The Wedding of the Boy Hero

Disclaimer: Own zilch. Nada. Never will. The whole dessert thing I don't have any credibility on as well. My knowledge of desserts is cake, cookies, pie, bread, pudding, and ice cream. Generic things like that, nothing special. Feel free to correct my wrongfully used desserts vocabularies.

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Decisions, Decisions, Decisions

This of wedding of Harry was quite difficult for Ginny to plan. The decisions made were always changes many times. Even the ones that were put into action; Ginny had to make many apologies. Quite frankly, our wedding planner was beyond stressed out. Harry has been begging for her to take care of things since he somehow landed himself in a desk job.

It was New Year's Eve when Harry found time away from his desk job so they could continue plan the wedding. Usually Ginny had a year to make sure everything, but now she had six months at most, leaving the rest of the time for fixing problems.

Harry had owled her the day before. They were to meet in at some restaurant whose location Ginny has no clue of – all she knew was touch the portkey at exactly 4 o'clock sharp. It was five minutes until four. Ginny gathered the portfolio, and a stack of paper to note any changes that might occur (again.)

I hate porkeys, Ginny thought not liking the aspect of taking touch the letter Harry had sent ('twas the portkey). At least it isn't a dirty sock or used Band-Aid. It is nearly four, okay Ginny, take a deep breath, and brace your stomach for weightlessness.

When the second hand stuck and the clock had said 4 o'clock, Ginny felt a lurch and immediately following it, weightlessness. Let's hope I don't fall on anyone. For a few more second, Ginny felt like she was suspended in air, until she finally felt her weight again. I am going to land on my feet, I am going to land on my feet . . . Ginny had muttered that as she waited for the contact of the ground, however, there were no contact . . . not yet anyway.

"Oomph!" Ah, now I am on the ground, sort of, wait, there is something under me. "Uh, Gin, are you okay?" Hey, that voice sounds like Harry's. Realization finally dawned on Ginny. She looked at the source of the voice and the face definitely belonged to Harry.

"Yeah . . . I am fine," Ginny said slowing wondering how to get herself out of this mess. "You can put me down now." A blush crept on both faces. From a person walking on the other side of the street, Ginny and Harry looked like two lovebirds. But if you look carefully, you might have difficulty telling which is more embarrassed.

Harry gently put Ginny down on the ground and led her to . . . a restaurant? Was this a date? Yeah right Ginny. That's hopeful thinking. As if Harry would ask you on a date when he asked you to plan his wedding . . . well, maybe the wedding isn't his . . .

As the many voices in Ginny's head argued amongst each other, Harry had already led the youngest Weasley (well, not really but in Harry's generation) into the eatery. It is too nice to be called an eatery, Ginny snapped at her descriptive mind. That had ended the internal battle of date or not date, but the snapping had also given Ginny a funny expression on her face.

"Gin? Do you not like here?" Harry asked worriedly. Ginny blushed and vigorously shook her head meaning no. Her client/crush just laughed at her discomfort, or at least what Ginny thought the reason was.

"No, I was afraid I left something at home," Ginny lied smoothly.

Before the two could talk – or actually, before Ginny could even get her folders out, the waiter asked for their orders. That had gotten Ginny annoyed since it would mean this meeting would take longer than usual. Longer being Ginny has to put up with her internal battles for at least an extra two hours . . . make that three since it just happens to be dinner time. Hey, it might even be five hours since the restaurant seemed to serve multiple-course meals.

"So," Ginny began, "Do your bride know what color dress she wants for herself and the bridesmaids, and the color coordination of everything else?" your bride made the well meaning seem snobbish, not to mention somewhat mocking. It was driving Ginny bananas not knowing the name of the bride.

"Actually yes. I called. And the dress will be the traditional white color, but with a slight touch of cream. The design will be is number A264 on this catalogue. Here," Harry brought out a thick volume of different styles of dresses with colored tabs sticking out from the side.

"Well, the blue ones are the bridesmaid dresses. The yellow tabs are dress choices for the flower girl. As for the clothing for the groom and his company, they are in this big thing." Harry dragged out another large volume of clothing.

"My, you have done a lot," Ginny said in awe. Shouldn't she be the wedding planner? If she was, then did Harry do all this?

"Maybe," Harry answered without hesitation, or looking up. "But you are the wedding planner. You must be doing more." Ginny blushed crimson. She wasn't embarrassed because it was a compliment. She turned red because she actually didn't do much besides making phones calls for ordering, canceling and apologizing.

Before the planning could continue, the food had arrived. It had been uncomfortable eating since conversation was none existent. "Pass the salt" and "Hand me an extra napkin" were the type of phrase murmured between the two. You would think Harry would say something since this was his wedding Ginny was planning, but nothing was said. It was when dessert came did the conversation become livelier and involved the upcoming wedding.

"We must have these pastry cakes in the dessert section," Harry declared as he savored the tangy yet creamy taste of the tartlet. Ginny looked up in surprise. She was too engrossed in smacking her pudding with her spoon.

"Huh?"

