Fix You
A/N: It's approaching the end, and is getting majorly fluffy in this chapter and a lot more still in the next. Thanks to all reviewers! And not trying to sound like a scab, but there is 44 alerts and not quite that many reviews on each chapter (or anywhere near a third of that), so guess what that means, I'm asking everyone to review! So review and you will be loved!
And I know that it's Ginevra.
Chapter Ten – All Or Nothing
Harry woke on his couch with a stiff neck and sore back the next morning, feeling barely rested. However, he rose with a grin, Ginny clutched in his arms naturally. He sighed contently and then felt Ginny stir slightly.
"Wuuh?" She mumbled audibly. "Oh. Oh."
"Morning," Harry whispered in her ear. "Did I wake you?"
"Yeah," She told him, stretching her arms out as far as she could, one hand blocked by the couch, the other by his knee. "It's okay though, I feel surprisingly awake."
"Good," grinned Harry, kissing her behind her ear. "It's pretty late in the morning anyway. Did you sleep well?" She giggled as his wet lips hit her freckled skin.
"Yes, and stop it," She told him.
"I think you're enjoying that though," He told her, sounding very self-satisfied and continuing to do what he was doing. "So I don't think that I will." The fire from last night had died down, and Harry heard what vaguely sounded like it restarting; the back of the couch hid the fire from view of where he and Ginny were lying haphazardly.
"No, Harry," Ginny laughed. "Stop it." He had made his way from behind her ear down her jaw bone and onto her neck.
"Stop me," he teased her gently.
"Harry?" A familiar, yet completely unexpected voice called out. Swearing, Harry shifted grudgingly up off the couch onto his knees, looking towards the fireplace.
"Hi, Hermione," Harry said grudgingly. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see what you were up to," Hermione told him, her head amongst green flames in the fireplace. She was straining her neck to look around the flat curiously. "Is someone here?"
"No," Harry lied automatically; Ginny was on the couch and hidden from Hermione's view. "Just me."
"I thought I heard you talking to someone," Hermione questioned. "And I was going to apparate here, but you put the wards up, and I couldn't floo through either so I'm stuck with this."
"Oh, yeah, err the apparation and floo wards," Harry said, realising thankfully that he hadn't taken them down since he realised that Ginny wasn't a flight risk. "I put all of them up the other day to see if they still worked. Guess they do."
"I still heard voices," Hermione told him, her eyebrows raised at him through the fire.
"Well," Harry said bracingly, walking around to stand in front of her at the fireplace. "I was just talking to myself in my sleep I guess. I do that."
"It didn't sound like you," Hermione said sneakily. "It sounded like a girl."
"Well, it was me okay?" Harry told her forcefully. "Why would I want a girl here anyway, I'd only want Ginny and she hates me."
"I don't believe that somehow," Hermione said with a smirk, noticing something near the leg of the kitchen table. "Hi Ginny, I know you're there." Harry gulped loudly.
"Hi, Hermione," Ginny said, sounding defeated and, as Harry had done before her, knelt up on the couch. She was once again wearing Harry's oversized jacket. "How did you know?"
"Well," Hermione deliberated, a grin on her face as she looked between her two best friends, both of whom were looking simultaneously shocked, embarrassed and pleased with themselves. "Those are your clothes on the floor." They both went bright red, looking at the pile of clothes that Hermione had indicated to.
"Actually," Harry began quickly. "There's a really funny story to that. You see,"
"Somehow I don't believe you Harry," Hermione told him cheekily. "No matter what you may say, I don't think I will." She smiled at him sneakily, making Harry feel very uncomfortable.
"Oh, shut up," Ginny told her best friend, turning a colour that only her family could. "Don't start on him or I'll start on you."
"Why are you here anyway?" Harry asked Hermione as Ginny joined them by the fire, kneeling next to where Harry was sitting cross-legged in front of Hermione.
"Well, I was talking to Ron last night and we decided that we were going to lock the two of you in a broom closet together," Hermione told them vaguely. "But obviously it's not necessary to resort to kidnapping; you two have clearly found a more mature way to deal with your problems." At this, Harry managed to look mildly ashamed.
"Well, actually," Ginny began, smiling. Hermione looked shocked.
