A/n: So sorry for the long wait! I actually had this ready like a week ago, but there was an error in the site's document manager that wouldn't let me submit it. Thank you for waiting this long! Thankfully it's summer! More updates in less time! Please R & R!


"Hey, Gin." Harry walked through the door of their flat and kissed his fiancée. "How's your day been?"

Ginny let go of Harry, going back to the unfinished dinner. "Oh, y'know. I made plans with Hermione to try to find my dress again tomorrow."

Harry tossed his cloak in a chair and walked over to the sink to wash his hands. "You still haven't found it, yet? Well, knowing you it has to be perfect."

She tossed her hair over her shoulder and continued to chop onions. "Yup, that's me! So, how about you? Dussel set the first practice yet?"

"Yeah, he did . . . I think he said it was Thursday," Harry replied.

Ginny laughed. "You think? What kind of Quidditch player are you? Can't even remember when your practice is."

Harry shook his hands, sending water into her face. "I'm a one-of-a-kind player. What's for dinner, it smells great."

"I'm glad to hear it smells great, because it's pork casserole." She smiled knowingly when his expression changed.

"Yech, Ginny, you know I hate Pork casserole!" Harry dried his hands on a dishtowel.

She pointed a finger at him. "But you just said it smelt good . . ."

He smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist. "No, I said you smelt good. The casserole smells . . . erm, interesting," Harry said lightly.

"Good for me, than. You however, will go hungry." She tossed the chopped onions into a pan.

Harry put a hand to his heart. "You wouldn't be that mean, would you?"

"Not normally, but you insulted my poor casserole," she countered.

He smiled apologetically, removing his arm from her waist. "Tell the casserole I'm sorry, will you?"

Ginny turned to the casserole. "He's sorry. But don't worry, you're much cuter than he is. Tastier too."

Harry frowned playfully. "Now that was below the belt, Ginny."

"Okay, apologize to the casserole and we're even."

Harry smirked, turning to the casserole. "Sorry casserole, but I like Ginny better."

Ginny lifted an eyebrow. "That's not what I meant," she laughed. "Try it again. Offer a peace treaty saying you'll eat it."

"Hey, you planned this all out!"


Harry rolled over, moving his arm out from under Ginny's head. She sighed, slowly crawling up until her face touched the cool pillow and her hands reached for the covers.

"Gin," Harry whispered suddenly, his voice slightly strangled. "Why are you tugging on my shirt?"

The tugging immediately stopped, and Harry rolled over again, bringing the blanket up to cover them both. Her head found his arm again, and he grinned into her hair.

"Y'know, one of these days my arm isn't going to be there for you," he said softly.

"How would Quidditch leave you armless?" She pressed her head into his arm, making him pull it away once more.

"Oh, I don't know . . . Perhaps a Bludger might rocket towards me at high speed and then, well, you get the point," he whispered back.

Ginny was quiet a moment before pulling his arm towards her with a soft chuckle. "Perhaps I'll buy you a fake arm to replace it."

"No, it won't be the same."

Silence enveloped the room once more, leaving the couple to fall asleep. Their dreams were short lived however, because not a minute later a loud crack rang throughout the room.

"CODE 598! C'MON!" Ron sprinted across the room, pulling the covers down from the two now awake wizards.

Harry groaned, cracking an eye open. "Ron, You're kidding me, ri-"

Ron slapped a hand over his friends mouth, drowning out the words. "Now, Harry. It's time." He paused for a brief moment, watching his sister and best mated shaking their heads and jumping out of bed. "I've got to go attend Hermione, Mum's with her now. And Ginny?"

Ginny stopped her frantic search for her slippers. "Yeah," she asked distractedly.

"That's what you sleep in?" Ron shook his head, and with a glare at Harry he was gone again.

Ginny pulled on too-small T-shirt that was at least five inches above her draw-string sweat pants. "Pretend that didn't just happen." She bent down again, shoving aside the bed covers to find her slippers under the bed. "According to Hermione's schedule, we have five minutes to make it to St. Mungo's."

Harry tossed Ginny's cloak to her from across the room. "And according to Ron's schedule, you were supposed to be wearing Charlie's old sweat pants and a your Dad's over-sized shirt." He smiled, pulling his own cloak on. "But according to my schedule, well, you're supposed to be wearing the bed sheet."

He had just enough time to duck, his trainers whizzing past his left ear. Ginny smiled, pulling her hair into a messy pony-tail. "Wrap it up, Captain Hormone."


