A/N: Just so you know, I have deliberately spelt things wrong when Fleur is speaking, to emphasize her accent, just like J.K did in the books :)

It had taken Hermione, Ron, Harry and Ginny over an hour to clean Fred and George's old bedroom out and for it to be ready for Fleur and Bill to stay in. Once they had finished, Ginny remarked that it probably wasn't good enough for Fleur and sure enough, she was right.

'This room is 'ideous, Bill.' Fleur complained, the following morning, upon seeing the room. 'I cannot stay in 'ere. There must be a nicer room.'

Fleur then stormed upstairs, her long blonde hair swinging behind her, Bill following and stopped in front of Ginny's room and peered inside.

'Yes?' Ginny asked, in a rude tone. 'Can I help you?'

'Oh, this room is much nicer.' Fleur said.

'Yes, it was my room until I moved out.' Bill told her.

'Then why can't we 'ave it?'

'Because it's my room now!' Ginny said, arms folded.

'Well, why don't you go back into your old bedroom?' Bill suggested. 'You go back to Hogwarts next month and next summer, we'll be gone.'

'I've been in this room for six years, you can't just throw me out of it just because she likes it!' Ginny cried.

' 'Ow rude.' Fleur remarked. 'Look Ginny, please just for now, let us 'ave the room. Ze other room is too 'orrible and eet smells funny.'

'Oh, too bad.' Ginny hissed. 'You're not having my room. We spent hours preparing the other room for you, so you better stop being so -'

'Ginny, what is going on here?' asked Mrs Weasley, who had just entered the room.

'They are trying to chuck me out of my own bedroom, Mum!' Ginny cried.

'But we prepared Fred and George's old room for you two.' Mrs Weasley told Bill and Fleur.

'Yes, we know and we appreciate it, but I'd much rather be in my old bedroom.' said Bill.

'Yes and that room is 'idoeus and smelly.' Fleur added.

'Yes, so can't Ginny go back in her old room for now?' Bill asked. 'She's not going to be here as long as we will, since she goes back to Hogwarts in just under a month.'

'I suppose she can.' Mrs Weasley agreed. 'Ginny?'

'But Mum!' Ginny tried to protest.

'No, buts Ginny, now come on, start moving your stuff into your old bedroom and I'll lend you a hand.'

'This is not fair!' Ginny shouted. 'I'm not moving my stuff, why should I?'

And with that, Ginny stormed out of her bedroom, down the stairs and out of the house, slamming the back door behind her.

She kept going until she was as far away as she could get from the Burrow, which was the far end of one of the surrounding fields. She then sat down, fists clenched, still angry.

'Stupid Phlegm gets everything she wants.' Ginny muttered to herself. 'Even my own bedroom!'

'Well, that's a little unfair.'

Ginny looked over her shoulder to see Harry standing there, holding his Firebolt. Was he always going to follow her when she stormed out? Not that she'd ever question it, because she rather liked that Harry was always around her now.

'A little?' Ginny repeated. 'No, it's more than a little.'

'Yeah, you're right.' Harry said, putting down the broom and sitting down beside her. 'Why do you have to give your own bedroom to her and Bill?'

'Because Fred and George's room is too 'orrible and smelly.' Ginny said, imitating Fleur's voice. 'So, because of her whining, I'm being forced to move into my old bedroom, that I moved out of when I was about nine, when Bill moved out of the house.'

'Well, Fleur should just be made to stay in Fred and George's old room. I mean, we prepared it just for her and Bill so she should be grateful.' Harry said. 'She surely can't get away with making you move out of your own room!'

'I know but Mum and Bill agreed to it.' Ginny sighed.

'Seriously?'

'Seriously.' Ginny said, glumly. 'And to top it off, I have to move my own stuff out for them. But instead of doing that I stormed out.'

'Well, now I am starting to see that you were right about Fleur.' Harry said.

'Yeah and now I hate her even more.'

'I don't blame you.' Harry said, giving Ginny a small smile. 'Now, come on. Let's go back inside and I'll help you move your stuff into your old room.'

'Thanks.' Ginny said, with another sigh, as Harry stood up. He then held out his hand , Ginny took it and he helped her up before leading her over to his broomstick, where he let go of her hand and picked it up.