"He kidnapped you?" She asked, looking between the two in bushy headed amazement. "That's so cute! Is that why all the wards were put up then?"
"Go away, Hermione," Harry told her shyly, pulling out his wand and sending a sprinkle of water onto the fire. She shook it out of her face at him as Ginny smirked at his behaviour.
"I'm just so happy for you two!" Hermione exclaimed loudly. "Ron will be too. Everyone will be! Let me know when you're telling your mum, Ginny, I want to see her reaction, because that will be one of the funniest things ever!" Both Harry and Ginny's faces paled at this thought.
"About that," Harry said slowly, putting a hand in his hair.
"Well, I don't know about Harry," Ginny said brazenly, "but I don't intend to tell Mum or anyone."
"Oh thank Merlin," Harry sighed in relief. Ginny glared at him suspiciously.
"You don't want to tell them?" She asked him. "Ashamed?"
"No, no, just that your family is scary!" He explained pulling her close to him, her shoulder pressed to his chest heatedly. "Do you have any idea of how much your mum will feed me when she finds out about this? And chances are your brothers will kill me, Gin. I'm all for just putting off telling them for as long as possible." They beamed at each other, gazing into each others eyes happily. Hermione cleared her throat loudly, reminding them both that she was also present.
"Well," Hermione told them slowly after they sprung apart from each other, looking guilty. "Fred and George are going to tell everyone that you were dating after our wedding. So people will start asking questions and talking about you two then, and, as your friend, I advise that you tell everyone the truth at that point."
"Why do they have to ask questions anyway?" Ginny moaned in complaint. "If you and Ron had have just left us alone in the first place and not told the twins then we wouldn't have to tell anyone." Harry nodded his agreement.
"If Ron and I had left you alone, you both would still be moping," Hermione told them exasperatedly. "And the twins' finding out was your fault for fighting in front of them. Despite my previous beliefs, they are not stupid."
"You could have fed them some lie," Harry grumbled. "We never wanted your or Ron's help."
"You didn't," Hermione agreed. "But the two of you just needed a kick to realise that you were going to be happier together than you ever would be apart."
"In that case and I'm not being rude here," Ginny asked Hermione patiently. "Can you leave us alone now, seeing as in however many days until your wedding-"
"Twenty-one,"
"Seeing that in twenty-one days that my family won't leave the two of us alone at all?" Ginny finished. "It's just we still have stuff we need to talk through." Harry shot her an inquisitive look.
"Sure sure," Hermione said happily.
"No, really," shot back Ginny.
"Oh, I was on my way to the Burrow anyway," Hermione told them quickly as Ginny raised her eyebrows at him. "Have to talk to Ron about the seating or something. Just Harry," Hermione fixed him with a steely stare. "Just remember that it's going to be more than just the Weasley's harassing you two about your relationship." Harry groaned audibly.
"What, the Prophet or something?" Ginny asked cautiously. "We could avoid that though, couldn't we?"
"Have fun trying," Hermione smiled sadly. "I'll see you two soon." She whooshed out of the fireplace.
"Would the stupid newspapers actually care?" Ginny asked in amazement.
"Yeah, they seem to like me," Harry told her, looking angry. "In case you didn't know, I've been the subject of a weekly column for about four years now."
"I tried to avoid all conversations on you for about that time, so I wouldn't really know." Ginny replied softly, looking up at him from her spot on the floor next to him, wide-eyed and unsure. "This is good, isn't it? It's the right thing to do?"
"What, us?" Harry asked, peering back down at her, his hair falling into his eyes. She nodded fiercely. "It is, Gin. Why? If it's because of what Hermione was saying about the paper-"
"No, no," said Ginny. "It's just... I don't know if I could deal if we break up. It'd be easier now, just to get it over and done with so it hurts less."
"Then we won't break up," Harry reassured her calmly.
"We're going to fight all the time," Ginny told him. "I know it. There's so many things that we need to discuss, so many things that are going to get in the way."
"Of course there are," he cut her off. "It'll be an adventure, and like I said last night, it'll be worth it in the end. We'll get through it all somehow." He kissed her tenderly and she grinned against his lips, putting her hands to his hair. He moaned into her mouth and they continued in that way for a moment until a cruel idea struck her, and she sprung up off the floor, knowing he was going to hate her.
