Voila. Chapter 2. Enjoy!

~Chapter 2~

"Mum! Harry is here for dinner! Andromeda and Teddy-Bear are coming too!" She is probably up in my room, snooping. I think she is concerned that her 20 yr old daughter has no… how would she put it? 'Love interest'.

"Harry? Ron, Big Bill, Charlie and George are out back practicing Quidditch." I wish I could go.

"Oh! Cool, see ya Gin." Now, to put away my bag,

"Ginny!" Yep, here she is. I think I will get a flat; she can't come snooping at a flat.

"Hi, Mum. What 'cha doing?" Time for confessions or excuses,

"Uh, I'm looking for my knitting needles; thought you might have them." Ha! That's a likely story. I am completely horrible at knitting and she knows it.

"They are on the kitchen table"

"Oh." That was a tad anti-climatic. "Ginny, darling, I'd like to talk to you," Well, here goes.

"Yes?" I am still standing, so I can run away if needed.

"Sit down, darling."

Plan has failed.

"You are 20 years old, sweetheart, is it not time that you settled down? Had a family of your own?" I would love that, mother, but it's not quite that simple.

"Yeah…" I say. She looks like the cat that got the knarl.

"Is there anyone, er, thing you want to talk to me about?" No! And don't try to force it out!

"Harry, Mum! I thought that I was over him but now I'm confused because he, we, will have just sat down with everyone for a family dinner, and you know how he sits diagonally from me at the table? Well, I would catch him staring at me with a weird look on his face. And the other day, we kissed, but I don't know if he regrets it! I don't, but he might and Mum! I'm confused!" Oh dear. I did not mean to say quite that much to her. "Mum, we used to go out and the kiss was a bit like the one on his seventeenth birthday, except Ron didn't barge in, and I don't know if my feelings have resurfaced, or if his have or if they are completely new feelings altogether." Whoops. I don't think she knew about fifth year…

"You went out? Oh, sweetheart! Is he acting a bit like he did before you started going out with him last time?" Yes.

"Yeah, but I hope he doesn't resolve it like he did last time; he just ran up to me after the Quidditch game I Seeked in because Snape gave him a detention, and he kissed me. Dean was there and everything! Actually I think Dean broke his glass." I chuckle slightly at the memory, as I gaze around the familiar lime surroundings. I really love my room. I have a really good view; I think that Harry commented lamely on it once. I still have all of my old posters up, Weird Sisters included, although they have long since disbanded. You know, I think that I probably should have talked to Hermione instead of Mum about this. I wouldn't have had to explain that to Hermione.

"I think he likes you, darling. He might even love you. Anyway, I am about to wash the linen, does yours need washing?"

"Yes, but wait. Mum, would you be able to help plan Luna's wedding? She does not have a mother to share this with. Please?" She will say yes. She wants to mother anyone and everyone. Orphans, or those she sees as orphans, are always the best culprits.

"Yes of course, Ginny darling. Who is her Maid of Honour, Bridesmaid? Who are Rolf's Best man and Groomsman?" She can separate the words! Why can't I?

"Hermione is the Bridesmaid, Ron is the Groomsman, Harry is Best-man and, um, I'm the Maid-of-Honour."

"Ok so what colours did she mention?" the sheets are, evidently, forgotten.

"Luna shares her father's view that sun colours should be worn to a wedding. She said something about Leamond-fur colour yellow for mine and Hermione's dresses." I hope that it's not a very offensive colour.

"Ok. I will go do the dinner, what with Teddy and Andromeda; I have at least 25 mouths to feed!" Yes. The linen is unquestionably forgotten.

~4 months later- day after Luna's wedding~

Leamond-fur colour yellow + Weasley red = horrible! It is the ugliest colour under the sun. It looks fine with Hermione's brown hair (she spent hours de-bushing it with Sleekeazy's hair potion for the occasion) but with mine? Urguh. I would even go as far as to say that it looked pretty with Luna's dirty blond hair. I am going to have a red and gold coloured wedding. Harry likes those colours so he would not mind… hold it! I do not even go out with Harry, much less am I engaged to him! Not that Mum hasn't tried, of course. She has been trying to push us together ever since I told her too much the day Luna announced her wedding. Harry has moved into a flat five minutes walk from The Burrow, now that he officially has no roommates due to Ron and Hermione's gorgeous wedding and the fact that they are classic Newly Weds. They can't keep their hands off each other. Personally, I completely agree with him. I would not want to live with their moon eyes either.