Ron glanced at his watch, running a hand through his red hair. A group of tired people with identical hair grouped around him, some sleeping in chairs.

"Where's Harry and Ginny? They were supposed to be here two minutes ago!" Hermione was sitting next to Mrs. Weasley and her own Mum, her large belly protruding from her blue pajamas.

Fred threw a paper air-plane that he had just made, watching as it crashed into the nose of a Medi-Wizard's painting on the wall. "Calm down, Hermione. You're not even in labor."

Hermione's head snapped in Fred's direction, fire shooting from her eyes. "So? I'm due in two months and three weeks. What if the baby comes early? We all have to be here on time!"

Bill gave a loud snore from the corner causing Fleur to punch him lightly. "Hmm, wassatt?" He stirred, yawning before opening his eyes. "Ron, this is rubbish. I'm exhausted. Apparating here takes up a lot of energy, let alone doing it twice in one week for your and Hermione's test runs."

Before Ron could answer, a disheveled Harry and Ginny came sprinting into the corridor, both still in their night clothes.

"There you two are," Ron nearly shouted, waking up the Weasleys that were still asleep. "You're late!"

Harry lifted an eyebrow at Ron and Hermione. "Honestly, Hermione isn't even in labor!"

Another airplane hit the poor painting's nose making it complain rather loudly. "I said the same thing, Harry. But look? I'm still here." Fred started on another airplane, this time throwing it at Bill who had nodded off again.

Hermione gave a defeated sigh. "Okay, everyone. We get the point, alright? It's just . . . Ron and I want everyone to be there on time when the baby does come because we want this to be special."

Ron moved to put his arm around his wife, looking fondly at her stomach. "Our wedding was such a small affair, and some of you couldn't even make it."

George let out a cough that sounded strangely like Charlie. Charlie glared at George, mumbling, "There was an attack on the dragon camp . . ."

Ginny shook her head, walking over to hug Hermione and Ron. "Don't worry about it," she said. "Just . . . Next time you want to practice, let's not have it be at four in the morning, yeah?"

Their was a murmur of agreement as everyone stood up, making their way down the corridor. Ron and Hermione hugged their parents, and Ginny escorted Hermione down the hall leaving Harry and Ron alone in the waiting room.

Ron turned, glaring at Harry. "She wears that to bed with you in it?"

Harry eyed Ron carefully before grinning.. "You wear that to bed and Hermione's still with you?"


When Ginny and Harry finally climbed back into their bed and got settled, Harry's alarm clock rang. With a swish of his hand, the clock exploded, leaving a pretty pile of ashes on the bedside table.

"Harryyyy," Ginny groaned. "Did you have to kill it?"

"Yes," he whispered into her hair. "What do you think? Owl in sick today at work?" His hand brushed the side of her cheek which was against his arm.

She sighed, kicking his leg under the sheets. "Harry, your practice doesn't start until Thursday and Healer Training doesn't begin again until next week."

"And what day is it today?" He kicked her back.

"Lie-in day." She responded by snuggling into his chest instead of his arm. "It's Saturday."

Harry paused, brushing her hair away from his face. "Aren't we meeting up with that wizard today? Y'know, the one designing the cake, or something?"

She giggled. "Yes, I'm meeting with a witch today. Tonks, Hermione, and Mum to be exact. No, it's about my wedding dress not the cake." Ginny leaned forward as if to check the time. "Would you look at that? The clock exploded."

"Ummhmm." Harry shrugged, smirking. "It was amazing, seriously. It just exploded, I had nothing to do with it."

Ginny grinned, kissing him lightly before climbing out of bed. "It's too bad, really," she pouted. "If I knew what the time was, I could procrastinate my meeting with the girls. But as you said, it just 'exploded'."

Harry sat up, shaking his head at the pile of ashes. "See what you've done to me? You're taking my fiancée away."


Ginny and Tonks were sitting among a large scattering of wedding dresses. Ginny had tried on at least thirty, if not more, and was beginning to think that she'd never find a dress at all.

"Tonks," she asked, fitting yet another dress upon its hanger. "Let's go to another store. I'm just not having any luck in here."

Tonks waved a hand, her bright purple hair catching the sunlight. "Calm down, Ginny. We've only been in here for an hour. Besides, your Mum and Hermione went into that cute little store. They're bound to have found a few options by now."