"Do you have orange juice?" She asked him casually as if they hadn't been in a heated snog session just seconds before. "I'd fancy a glass."
"Ginny," Harry complained, red-faced.
"Yes?" She asked innocently. "Are you going to offer to cook me breakfast or something?"
"If you want," Harry grumbled. "But-"
"Thanks, Harry, you're the best," Ginny smirked, tugging him up off the floor and kissing him quickly. "Bacon and eggs would be great."
Harry scowled at her as she grinned at him and sat down at the table, watching him expectantly. "You little manipulative wench you," Harry said as he searched for a pan in the cupboard. When he turned back around, Ginny had quickly gotten dressed, wearing her singlet and jeans from the night before.
"What was that? Didn't sound like making me food to me."
"I'll get you later," Harry told her, extracting eggs and bacon from the fridge. "Just wait and see, later you're going down."
"I have to work later," Ginny told him as he cracked an egg.
"Oh," Harry said mildly. "That's right. Because you have a job." He said this as if it were an unusual occurrence.
"Most people have jobs," Ginny told him. "Mine means that I have to work on weekends sometimes."
"I mustn't be like most people then," Harry chortled, throwing the bacon in the pan too.
"Only just figuring that out?" Ginny chuckled.
"No," he smiled back.
"You should get a job though," Ginny told him. "You'll drive yourself crazy if you don't."
"It's like I said at Christmas time," Harry replied. "I can't see anything that I really want to do, so I just won't have one. Everyone would want me to work for them because I'm Harry Potter not because I'm good at what ever it is that I'm meant to be doing."
"Get a muggle job," Ginny told him. He shrugged his shoulders. "Or employ yourself somehow. You need a job or at least a hobby to keep you occupied. Or you will go insane."
"Oh yeah, like how I'm a self-destructive alcoholic?" Harry asked half jokingly. "That insane?"
"Kind of," Ginny said forcefully.
"You believe that rubbish in the paper then?" Harry asked her quickly, glancing at her before flipping the food then turning to face her, leaning casually against the counter.
"No," Ginny told him cautiously. "I just think you are going a little off from being by yourself and not doing anything for four months or whatever it has been since the war ended." He looked at her, mildly irritated.
"Well," He began, trying to hide the sourness in his voice but failing like Fred and George in potions. "I wouldn't be, as you put it a little off if you hadn't been driving me crazy."
"I suppose," Ginny said coolly as Harry turned back the stove top. "But you know where I was coming from." He looked at her over his shoulder, looking disgusted and ill. "What I meant from it, I mean."
"Yeah, I do," Harry said roughly, shaking the eggs and bacon onto two plates.
"It's just what we were talking about last night again," Ginny sighed as Harry passed her a plate. "And I can understand if you hate me for it..."
"I don't hate you," Harry said, summoning two glasses, the bottle of orange juice from the fridge and two knives and forks. He kissed her forehead before sitting down. "I just don't like it." Ginny held her knife and fork loosely in her hands, but she didn't start eating yet.
"You've got an out if you want it," Ginny told him as he poured them both drinks. "If you want to get rid of me, now's your chance." She looked up at his half shocked face.
"I would never want to get rid of you," Harry told her softly. "I told you that last night. Do you need to be constantly reassured?"
"Yes," Ginny said bluntly, picking up some food with her fork and putting it in her mouth. "This is really good!"
"Constant reassurance is what you'll get," Harry told her, sipping his juice.
"It would be better if it was greasier though," She told him.
"You like it greasy?" Harry asked her, shocked and she nodded her head vigorously. "I'll take you to McDonald's breakfast one morning." She raised a red eyebrow in confusion. He shook his head and began eating his own breakfast.
Front page, Daily Prophet, February 21st, 2002
LESS THEN A WEEK
Weasley/Granger Wedding countdown: 6
With just six meagre days to go until what is likely to be the event of the year, or at least the wedding of the year, the final flourishes are being added to the flowers and the security is being arranged for the upcoming wedding of Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, who, as everyone that hasn't been living under a rock for the past four years knows are notable for their friendship to wizarding saviour Harry Potter and their input in the war against He Who Must Not Be Named. The Daily Prophet, who have been keeping the public updated on all nuptial notes, have managed to get some sneak-peak photographs of both the highly decorated hall that the couples reception will be taking place in but also some exclusive pictures of the ceremony rehearsal that took place last night in St. Brian's Church in Muggle London.