"These cakes are very good. Now if we had the vanilla flavor and a speckle of coconut, it would be perfect," Harry continued. He then offered one to Ginny, which was . . . odd. That was the only word to describe the action. The dessert was ordered for two, so of course Ginny had a share. Offering one to Ginny would be odd since well, it was not practical. That's right. The tension between the two friends, acquaintances . . . was thick enough to break a batter (think mixing ingredients and it lacked water and butter).

"Okay, I'll note that and when I tell the order the food from the catering company, I'll add the to the conventional list." The redheaded wedding planner opened her folder and jotted the name of the dessert down. She was about to ask more information on the food since they were on the subject, but Harry was in a world of his own. At least that is what it seemed like. He was staring at some corner of the restaurant.

"Did I ever tell you about the bridesmaids?" Harry asked with his eyes still focused on the corner. It was disconcerting to see Harry Potter acting in such a strange way, but commitment tends to change people, right? Ginny turned to look in whatever direction Harry was looking. There was a male waiter gathering the dirty dishes.

HUH?!

"What about the bridesmaids Harry?" Ginny asked trying to be normal. Normal meaning she was perfectly fine having dinner with a man whose wedding she is planning and they happened to be eating by themselves in a secluded corner, you know, the ones that usually become the ideal romantic setting.

"You are the maid of honor, Hermione is one of the bridesmaids. Lavender and Parvati are also bridesmaids, but I'll have to ask them first . . ." Harry trailed off, as well as Ginny's mind.

I am the maid of honor?! Now which female is close to her and Harry? Aurora and Hermione and Lavender and Parvati are the only possibilities that I can think of right now. But it can't be any of them! Hermione is married to Ron. They are definitely far from divorce since Herm is pregnant again. It can't be Aurora, because it can't? She would never do something like that. And the major reason is that all of them are bridesmaids. Hey wait, Aurora isn't one . . . Oh I think I need to write a letter! But it doesn't seem like something Aurora would do. After all, I usually know who Aurora has her attention on. It was Malfoy for a bit, until her called him a brat and a male suffering from PMS. Harry was called exotic, not something a girl like Aurora would look for. She seems to have more chances of falling in love with a dragon than with Harry.

As Ginny's mind combated with itself on whether or not Harry's bride is Aurora, Harry's was busy waving his hand in front of Ginny's face to gain her attention.

"Earth of Ginny!" Harry called out. "Hello? Are you alright? I mean, if you really don't want to be the maid of honor, I am sure I can find some one else."

"No!" Ginny nearly shrieked. She was tired of her mind speculating who the bride is and just as she finally stopped thinking about it, Harry would bring the subject back up again. The color coordination of the tablecloths and the napkins seemed like a better topic right now. "No, it is fine. I was just somewhat shocked. I mean, well, uh . . ." Ginny didn't want to bring up not knowing the bride again since she seemed to have offended Harry the last time she did it.

"Okay. Well, since you are the maid of honor, would you like to choose your dress right now?" Ginny nodded mutely. At least choosing her own dress would be a piece of cake compared to finding out who is the lucky lady.

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When the dinner was over, it was around 9:45 PM. Harry had decided to spend the rest of the time enjoying the eve of New Years. Street performers provided unlimited entertainment and lovesick couples were dancing under the moonlight. Ginny had wanted to dance, but there weren't anyone near that she could dance with.

"Come Mister and Missus. Join the party. Tis no romantic night if there isn't dancing!" one of the performers said ushering Ginny and Harry to the makeshift dance floor.

Gah! Another moment of discomfort. Here I am, in the arms of Harry Potter. Not the Harry that was single, nope. He has a fiancée and they are getting married in a few months!

Ginny quickly pulled away half regretting her action and half content that she didn't fall any harder for Harry. For a millisecond, sadness flashed across his green as toad eyes. As fate would have it that night, the fireworks decided to go off at that moment.

This is a badly choreographed soap opera. Normally, fireworks have couples kissing under them, not the girl pulling away, albeit begrudgingly and was that sadness I see in Harry's eyes? Oh boy, I really need a vacation. Even my hallucinations are being extremely hopeful. This is definitely beyond wishful thinking.

"Harry," Ginny started bravely, although she felt like the ultimate chicken underneath, "I need to make all these corrections, so I need to wake up early, and so I need to go home." Ginny felt dumb, to simply put it. She was making excuses to leave and the excuses seemed to go on and on and on and . . .

"Call me if there are any questions and changes!" Ginny finally said goodbye with a semi-semi-professional tone. She walked a few steps before stopping to look back. Harry hadn't said anything and to her utmost surprise, he was still in the same position looking at her directions. When Harry did notice Ginny had stopped moving (that had taken 5 long seconds), he had blushed and bowed his head before going off to his supposed direction. "Eh wait! How do I get back?"

"Apparate?" Harry answered with uncertainty. It was a common thing for wizards to apparate to their destination.

"Oh right . . ." Ginny mumbled embarrassed before continuing off again. She had decided to continue walking for about 500 yards before getting her wand out to apparate.