Harry then mounted the broom and told Ginny to get on behind him.

She obeyed, climbed onto the broom and wrapped her arms around his middle to ensure she wouldn't fall off the broom whilst in flight.

The two then set off on the Firebolt back towards the Burrow and were there in less than 30 seconds.

The two of them then got off the broomstick and Harry quickly put it away in the broom shed, before he came back over to Ginny and the two then headed inside.

Harry followed Ginny up one flight of stairs and she stopped in front of the first door they came to on the first floor. Harry watched as Ginny pushed open the door with a creek, before she peered inside.

'Ugh.' Ginny moaned, as she stepped inside, Harry following. 'I don't want to pull a Phlegm, but this room is too pink and girly. What an earth was I thinking?'

'Well you were only little.' Harry said, glancing around the room. It was very small, with bright pink walls, a small desk facing the window, a chest of drawers and a bed with a bare mattress on it.

Ginny sighed and sat down on the bed.

'I guess I'm going to have to get used to it.' she said. 'It's going to be at least a year before Bill and Phlegm go…well according to Bill anyway.'

Harry sat down beside her.

'Only a year…well that's only the rest of this summer, Christmas and some of next summer.' Harry said, positively. 'So you won't be in here long.'

'I suppose you're right.' Ginny agreed. 'But I still think it's not fair.'

'So do I.' Harry replied.

'I guess we'd better start moving my stuff then.' Ginny sighed, as she stood up.

'Yeah.' Harry agreed, also standing up. 'Lead the way.'

Ginny nodded before leading the way out of the room and up to what was now her old bedroom on the third bedroom.

Mrs Weasley was busy clearing Ginny's things out as well as making the new double bed that had replaced Ginny's old one.

'So, I see you're definitely letting Phlegm do this.' Ginny said, as she walked into the room.

'Ginny, I have asked you before to stop with the name calling. I expect you to do as I say.' Mrs Weasley said, firmly, as she smoothed out the bed sheets.

'Well, what do you expect when she's caused me to be moved out of my own bedroom!' Ginny cried. 'It's not fair, Mum!'

'Ginny, I know it's not fair, but if I didn't agree to Fleur's wishes, we wouldn't have heard the end of it, now, would we?' Mrs Weasley said, in a low voice.

'Ha! You find her annoying too!'

'Shh, Ginny!'

'But you do!'

'Ginny, quiet!' Mrs Weasley hissed, before saying 'I'm going to go and start lunch. Make sure you finish off moving your stuff out.'

Ginny simply nodded as Mrs Weasley left the room, before turning to Harry.

'This feels so weird having to clear my stuff out like this.' Ginny said, with a sigh. 'I didn't think this would be happening until I was moving out for good.'

'I bet.' Harry said.

'My old bedroom is so tiny compared to this one.' Ginny moaned as she walked over to her poster of The Weird Sisters and started taking it down.

'Nothing is as bad as having to sleep in a cupboard under the stairs.' Harry said, with a small chuckle.

'I suppose.' Ginny said, with a small smile as she placed the poster on the bed. 'How an earth did you put up with that?'

Harry shrugged as Ginny shook her head slightly, still smiling. She then began taking down her poster of Gwenog Jones.

'Oh god.' Harry heard Ginny say once the poster was off the wall.

'What?' Harry asked, before making his way over to Ginny.

Once he'd reached her, Ginny quietly pointed to the wall. Harry looked where she was pointing and saw his own name circled with a heart on there.

'I'd forgotten about that until now.' Ginny said. 'Oh dear merlin, everyone is going to see that now. They'll think I wrote it recently!'

'We could find something to cover it with.' Harry suggested, before asking 'So, when did you write it?'

'When I came home after my first year.' Ginny replied. 'When you saved my life, it just made my crush on you even stronger.'

'I see.' Harry said, smiling slightly.

'It's not funny!' Ginny said, mistaking the smile for him trying to hold back laughter.

'I didn't say it was.' Harry told her. 'If anything, it's cute.'

