That morning when Ginny woke up, she paused for roughly two seconds before throwing back the duvet, stuffing her feet into a pair of red slippers, and tearing down the stairs in her baggy white pajamas. She slammed into the living room, to find Hermione and Luna were both still asleep on their respective sofas. She did a little skip over to where Hermione was quietly snoring, very prettily. Her long brown hair fell across her face and the blue blanket was pulled up to her chin. Ginny dithered for a moment, calculating quite hoe mean her plan was, and then decided it didn't really matter, and went straight on ahead with it. Using the back of the sofa as a vaulting pole, she swung her legs over, so that she landed cross legged on the older girl's hip. Hermione sat up fast as lighting, sending Ginny sprawling to the floor laughing her head off. Across the room, Luna stuck her head out of her blanket, bleary eyed to see what the noise was.
Ginny lay on the floor, and stuck out her arms and legs like a star. "Guess what day it is…"She sing-songed.
Luna giggled, the blanket falling down to rest on her protruding stomach. "Oh Gin I'm so happy for you…"She chirruped.
Hermione slid off the sofa to join her on the floor. "You know, this day has been coming since you and Harry first met. What time is it?"
Luna checked her watch. "It's just gone seven o'clock. We've got five hours."
Ginny nodded, and smirked. "Should be nearly enough time." The three of them laughed.
Hermione made a plate full of pancakes for the three of them, while Ginny somehow managed to drag from down stairs her full length mirror, make up box and the bag with her dress in. Luna cleared a space in the living room, and on Ginny's orders, listened at the key hole to the dividing door between Ginny and Hermione's houses for a full quarter hour. Harry and Ron had stayed there that night and she wanted to know if they had woken up yet. She had a very strong feeling that they hadn't; and was proved correct when Luna came back with a report of no discernable sound.
After breakfast, the three young women sat in a triangle on the Potters floor, each holding out one leg so that the women next to them could paint the nails on the others toes – the main reason for this being that since Luna was carrying twins, she hadn't actually been able to reach her feet for the last two months.
"Actually," Luna looked up at her two friends. "I wanted to ask you both a question. When the twins are born next month, Ginny; I'd like you to be Lorcan's Godmother, and Hermione; will you be Lyander's Godmother? Obviously Harry and Ron will be Godfathers-…" before she could continue, a delighted Harry and Ginny had both squealed "Yes!" and launched themselves (carefully) at the blonde girl. The three of them lay there for a few minutes; happy. But unfortunately, time did that thing it has a habit of doing and moved on, and soon Hermione was kneeling in front of Ginny, carefully dabbing on red lipstick, while Luna, her bump nudging into Ginny's back every now and then, gently piled her sleek red hair on top of her hair, into a messy bun.
At half past ten, Mrs. Weasly arrived, alongside Andromeda, who had bought Teddy with her. At six years old, he had turned his hair bright orange to match his godmothers, just for the special occasion. The two older women flapped about, making sure Ginny's dress was perfect, and checking to make sure there were no holes in her veil.
Finally, it was half eleven; time to put on dresses, then get married, Ginny unzipped her dress bag. "It's show time," she whispered.
TADA. The lusted after sequel to Onto Pastures Green is under way. I'll take me a while to get posts up. I have three exams next week and a ton of other projects on the go :S See you soon. Review? Pretty please? Az x
PS Still don't own Harry Potter. Nope. Nuh uh. No way. Non. Nein.