielle's face looked as though it had been smacked, "a Veela's charm always works…"

"…unless the boy haz found 'iz true luve," Fleur reminded her sister, causing Gabrielle to frown.

"So," Ginny asked, "how much longer do you plan on staying?"

"We will leave the day after my birthday," Harry told her as they reached the dance floor and the songs changed to a slow song.

"We can sit," Ginny said at Harry's hesitation.

"I asked you to dance," Harry told her, "so let's dance. Never know when I may have another chance to do this."

Ginny nodded as he pulled her in close. Setting his hands on her hips as she slid hers around his neck. Looking into his eyes Ginny let the rest of the world fade away. Harry felt his emotions well up in him, but he was determined not to lessen his resolve about not going out with her anymore.

"Friends," Ginny told him the night he arrived, "we can just be friends, right?"

Harry gulped, "Yes just friends…"

It had killed him to say it as he felt it was unfair to her, as well as himself. So here he stood with a girl who turned his insides inside-out and they were just friends, dancing around the floor. Ginny smiled at Harry and he just let himself be in the moment and smiled back. Ginny rested her head against Harry's chest. This moment would forever be imprinted in Harry's mind as the time he could have had everything.

Then the song ended….