'Right.' Ginny said, raising her eyebrows at him, before walking away to place the Gwenog Jones poster with the Weird Sisters one. She couldn't help but wonder what he'd think if he knew she still had a crush on him. Would he still find it cute, as though she was just some little girl? She wanted to tell him and even though she had some reasons to believe there was a chance he might feel the same, she still felt she couldn't.


About an hour later, Harry and Ginny had managed to move all of Ginny's stuff into what was now her current bedroom. They had made a start on putting it away and into place, when they were called down for lunch.

The two of them, as well as everyone else in the house – minus Fleur much to Ginny's delight- were now sat around the table, waiting for it to be served.

Suddenly, Fleur came bursting in, holding a tray of plates in each hand. Ginny made a face which caused Harry, who was the only one to notice, to snigger to himself.

' 'Ere. I made eet myself.' Fleur said, proudly as she set the trays down on the table.

'How come you didn't make lunch, Mum?' Ron asked. 'You usually do.'

'Yeah, you told me you were about to start lunch earlier.' Ginny added.

'Well, Fleur…offered to make it for once.' Mrs Weasley said, sounding quite unhappy and irritated about it.

Ginny raised her eyebrows before staring at the food in front of her, as everyone else helped themselves to it.

'What is this?' she asked.

'Grilled brie sandwiches.' Fleur answered, as she took a seat next to Bill. 'I am sure you will like them. I 'ave always been a good cook.'

Ginny didn't respond and just picked up one of the sandwiches, before taking a bite. Though Ginny would never admit it, she thought it tasted pretty good, though nowhere near as good as her mother's cooking.


'Fleur and I have an announcement to make.' Bill said, once everyone had finished their sandwiches.

'Oh, what is it, dear?' Mrs Weasley asked.

'Well I am so 'appy to let you all know.' Fleur began. 'That Bill and I are engaged.'

Ginny nearly spat out her pumpkin juice, Ron dropped his fork and Mrs Weasley made an odd noise as Harry and Hermione exchanged awkward glances.

'That's fantastic.' Mrs Weasley said, with a small smile. 'Just wait until Arthur hears of this when he gets home later. He'll be so pleased.'

'Thank you.' Bill smiled. 'We hope to have the wedding here, next summer, if that's alright.'

'Oh, of course it is!' Mrs Weasley beamed, as she got up out of her chair, before hugging them both. Once she had done this, she said: 'I think it's time for cake!' before dashing off.

'Congratulations.' Hermione said to Bill and Fleur.

'Oh, thank you 'ermione.' Fleur said. 'You know, I would 'ave made you a bridesmaid but we 'ave decided on my leetle seester Gabrielle and Ginny, since she is Bill's seester, but you are very welcome to attend.'

'Tha-'

'What?' Ginny cried. 'Me? A bridesmaid?'

'Oh yes!' Fleur said. 'I 'ave already brought your dress. Eet is very nice. You must try it on after we 'ave the cake. Oo made this cake anyway?'

'Me and Ginny did.' Harry said.

'But you can't bake, Ginny!' Ron said. 'Last time you baked something, Dad nearly broke his teeth.'

'Oh, shut up, Ron!' Ginny hissed. 'For your information, the cake turned out pretty good.'

'It better have, because I don't want to end up biting into a rock hard cake.' Ron muttered.

Ginny was about to say something back, when Mrs Weasley returned with the cake.

She then set it down on the table, before cutting it up into equal slices and handing it out to everyone.

'I hope it tastes alright.' Ginny muttered to Harry.

'Me too.' he muttered back, before breaking some off and tasting it. 'Mmm, Gin, you have to try it.'

'Okay.' Ginny said, before breaking some off herself and putting it in her mouth. 'Wow, it's actually good. We did a good job.'

'Yep.' Harry smiled before he held up his hand and the two of them high fived.

'Mmm, Ginny, when did you get so good at baking?' Ron asked, his mouth full of cake.

'I don't know.' Ginny shrugged. 'I guess it was all thanks to Harry.'

Ron didn't look too pleased at this answer as he continued eating the cake.


' Are you all feeneeshed Ginny?' Fleur asked almost as soon as Ginny had taken her last mouthful of cake.

Ginny just nodded.

'Good, now come, I want you to try on your bridesmaid dress.' Fleur said, standing up and gesturing at Ginny to follow her.

