...and the door flew open and Hermione walked in. Ginny hastily sat down and hid her head behind her book.

"Oh, hi Harry, I've been looking everywhere for you. Do you mind if I could talk to you, er, alone?" She asked, casting a nervous look toward Ginny.

"Sure" He mumbled.

He followed her into the living room and sat on the couch.

"So, Harry. I know last year you said that you weren't going to go back to Hogwarts next year." She looked up at him and continued. "Well, me and Ron were just wondering, do you still feel that way? Oh, and it's not because we want to make you change your mind because we want to go. We were just wondering..." Her voice trailed of and she bit her lip, as if wishing as if she hadn't spoken at all.

Harry was silent for a few moments. Hogwarts. He had completely forgotten about it. Between Ginny and this foul wedding, it seemed like the last thing on his mind.

"So it's opened this year, right?" He asked.

"Yes. I asked Mr. Weasly about it yesterday, you know, just out of curiosity. It just got me thinking." She said steadily.

"I'm not going Hermione, and you ought to tell Ron that to. If you want to go, I honestly won't mind, I didn't ask you to come with me, and as far as I'm concerned, I'm not forcing you!" He said, hardly aware of how rude he sounded.

"Well, I was just asking you. You don't have to get all fussed up about nothing!"

With that, she stormed out of the room.

He opened his mouth to shout after her, thought better of it, and slumped more into the couch.

The main door to the house swung open and Bill Weasley entered the room, his wand pointed behind him. Many men's dress robes (which matched perfectly) on hangers followed him.

"Hi Harry, just got back from Diagon Alley from Madam Malikan's Shop. Here's your outfit" He waved his wand and the second to last dress robe flew into Harry's arms.

"Thanks, Bill. I'm going to go up now." Harry smiled feebly and walked out of the room quickly.

He walked into the room he shared with Ron, and laid on his bed. What the hell was wrong with him? He knew he couldn't be with Ginny, yet he just couldn't stop thinking about her. Now, as if someone had decided to curse him, he had to walk down the aisle with Ginny. What if people assumed they were together? He would just have to tell everyone that asked that they were not together, which was the absolute truth.

Ron and Hermione cautiously entered the room.

"Listen Harry, about before, I'm really sorry." Hermione said, "Really, I didn't mean—"

"It's fine, Hermione, it just wasn't a good time." Harry interjected.

"Yeah, mate, I understand" Ron said. "So, er, tomorrow's the wedding, reckon it'll be interesting?"

"Well, it has to be with all the veela running around." Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

Harry laughed and Ron laughed, just as Fluer walked in.

"Wat eez so funee?" she asked

"Nothing." They all said together.

"Oh, vell. Good night, I'm going to sleep early, in want to look beaootiful." She smiled.

"As if she doesn't think she's the goddess of all beauty already. Oh honestly Ron, snap out of it" she snapped at Ron, who looked as if he was in a trance.

"I'm going to sleep early, in want to look beaootiful" Hermione imitated her. "she's so conceited. For heaven's sake, its only 7:30!"

They talked until dinner, which was very awkward (at least for Harry) and then all went to bed, ready for a crazy day.

He he...you didn't think you were getting it all in one chapter, did you?

Update soon,

Lauren