Ginny tried to smile as she hung up the dress. Her wedding was in three weeks and she still remained dressless. She smirked, thinking about how the boys had decided to get their tuxedos three days before the wedding. Guys just had to rent something that wasn't pink!

"Y'know, Tonks? Lets just go down and meet Hermione and Mum. This place just isn't to my liking, anyway."

Tonks nodded, taking her younger friend's hand. She remembered what she had been like at her wedding. Remus' Tux had come late. She had practically set her hair on fire when she found out, but at least she had her dress.

The two walked down Diagon Alley into the small shop where Mrs. Weasley and Hermione had been searching. They found thethem in the back of the shop, Hermione sittingon a small bench and Mrs. Weasley arm-deep in a rack of clothing.

"Find anything, Mum," Ginny asked, eyeing the pile of dresses that Hermione was holding.

Mrs. Weasley nodded, pointing to the stack. "Let's get you in that dressing room, shall we?"

"Oooh, Ginny! This one is gorgeous, try it on first!" Tonks handed Ginny a pure-white dress with a V-neck cut. Ginny took it and sidled into the dressing room.

The women were silent as she tried the dress on, and only the sound of the other bustling customers could be heard.

"Well?" Mrs. Weasley finally asked. "How does it fit?"

"I'm not sure I like it . . . It won't zip in the back, either," she answered. "Hand on, I'm coming out." The red-head appeared in the dress which looked perfect except for the back.

Hermione beckoned for Ginny to come over, and she tried to zip Ginny's dress up. "Ummf, it's no use, Ginny. It just won't go up."

Mrs. Weasley sighed, turning Ginny around so she could have a look. "You're not fat, Ginny dear. It's these new designers. They make these dresses so darned small, and you'd have to be stick-thin to fit."

"And by than you'd be too unhealthy to get married in the first place," laughed Tonks. "Here, this one is better."

Ginny smiled, taking the other dress that Tonks was handing to her. "Thanks." After a minute in the dressing room, Ginny came out without the dress on.

"What?" Hermione asked. "Too small again?"

Ginny shook her head, laughing. "Harry would like it, but my brothers certainly won't."

Just when Mrs. Weasley was about to question further, Ginny answered, "It's far too low-cut."

Tonks laughed, handing Ginny another dress while Hermione and Mrs. Weasley looked disapproving.

The frantic search for the dress went on, and soon there were no more dresses from the pile to try on. Ginny sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "Maybe we should call it a day."

Hermione shook her head. "No, we're not giving up, Ginny!" She beckoned for the sales witch to come over. "Are there any new releases? Anything you think might suit her? She's a four." She pointed to Ginny.

The sales witch smiled. "Sure, I'll go take a look in back." She left into a side door in the back wall.

"See Ginny? She'll help you find one. No worries, right?" Tonks grinned at Ginny, hanging up a dress from the stack.

Ginny smiled. "No worries."


"Ron? When did the girls say they would be back?" Harry tossed the Quaffle hard into Ron's hand.

The redhead leaned forward on his broom to catch the leather ball, sweat rolling down his forehead. "I dunno. I hope Mione's not overdoing it, though." He chucked the ball back at Harry.

He caught it by the tips of his fingers, and swiped at his forehead with the back of his hand. "Forget about it, Ron. Y'know Hermione, she's almost overly safe."

Ron shrugged. "That's just because she's pregnant. She's not always like that."

"Sure," Harry said. "Sure." He tossed the ball at Ron again. "Have you guys decided on a baby name, yet?"

"No, she's still sticking with weird ones. The other day she suggested Prudence."

Harry laughed. "Tough Luck."


When the sales lady came back, she was carrying only one dress. "Here, this one just came in. I'm sure it'll be to your liking." She handed the dress to Hermione. "If you need anything else, just give a wave of your wand, all right?"

They all nodded, and Ginny took the dress into the dressing room. This time when Ginny came out, everybody was quiet. "Oh my gosh, Ginny," Hermione whispered. "This is the one."

"You really think so?" Ginny twirled around, letting the skirt of the dress follow her. The dress was strapless, and there was beading down the corset ending with a sparkling touch.

Mrs. Weasley stood up to hug her only daughter, dabbing at her eyes. "Oh, Ginny. You look so beautiful."

Tonks nodded, fingering the dress. "It really does suit you, Gin." All four girls hugged, and Ginny went back into the dressing room to change out of the dress.


A/n: Okay, we're nearing the wedding! Please review!