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Harry awoke to the sounds of an explosion in the entrance hall below him and it was immediately clear that Fred and George had arrived from their shop. Most of the Weasley family was slowly trickling into the Burrow ready to attend the wedding. Groaning, he sat up in bed, it would have been nice to stay asleep a little longer, especially after his eventful night. However he was not so lucky, just as he was about to lower his head back onto the pillow his door burst open and Ron came running in.

"Harry! Harry mate, you've got to get up and come see this!" "See what?" asked Harry groggily reaching on his bedside table for his glasses. "It's Fred and George, they just came in and they've put some kind of quick sand in the entrance. Mum's really angry though, they won't tell her how to get rid of it." "Really?" said Harry chuckling. "Sounds very Fred and George." "Yeah. Come on!" Ron called over his shoulder as he ran back out of the room.

Slowly he pulled himself out of bed and got dressed in a pair of jeans and green t-shirt. He was somewhat unsure as to whether he wanted to go downstairs, Ginny having left rather uncivilly the night before, but eventually his hunger overcame his desire to stay holed up in his room all day and Harry headed down the stairs to the dining room. When he reached the landing however; his progress was halted by a near lake of brown sand that spanned across the Weasley's entrance hall. Harry had trouble fighting the laughter that sprang into his throat as he descended the rest of the stairs and jumped over the sand and into the dining room, but he thought Mrs Weasley might not appreciate it.

Looking around the room Harry noticed that Ginny was not downstairs yet and he was silently thankful thank he would not have to endure the glares that were sure to come soon. Seeing an empty seat next to Ron and Hermione he took it, grabbing a spare plate as he did so.

Ron looked up at him as he sat down but even as Harry called out a rather loud "Good morning, Hermione." She continued to ignore him rather pointedly. Harry supposed she must have already talked to Ginny this morning and with a sigh he turned instead to Ron. "Morning mate." Ron grunted, his mouth full of bacon. Even though her head was turned away Harry could feel Hermione roll her eyes. "Yeah, morning Ron."

Breakfast passed without much excitement, Mrs Weasley was once again discussing plans for the wedding. Apparently today she was going to make them all put up tables for the wedding guests to eat on in the back yard. There was a collective groan from around the table as she announced this and the twins were sending Mrs Weasley mutinous glares.

The annoyed silence was broken however when Ginny came walking down the stairs, seeing the quicksand she jumped on to the banister and slid gracefully into the dining room. "Nice sand, guys." She said giggling. Fred and George stood up and bowed rather clumsily whispering, "Our pleasure." Laughing again, Ginny joined the table.

For a moment it seemed as if she had forgotten entirely about last nights events, sitting across the table from him she chatted animatedly with Bill and Charlie who had also arrived to get ready for the wedding. However when Mrs Weasley saw Harry leaning over to get the butter for his toast and asked Ginny to please pass it to him, Ginny's demeanour changed. "I think that he can get it himself, mother." She said, before turning her back on him.

Looks of confusion were exchanged around the table at this but thankfully Hermione cut through the silence before any questions could be asked. The tension that had been building up was released and the chatter around the table resumed, now accompanied by the clatter of plates as Mrs. Weasley began to clear the dishes away into the kitchen.

When she re-entered the room she sent them all outside in pairs to set up the tables for the wedding. Harry and Ron were assigned the task of assembling the tables, while Fred and George levitated them into position. They stood up together and trailed out the door and into the garden.

They found the tables beside Arthur's shed and set to work putting each of them to together, the early morning frost that glistened from every surface turning their fingers numb. The tables were nothing special, but on the other side of the lawn where they were being arranged by Fred and George Harry could see Hermione Concentrating as she turned each table a delicate gold with a flick of her wand. Beside her, Ginny her wand let out a steady stream of golden bubbles floated upwards to hang in the old oak trees. She looked gorgeous and so carefree, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes and Harry couldn't bear to think that he had caused it. He loved Ginny more than anything, but Hermione had been right. Harry smiled, Hermione usually was right. He had to let her be with him, she was in danger anyway and perhaps he would be stronger with her by his side. After all, he couldn't shield her forever. "Today." He whispered, "I'll tell her today."

Ron, who was complaining rather loudly about his mother, brought Harry back to the task at hand. "I mean it's the holidays for Merlin's sake. Can't she give us a break? And where are Bill and Charlie? They could do this so much faster!" Harry chuckled at the expression on his friends face. "Bill and Charlie have gone to Diagon alley to buy new dress roes, so they're busy. Besides, it's Bill's wedding, do you want to assemble tables at your wedding?" Ron blushed and said sheepishly "No."

Once all the tables had been positioned with a few of the pond, and were sparkling gold in the fresh sunlight, Mr Weasley appeared at the back door calling them all in for lunch. The boys, Hermione, and Ginny sat down in the dining room and ate their soup quickly under the watchful eyes of Mrs Weasley. She had taken to asking stragglers to help her with things, and none of them wished to be left alone with her. I did not take long for them all to finish and run back out into the sunshine, leaving Mrs Weasley to wonder what had gotten into them all.

Once outside Fred and George called every one over and announced that they were going to play Quidditch with a new set they had bought with their joke shop earnings. Almost everyone was enthusiastic and after much pleading from Ron even Hermione agreed to play despite her protests that the ground was clearly much safer. Bill and Charlie, who had finished their shopping, also joined the group and they divided up the teams four a side with Harry and Ginny playing seeker for their respective teams.

They all kicked off, the warm air blowing in their faces as they rose, all traces of the cool morning having left. As soon as Fred called the beginning of the match Harry began to circle the game, searching for the snitch. Ginny had a similar tactic and they appeared to think alike and were able to predict the others' moves. This uncanny similarity caused the game to drag on for hours, the other being there to stop them each time one of them got close to the snitch. The game only ended when the sky was tinged with a deep purple and the wind that blew in their faces as they soared around became so cold they could not feel their fingers plastered to the smooth wood of their brooms.

Harry finally cornered Ginny after the game. He hung to the back of the group heading inside hoping to catch her alone and tell her about his decision. Luckily just as Fred and George were stepping through the door, they turned and asked Ginny if she could put away all the brooms. Harry smiled, now was his chance. He walked up behind her, admiring how gracefully she moved even as she lifted all of the Weasley's old brooms and his Firebolt onto her shoulder and walked across the grass to the broom shed.

"Need a hand?" He asked as he caught up to her. "What." She replied, turning to face him angrily. "Am I not capable of doing this myself either?" "Ginny, please." Ginny simply stared at him and there was a silence that stretched on as the sun began to sink below the hills in the distance. After what seemed like eternity Harry spoke again, his voice rough. "I'm sorry, Ginny. I'm sorry for everything." Ginny continued to watch him, the brooms lying forgotten beside the wooden shed. "I should have listened to what you wanted, not just what I wanted for you. I can't keep going like this, avoiding you when this may be the last time I ever see you again. I love you so much Ginny."

Harry looked up from the ground to see Ginny burst into tears. "Does this mean you're going to stop being such a prat and let me in on what you, Ron and Hermione are doing?" She asked. "Yeah." Was all that Harry could get out before Ginny's warm lips were pressed against his with all the joy she felt at being back in Harry's arms. It only took Harry a moment to respond just as fervently, pouring his sincerity into the kiss. It was a long while before they parted and Harry felt Ginny lean her head against his chest. Reaching out his hand he slowly began to stroke her hair.

The last of the warm sunset had sunk beyond the hills as Ginny finally looked up at Harry. "I love you too." She whispered, and they headed inside arm in arm.

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