Ginny looked at Mrs Weasley in hopes she'd say something to stop this happening, but she didn't.

'Go on, Ginny, don't keep Fleur waiting.' Mrs Weasley said.

Ginny sighed, before getting up and following Fleur upstairs. Fleur led her up to what was now her and Bill's bedroom and picked up a large paper bag before handing it to Ginny.

Ginny peered inside and saw that the dress was gold with matching heels.

'Oh merlin.' she thought. 'The dress looks bad enough, but high heels? I'm going to end up with a twisted ankle here. Besides why an earth would you buy it a whole year from the wedding?'

'I will just go out a moment and you put on the dress and shoes, then call me back in here.' Fleur said, before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

Ginny rolled her eyes and sighed, before sitting down on the bed. First she removed the high heels from the bag and placed them on the floor beside her feet. She then took out the dress and held it out in front of her. It was a simple v- necked halter dress, apart from a sash around the middle with a bow at the back.

'Hmm, pretty simple for Phlegm.' Ginny thought 'But then I suppose she wouldn't want to be upstaged. Alright, I'd better put it on, or she'll start whining.'

She then pulled off her t-shirt and jeans, before pulling on the dress. Ginny walked over to the mirror and stared at her reflection. The dress came to just above her knees and seemed to fit okay. But not being a dress person, Ginny was still unsure about it.

She then sat back down on the bed and slipped on the heels and slowly stood up.

'If I twist my ankle or injure myself in anyway, Phlegm is taking the blame.' Ginny thought.

'Ginny 'ave you put it on yet?' Fleur called from the other side of the door.

'Yes.' Ginny called back.

The door then opened and Fleur came back in.

'Aah! Wonderful!' she exclaimed, once she saw Ginny. 'A perfect fit and it 'asn't clashed with your 'air. Which is too long, ah, I just will put eet up for now see I can see the dress properly.'

Ginny watched as Fleur began rummaging through another bag. She pulled out a gold ribbon and walked back over to Ginny.

She then began pulling Ginny's hair up into a tight bun, much to Ginny's dislike. Fleur tied the ribbon around it and stepped back.

'Ahh, that is better.' Fleur smiled. 'Oh, I must take you and 'ermione out one day. Give you girls a makeover. I think you two would do good learning from me.'

Ginny frowned at Fleur, who just smiled back.

'Now, wait 'ere.' Fleur said. 'The others must see this.'

'No, don't!' Ginny cried, but Fleur was already out of the door. 'Great…'

Ginny walked over to the mirror again.

'I look stupid.' she muttered. 'Especially the hair.'

Ginny then heard the sound of Fleur's excited voice along with footsteps.

'Oh no…' she muttered as Fleur came back in, along with everyone else.

' 'Ere. Doesn't she suit the dress well?' Fleur said, still smiling.

'Yes, you look lovely, Ginny dear.' Mrs Weasley smiled.

'Blimey, my little sister is all grown up.' said Bill.

'Yes, wait until the actual wedding day.' Fleur said. 'When she has 'er 'air done properly and her make-up and everything.'

'I bet that will look nice.' Hermione said. 'I'm looking forward to the wedding.'

'Thank you, 'ermione.' Fleur said. 'Of course, you can get your 'air and make up done too. You could do with it. Especially the 'air. I am sorry to say, but eet is 'orrible. I cannot 'ave it like that at my wedding.'

Hermione looked slightly offended at this.

'Well.' she said, huffily. 'If you'll excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom.'

Hermione then left.

'Erm…I'm going to go and de gnome the garden now…was meant to do it a few days ago…' Ron muttered.

'Oh, for heaven's sake, Ron!' Mrs Weasley started, as Ron also left. 'Bill, Fleur, come downstairs and we can talk about the wedding arrangements.'

'Okay.' Fleur said. 'Ginny, once you 'ave changed back out of the dress, put it back into the bag. Neatly, please.'

And with that, Fleur left with Bill and Mrs Weasley leaving Ginny alone with Harry.

'Wow, Gin.' he finally said, after being silent for the past few minutes. 'You look-'

'Weird? Stupid? Babyish?' Ginny suggested, as she started attempting to untie the ribbon in her hair.

