A/N This would be the moment that you have all been waiting for… Harry and Ginny's wedding day! This chapter has hormonal Hermione incidents, a to-be-expected snog, a discovery, some VERY funny French (I'm close-to-fluent, but I get something wrong, s'il-vous-plait, pardonnez-moi! And if you are fluent, feel free to tell me the correct term.), and another Close-To-M incident. Enjoy, and R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. But I wish I could own Prince William! HAIL, BRITANNIA!

Chapter 9: Wedding Bells Part Two But This Time Somewhere Else

So. I. Am. Getting… Bloody hell, I'm getting married!

This was the thought that ran through Harry's head on Saturday morning. He opened his eyes and rolled over to make sure he knew what was going on. He got a large quantity of fiery red hair in his face and mouth.

Good, Ginny's in the same bed as me. Check.

He pushed off the covers.

Whoa! Ok, I'm only wearing my boxers in here, and Ginny's only in her bra and knickers. Awkward, but check.

He tapped Ginny on the shoulder. She yawned, rolled over, smiled and said;

"Hey, future husband."

She knows we're getting married. Check.

Ginny kissed him tenderly on the lips. She sat up and shook her hair out of her face.

"We're getting married. Oh, god! It's our wedding day!"

Heh heh heh.

Ginny gave Harry's arm a squeeze. She kissed him again. Harry's heart skipped a beat.

"How about we go wake Ron up and annoy him, just for the pure hell of it!" Ginny said, eyes shining. She had a look on her face like a young child waking up and realizing that it was Christmas Day.

Harry laughed and nodded in approval. They slid out of bed and Harry put on a T-Shirt while Ginny tied up her powder blue bathrobe. They walked upstairs to Ron's room. Ginny softly knocked on the door.

"Come in… yawn," came Hermione's sleepy voice.

Harry pushed open the door and he and Ginny walked in to find Ron and Hermione both sleeping in the Chudley Cannons-draped bed. Ron had pushed off his covers and was snoring away, while Hermione was on her side with her arm around Ron. She opened her eyes and looked at Harry.

"G'morning!" she said with a smile. "Better wake up Ron."

She shook Ron and when all he did was roll over she sat up, put her mouth next to his ear and yelled;

'Wake up, Ronald!"

Ron bolted upright with a rather freaked out look.

"Wuzzappnin? Oi! What was that for? Oh, hi Harry, Ginny."

Harry and Ginny both laughed.

"C'mon, let's go get breakfast, you lot," said Ginny.

Ron and Hermione got out of bed (Ron falling out more than getting out) and the all walked to the kitchen to see Molly and Fleur bustling around the kitchen making breakfast.

"Good morning, you all!" came Mrs. Weasley's voice. 'Sit down, I'll have your breakfast out in a minute."

"Bonjour, 'Arry!" said Fleur, kissing Harry on both cheeks (causing Ginny to redden). "'Ow are you and Ginny today? You must be trés, trés, trés, excitée!" She gave them all a glowing smile.

"Fine, Fleur, erm, thanks!" said Harry, just barely able to hide his embarrassment.

They all sat down and Mrs. Weasley placed large plates of bacon, deviled eggs, sausage, onion bagels (A/N I know onion bagels seem gross, but I love 'em. So shoot me. Heh heh heh), hash browns, and a plate of butter, marmalade, cream cheese, jam, and salt and pepper.

Harry had barely started on his hash browns when he heard a loud shriek from behind him. He turned around and saw Fleur, her silvery-blonde hair aflame.

"ÉTEINDRE LE FEU, MOLLY!! S'IL VOUS PLAIT! MES CHEVEUX! MES CHEVEUX JOLIE! NON, NON! MES CHEVEUX SONT SUR LE FEU! MON DIEU, MON DIEU! Molly! Bill! Bill!" Fleur yelped.

Hermione drew her wand in the blink of an eye.

"AGUAMENTI!"

Fleur was engulfed in a cloud of steam for a few seconds. When it subsided, Fleur was standing there, clutching her head, sobbing.

"No, no! Don't look at me! I am so 'ideous! Why me? Why me?"