Mum was positively giddy with Happiness when she found out that he was moving in just down the street. Really, it is more of a house than a flat. Four bedrooms, a window room (more commonly referred to as my art room), a hugeantic lounge - well, bigger than his old one anyway. There is a kitchen, a bit small but positively gorgeous if I do say so myself. It is sunshine yellow with blue and white curtains and decorations. He is always at the Burrow for dinner and I can't cook anyway so it doesn't matter. I did the décor for him and Mum and Charlie did the garden. My favourite room is the master bedroom. It is green and gold. I did not pay attention to Hogwarts house colours. There are gold leaf prints everywhere and I absolutely adore the duvet. Actually, now that I think about it, the house seems to have taken on my own personal tastes. I also made sure not to pick colours that would clash with Weasley red given that we will be spending so much time here.

Despite the horrid colour choices, Luna's wedding was really quite beautiful. It was also interesting. I spent the majority of my time dancing, much to my surprise. He has definitely improved since the Yule Ball third year. I am glad of that; he was terrible, although he couldn't compare to Neville stepping on my feet every three steps; he merely looked like a Muggle show dog Parvati was putting through its paces.

"Hey, Honey." Oh! It's Hermione! Somebody I can talk to.

"Hi. Why are you here? Don't you have work?" Hermione took a job in the Magical Law Enforcement department of the Ministry of Magic, or M.O.M. She is the Head of Department now, and should be at work.

"Um, I took a sick day because I wanted to spend the day with you. We never hang out any more." She said all this in a guilty sounding voice. As she says it, I realise how true it is. That's what being married does, I suppose. "So, Gin-Gin," Eurgh! I hate it that nickname! The only person I will allow to call me that is George. Harry's the only one allowed to call me Gin. Hermione usually calls me 'Honey'. It started in second year. It's a long story. "Hermione! I have told you million-and-one times: do not call me Gin-Gin!

"Fine, Honey. What's up?" the roof.

"The sky is. Well, the roof is first." She levelled me with a look rivalling Mum's.

"Honey, I mean: what is going on in your life at the moment?"

"I just had an epiphany." I did. Just as she gave me the (aptly named by Charlie) 'Uh-Oh' stare.

"Well? Are you going to tell me what it's about?" No, I thought I would just let you waste away, wondering forever. Of course I am! Honestly, for being the smartest witch of her age…

"Ok, I had it just as you were giving me your look -"

"My look?" I hate interruptions.

"Yes! Your look. Are you going to let me continue? Good. So, my epiphany was… I think, that maybe, I think that I love Harry, Hermione."

"Eeeek!" Arg! Has that girl ever screamed quietly? I must pose this question to Ron. He spends more time than I do around her. "Oh! Ginny!" Huh? She called me Ginny. "That is brilliant! You know," she continued more quietly, thank goodness. "I don't think that he ever got over you. I really do believe that for him, those few months when you were together really were the best of his life." No, he can't. Can he? I mean, huh? I have told her everything; she should not mess with my head like this!

"Ginny, honey, I think that you have subconsciously known this for a while. You decorated that house for you. For the family you know in your heart that you will have." I know. Change the subject!

"Hey, Hermione? Harry, George and Charlie were going to have a picnic. Well, not technically. It's more like a Quidditch scrimmage they are taking food to. Do you want to go?" It'll be fun. They are just practicing, but since joining the Holyhead Harpies, I haven't really flown for fun. I loved being on Harry's team back in fifth year, and not only because it lead to some brilliant snogging. He was really encouraging. For the Quidditch, not the snogging. Actually, he told me that if I did not call back Gwenog Jones, he would not talk to me for a month. Childish, yes, but effective. Oh, there's George.

"Gin-Gin, Hermione, we are going in 20 minutes, are you coming?"

"Are Ange and Lucy going to be there?" Lucy is Charlie's wife. She is the same age as him and is on the Harpies team with me. She joined the year before I did, and is one of my best friends.

"Yup! And Mum. She wants to make sure we are 'nice' to one another. Who does she think we are?"

"We'll be down in a minute." Jumper; check. Goggles; check. Gloves; check. Need some more of those. Broom, check. Shoes, always! They are even stylish! New season's round-toed buckle heels in purple, with my skinny-leg blue jeans and last years Weasley jumper (sky blue)…my brothers and most of my sisters-in-law think I'm weird but Ange agrees with me about shoes. So do my god-daughters/nieces, Paige and Peighton.

"Are you ready? Let's go."

"Do we have food?" Yes, Hermione.

"Yup, now go."

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