'Beautiful.' Harry finished with a smile.

'What?' Ginny asked, as her stomach jolted and her hands dropped from her hair. 'Really?'

'Yes, I wouldn't lie to you.' Harry smiled, as he joined her by the mirror.

'Thanks.' Ginny blushed, before reaching for the ribbon in her hair again. 'This blooming thing is so hard to get out. I don't understand why she had to tie it to bloody tight!'

'Let me try.' Harry said.

'Okay, you'll probably make it look easy as always.' Ginny said, as Harry reached up for the ribbon and began untying it. And sure enough, Ginny was right. He untied it quickly and Ginny's hair tumbled back down past her shoulders.

'There you go.' Harry said.

'I knew you'd be able to do it without any problems.' Ginny said, smiling slightly, as she turned away from the mirror to face him.

Harry just smiled at her.

'I've really seen for my own eyes how awful Phlegm is now. I mean after the bedroom thing, I started realising, but now I know how awful she is for sure.' Harry said, changing the subject. 'Okay if I use that nickname too?'

'Of course you can, it suits her better.' Ginny giggled, as she kicked off the heels. 'I'm glad you think she's awful too. I think everyone is starting to slowly realise – good. Maybe they'll stop the wedding. I'm tempted to, you know.'

'You wouldn't dare.' Harry grinned.

'Oh, I would.' Ginny grinned back. 'Just you wait!'

'Should be a very interesting wedding then.' Harry chuckled.

'Indeed.' Ginny smiled. 'Right, you need to get out so I can get back into my normal clothes and get this awful thing off.'

'Alright.' Harry said, still smiling. I'll get out.'

He then walked out and closed the door behind him. Ginny tried to pull the dress off but it got stuck over her head.

'Crap.' she muttered. She tried to pull it over her head, but it wouldn't budge. She tried to pull it back down, but it still wouldn't budge.

'You have got to be kidding me.' Ginny growled. 'This stupid piece of sh-'

'Everything okay in there?'

Ginny froze. It was Harry. Why was he still there? But then again he could help her get the dress off…

The thought of it made Ginny blush a lot and also if she let him in, he'd end up seeing her underwear. This just made her blush even more.

'Uh, yeah!' Ginny called, through the door, as she attempted to get the dress off again 'Fine…I just…damn it! Urgh!'

'Are you sure ?' Harry asked.

'Yes…no. This damn dress is stuck! But don't come in! I'm not decent…uhhhh….'

'Want me to get help?' Harry asked.

'No…that would be too embarrassing!' Ginny cried.

'Well, what do you want me to do then?'

'I don't know….I guess I'll just be stuck with a dress on my head forever.'

'Ginny, you can't have it stuck on you forever.' She heard Harry say, sounding like he was laughing slightly. 'Look, I'll go and get your mum or Hermione. I think they'd be the best to help you with this.'

'No…' Ginny said, as she pulled the duvet off the bed and began attempting to wrap it around herself. This resulted in her tripping over and landing on the floor in a heap. 'For merlin's sake!'

'What was that?' Harry called through the door. 'Are you alright?'

'Yeah, I just fell!' Ginny called back, as she stood up.

'Oh…' Harry said. 'Seriously, I'll go and get-'

Harry suddenly was cut off short and Ginny soon discovered why.

She heard Fleur's voice, before the sound of the door swinging open.

'No!' Ginny cried, feeling her cheeks going red and feeling exposed.

'Oh, silly girl!' Fleur laughed, as she rushed over and pulled the dress off from around Ginny's head.

Ginny then accidentally looked right at Harry, who was quite red himself.

She squealed as he turned away quickly, before picking of the duvet and covering herself with it.

'Right, I will leave you now to get dressed.' Fleur said, before leaving the room again.

Ginny quickly pulled her t-shirt and jeans back on, still feeling very embarrassed, before opening the door and running out of the room. On the stairs, she knocked into Harry.

'Gi-'

Ginny squealed slightly again, before shoving past him and continuing to run down the stairs, all the way down to her room, where she slammed the door shut behind her and ran over to her newly made bed. There, she threw herself on it, pulled the covers over herself and letting tears off embarrassment fall from her eyes.