"Oh, Fleur dear! Come, come, I can even it out, but I probably can't make it grow back to full length! If I cast the spell now, it won't be back to completely normal for 3 days at the minimum. Don't fret, dear, you'll be just fine!" said Mrs. Weasley, trying to calm Fleur.

"Bah! I will never be beautiful again!" Fleur sobbed.

Mrs. Weasley rushed Fleur upstairs, and Hermione leapt out of her seat and ran off behind her, also attempting so calm her.

There was silence in the kitchen for about two minutes. Finally, Ron cut the tension.

"Bloody hell."

Ginny nearly fell out of her chair laughing. She had gone purple in the face and was clutching her ribs.

"Ron, you idiot! All you can say is 'Bloody hell.'? How much of an idiot brother are you! Oh, god, that's hilarious!" she choked.

"Oi! You wouldn't think it was so funny if you said it!"

This conversation went on for a few hours, and a bit later, Fleur came downstairs looking rather grumpy. Her hair was now in an EXTREMELY short and ugly cut, so short that the ends of it were an inch above her ears.

"Now, now, dear, by the end of the day, it will be in a pretty chin-length bob, don't fret!" said Mrs. Weasley in a rather exasperated voice.

Molly turned to Ginny and put her hands on her hips, grinned, and said;

"I think it's time we prettied you up, Mrs. Ginny Potter! And, will you help Fleur? Maybe it will take you mind off you hair."

Fleur nodded stiffly, but her expression softened a little. They started upstairs, and Harry and Ron went up to Ron's room. As soon as they had both showered and changed into their dress robes, they apparated to the Hog's Head, to meet with Neville, Hagrid, Seamus, Dean, Oliver, Bill, Fred, George, and Charlie (A/N Percy is not included because, even though he came back to the good side, he is still a git, a prat, and a downright ass. Ok, I've gotten that over with. Now, I continue!) for some Firewhiskey.

Meanwhile, in Ginny's room, Fleur was smiling again, pinning up, braiding and putting glitter in Ginny's fiery red hair. Ginny was going to be wearing exactly what Fleur recommended. The wedding was to take place at a nearby lake that had a beach that the Weasley children had grown up playing at, so there was no need for shoes.

A while later, Harry and Ron were sitting and waiting for the girls. Fred had gone off to chat up some veela girls, and Neville was sitting with Luna's head on his shoulder. Oliver was off under a tree with Katie, summoning their forgotten gifts and discussing Quidditch. George was sitting somewhere with his wife (remember chapter 7), Dorsey (friend's name. this is a random excuse for his wife so I don't need to go into specifics), and showing her some new products.

There was a loud crack and Hermione, Ginny, Fleur and her new hair, and Mrs. Weasley appeared. Everybody assembled in front of the altar. Harry and Ron went up to the altar. Music started to play. The little veela cousin (Gabrielle at the head, who even though she would be nineteen at this point, is eight in this story, so live with it)/ Weasley cousin flower girls skipped up along the beach, flinging lilies all over the place. Then, Hermione walked forward, attempting to surpress a giggle.

The crowd fell silent as Ginny strode down the sandy aisle. Harry's heart skipped several beats. She again had a blazing look on her face, just the same one she had when they had shared their first kiss together. Harry had never seen her look so beautiful. She glided up towards the altar and stopped in front of Harry. The short, tufty wizard cleared his throat, and began the vows.

"I love you, Harry."

"I love you too, Gin."

"I really can't believe that we're getting married."

"Me neither. But I'm really glad."

"Same here, Harry, same here."

"Harry James, do you wish to accept Ginevra Molly as you wife?"

"I do."

"Ginevra Molly, do you wish to do the same for him?"

"I do. I really do."

"Harry, you may now kiss the bride."

Harry pulled Ginny tight to him and the kissed lovingly and passionately. Fawkes flew over them, and gold and red sparks flew. They kissed for at least a minute before they broke apart.

Later that night, Harry and Ginny were sitting in Ginny's room talking about the future of their marriage. Soon, they had entwined themselves in a snog. They began to rip off each other's clothes until they were completely nude, and they hit the floor, shagging each other passionately.

BLACKOUT

Two Weeks Later: "Harry, I'm pregnant."

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