Harry

"Harry!" Hermione ran towards me.

"Hey, mate!" Ron said happily. They charged forward with their arms wide open.

"Need I remind you that he's mine?" They quickly spun around and saw Ginny standing behind them with her arms crossed.

"Ginny," I said quietly with a small smile, as I waved.

"That's all you've got to say?" She stepped closer to me, not blinking once. Ginny was quite powerful and intimidating, but those were her best qualities. "Come here, you big idiot!" she giggled. She jumped onto me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Do you two need a room?" Ron asked, trying not to laugh.

Ginny raised her eyebrows at Ron. "Really? You're one to talk!"

Ron and Hermione turned deep shades of red. "Should I want to know about this?" I whispered to Ginny.

"Better, I can show you!"

"Ginny!" Ron gasped. "Harry is practically my brother! And it would be bloody disgusting for me to watch my sister seduce my brother!" He shuddered.

"Well, Hermione will be my sister. And I had to listen to my brother and my sister moaning in my bed!" she retorted.

"Oi!" My jaw dropped as I saw the guilty expressions on their faces. "In her bed?"

Hermione bit down on her lip. "That's not important. Let's just celebrate the Harry is here!" she chirped in an over-enthusiastic voice.

"They took your advice and invited Draco!" Ginny said, poking me in the ribs.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, over-analyzing the tone of her voice.

"Nothing, but don't you think you were sort of..obsessed with him back at Hogwarts?" she teased. Hermione had her face buried in Ron's shoulder, and Ron was covering his mouth.

"What?" I shouted, looking around at everyone's humorous expressions. "I was not infatuated with Draco!"

"Harry, we were just teasing!" Ginny said, still exploding with laughter.

"Well, why didn't you say so?" I cleared my throat. "How's George?"

Hermione clutched onto Ron's hand and looked down. "He still hasn't gotten over it," Ron answered sadly.

"Should I talk to him?" I asked sympathetically.

Ron, Hermione, and Ginny shook their heads simultaneously. "I think he wants to be left alone," Ginny sighed. I nodded. We had an unintentional moment of silence for Fred's death and George's sorrow.


Hermione

The next day, Luna and Neville arrived. It seemed like the spark between them had grown, especially since Neville had a relatively large hickey at the base of his neck. Also, Luna's lips looked a bit swollen, so I could only assume one thing!

Mrs. Weasley…I mean..Molly insisted that Luna, Ginny, and I try on our dresses to make sure they still fit. She said she would give us some privacy, so we could have "young ladies time."

Luna twisted her body in front of the mirror in a short, strapless dress. "I like the color," she commented, holding the mint green fabric in her fingers. "But it's very simple."

"Neville will enjoy the view!" Ginny snickered, gesturing to Luna's ample cleavage.

"What view?" Luna asked innocently. She looked behind her, out the window at the gnomes rustling in the bushes of the Weasleys' garden. "Oh you mean the garden?"

Ginny lost control and started snorting and giggling. "No, Luna. I was talking about up top!"

Luna still looked confused and began gazing at the treetops. Ginny laughed again and stood up to show Luna. She pointed to her own breasts inside the tight dress, and Luna finally understood. "Ginny Weasley!" she gasped. "How vulgar!"

"Don't play coy, Luna!" I insisted. "We saw your love mark on Neville's neck!"

Luna turned to face the mirror again, but we could see her guilty grin. "Enough about my body!" Luna snapped. "Stand up so we can see your dress!"

I stood up and let the train fall to the ground. I looked in the mirror, admiring the low neckline and lace sleeves. "Do you like it?" Luna and Ginny were speechless. All they could do was nod in awe. I couldn't blame them. I hadn't felt this graceful since the Yule Ball at Hogwarts.

Ginny strapped the shoes on. "How do you walk in these?" she complained.

"It's like walking on clouds," Luna replied, skipping around effortlessly.

"There are heels much higher than that," I pointed out.

"My feet are in pain already!" Ginny quickly pulled them off her feet. "I'm only wearing them for you, Hermione! Don't expect me to do this at anyone else's wedding!" She shot a glance at Luna.

"Would you rather wear those intriguing Croc shoes?" Luna asked.

"This is the last time I'm being a maid of honor!" Ginny muttered.


Ron

Harry, Neville, and I had several Muggle devices that Hermione had brought over spread out on the table. One was a thick rectangle with a screen and some numbers. There were also two symbols on the side. One was green and the other was red "What's this supposed to be?" I asked, baffled by the device. "Some sort of arithmancy contraption?"

"I think it's a telephone," Harry answered. "My uncle had something like that, but it was larger."

Neville had a clear object stretched over his thumb. He pushed at the small tip at the end. "This glove is missing four fingers!"

"Oh, I don't think Hermione meant for me to show you that!" I said quickly, as I pulled it away from him.

"Why, what is it?"

My cheeks burned, as Harry and Neville stared at me, waiting for an explanation.

"Hermione, is this what I think it is?" I asked, staring at the curious object. The material was a bit stretchy and translucent. Somehow, I knew that it was meant to be put on the cock.

"It's a condom," she replied, with a shy smile. "Muggles use it for protection when they have…intercourse."

I laughed. "You're not serious! How's this silly thing supposed to help?"

Hermione smiled suggestively and moved closer to me. She slid down my pants and undergarment in one swift motion. She put on the stretchy object.

"I was right!" I marveled out loud. "But I still don't get how it's going to protect me."

"Well, you know how intercourse works right?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said, feeling embarrassed.

"Then that will save me from explaining a lot of awkward details!" she laughed. She pointed to the tip. "This is called the reservoir. It blocks the sperm from entering through my cervix when you ejaculate."

I nodded, but I didn't really know what to say. After a long silence, I looked back up at her. "Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think we could…use this one day?"

Hermione smiled. "I'd like that."

"Ron? Hello? Ron?" Harry waved his hand in front of my face.

"Yeah?" I woke up from my memory.

"What is it?" Neville asked impatiently.

"It's protection," I said evasively.

"Against what?" Harry demanded.

"Diseasesandbabies," I spluttered as quickly as I could.

Harry got the message, but Neville still didn't.

"What do you mean babies?"

"Neville!" I shouted. "What do you think happens when you put yourself in Luna?"

Neville clapped his hand to his mouth. "My grand-"

"We know she wouldn't approve!" Harry and I laughed.

Neville coughed awkwardly, not wanting to continue the conversation.

Harry spoke up first. "Is he going to be there?"

He didn't say who, but it was obvious. "Draco hasn't responded yet. Why?"

"I just think the wedding would be a perfect opportunity for all of us to reunite and have a new start, forget all the disagreements we had in the past." He shook his head. "I spent so much of my time at Hogwarts being paranoid about Draco."

Neville and I nodded in agreement. "As much as I hated him, I hope he comes, too," I admitted. It just wouldn't be the same without him.