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The night had given Ginny no rest. The tension and stress of this wedding probably will drive the poor girl insane. It had taken her 500 yards to remember how to apparate and she woke up in the middle of the night with one tugging thought.

"Tomrrow is New Years Day. None of the people I need to call will be open!"

A few hours later, Ginny was awoken by another disturbing thought.

"Hey, Harry was sure Hermione was going to be one of the bridesmaids. This means he must have asked her! Now the next question is when . . . and maybe I can ask Hermione about who the bride is. And after Harry asks Parvati and Lavender, I can ask them too. Besides, Parvati and Lavender probably would want to help."

Okay Ginny, back to sleep now. You need the rest. You have been talking to yourself for most of the night. This is not a sign of good mental health . . .

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Omni Babbles: Yech, I think this chapter was full of absolute nothing besides some Harry/Ginny fluff. That is if what I wrote is fluff. Ah-well. I had felt bad for not posting this week since I had started this on New Years Day and it was time for me to let it go. Though it might come to haunt me in my dreams about such a horrid chapter.

Please tell me your honest opinion about this chapter. I think my writing skills have dropped dramatically since I can remember.

Oky, thankies time!

Dragon Guardian of the Sea: How 'bout we drop the guessing. ^^ it will only give you headaches and I don't want you to beat up your brain for this. As you can tell, Ginny's head is already twisted as it is. We don't want you that confused do we now? And I think there is going to be a wedding. Poor Ginny has suffered through enough hasn't she? Hmm, maybe not . . . I think there might be more Ginny mental torture in the near future. It might not be as twisted as this is though . . .

Kit Cloudkicker: I know. My Spanish teacher is strange. That is why the story is so odd – blame it on the abnormal topic we were given to write about and my brain had decided to make it even crazier.

Aeris Deathscyth: I hope this chapter meets your expectations! And hopefully this one gets an "ooh more!" as well. But I hope I won't torture Ginny that much again. For a moment there, I was afraid I had turned her into a mentally unhealthy person.

Nimacu: Thank you! Sorry about the length of this chapter. It was kind of short and somewhat pointless. The only thing accomplished was more situation development, though I think the character, especially Harry, was a bit out of character.

Kanzer: You will find out eventually. But I don't think anyone can guess the outcome. Unless they really do think like me and that is plain scary. ^^ Hopefully this chapter will give you more info.

Pudadingding: I SUPPOSE they will get together. Now that so many people have asked me to do so, I might push them one step closer to that. ^^ That is about as direct of an answer you will get out of me. Just think about the plot and maybe this chapter will help answer some of your questions. If not, continue bugging me, I think I might slip very soon.

Sara Lee: Hmm, I see that sentence structure was awful. Sorry. I meant to say "it (have a girl plan a wedding only to propose to her the day of) was something Malfoy would since he's such an arrogant prat." Hope that clears things up!

Arkaynn: Uh-oh. What if are really awful things aren't they? I won't release any info on the bride. It would end the surprise ending. ^^ And I hope this chapter is also "great stuff" as well. It seemed like the most underdeveloped one yet.

Santa Claus: No worry! I think I'll stick with the same title. It has grown on me, like everything else I learn to live with for at least a week.

Female Fred: Malfoy has a lot to do with this. I'll tell you that and no more. Besides, why would I introduce him if he were just an innocent (yeah right) bystander? I am not that mean to introduce meaningless characters. Teehee! I like your name – I had been called Fred by my teacher since he couldn't pronounce or remember my name! Soorry, off track, but thanks for the review!

Crazyme89: Oky! I will do that with the encouragement in thought! Succinct, but helpful.

evil_potter_twin: Cliff hanger? I wasn't attempting to do one. That was just where the scene ended. Ah well, I'll look up the technicalities of cliff hangers later. Tis too late right now (12:35 am). But I am glad you liked it!

Marajade3081: Yay! You found me again! Happy-happy-joy-joy! ^^ Oh boy, I am getting hyper from these reviews and that isn't the greatest news at this time . . . I think Ginny might need to be sent to the funny farm when I am done with this story since she might be mentally scarred for life. I hope no real life wedding planner goes through this.

Sparkle Tangerine: Happy Belated Birthday! Hopefully this chapter meets your expectations as well. Though I am afraid this one isn't quite "up to par". I hit a temporary road block on transitions (hate it when that happens).

Kit Cloudkicker: Goody, you aren't confuzzled anymore! Glad you like it too! And this chapter isn't really a "now what" but it gets the story going. My lousy attempt at a little Harry and Ginny scene.

Thanks again for all the encouragement!

~Omni

A Little Note: School has started and it is much tougher than what it was last semester. I will try to write as soon as possible, but I haven't had much time to do that. I have 2 competitions coming up in March and the preparation work is a igloo! I have the rest of this month to research the foreign policy of Great Britain and write a paper on it . . . Grr. So basically school had occupied my mind. Not to mention I have a debate on either Tuesday or the Tuesday after the next – and I don't know what position I am!!

Thank you for putting up with my blabber. I hope you have enjoyed reading the story if not everything else that come with it.