The reception, which, like the rest of the wedding is taking place in a primarily muggle fashion to ease the magical side onto Muggle-born Granger's relatives is a sight to be seen. As seen by the pictures on page three, it is decorated in pale green, lavender and white, leaving open for debate the colours of the bridesmaid dress and Weasley and Best Man Potter's ties. These colours are both amongst the short list of colours that a source in Madam Malkins Robes For All Occasions reported were being considered by the party. We also have pictures of the dinner set being used, plain white, square plates with light purple and green trimmings, the flower arrangements which feature a wild mix of roses, daisies, lilies, tulips and sunflowers charmed to either white or the purple or green colours being used. The speculated guest list has been confirmed to less than one hundred people and is rumoured to feature Harry Potter (quite obviously), Bulgarian super seeker Viktor Krum, Hogwarts Headmistress Minerva McGonagall, the editor of the gossip rag The Quibbler sub-editor Luna Lovegood, Head of Auror Department Kingsley Shacklebolt and his deputy Nymphadora Tonks (who also, seems to be on the way to the altar with older beau and known werewolf Remus Lupin, also a guest). Speeches have been confirmed by an inside source as being made in the traditional way, one by father of the bride Mr Granger and Best Man Potter.
Last nights ceremony practise was taken in casual attire and was seen by less then fifteen people, yet photographs have been leaked to the media. Granger and Weasley are shown together in the adjacent picture together just prior to the beginning of the rehearsal, clearly in a passionate discussion over exactly where Weasley should be standing. Present other then the bride and groom were the Granger parents and their young muggle niece Caitlin who is the flower girl, the eldest Weasley brother Bill and his son Robert who is the ring bearer. Also, Head of Magical Law Enforcement Arthur Weasley and wife Molly, are pictured with Granger's best female friend, Maid of Honour Virginia "Ginny" Weasley, a young talented healer and youngest current generation Weasley child, and of course, Best Man, Harry Potter, who has maintained a strong friendship with the entire family of redheads since the age of twelve. This photo of the Weasley parents, daughter and Potter was taken shortly after the conclusion of the ceremony.
Potter, as usual has been the subject of great debate in the past few months. After the downfall of the dark, Potter has seemingly been unable to move forward with his life, unemployed and seen regularly at seedy parties, depressed and drinking his life away as this paper has reported several times. However, this seems to have stopped in the past three weeks for reasons unknown. We will keep you updated on the Potter issue through our weekly column, Hunting Harry
We will also keep you updated on the arising details of the approaching vows, and will run a full cap of this event on Sunday morning, just mere hours after the wedding ends on Saturday night.
Until then.
"You made the paper," Harry told Ginny late one morning as they sat around the table at Harry's, again eating breakfast together. She had taken to spending most of her nonworking time at his flat, preferring his company to her own. "They called you Virginia though."
"Oh, that drives me insane," Ginny said, rolling her eyes at the paper. "Oh, look it's us two with Mum and Dad." She gazed down at the miniatures waving up at them, noticing the photo Harry and Ginny pretending to ignore each other.
"I bet it does Ginevra," Harry teased, causing her to slap his arm.
"I hate being called that too," She mumbled. "Just as much as you hate me picking on you for being a bum." Harry's unemployment had been a prevalent issue between the two in the past three weeks, one of the things interrupting their otherwise cute coupleness which was sickeningly cute to even themselves. Hermione and Ron had both began to refuse to be with the two at the same time, even though they were both supportive of this born-again relationship. They had, as Ginny predicted, had fights, but both of them found they were able to sit down and just talk it through, and both of them had felt better for this. They hadn't fought over anything too major, but neither wanted to start a fight about something that didn't need to be fought about yet.
"Shut up," Harry told her lightly. "Are you busy today? Working or something?"
"Busy but not working," She told him, pulling the paper to read the article on Ron and Hermione. "I am getting Hermione trashed. Hen's night or whatever the muggles call it."
"Take pictures," Harry advised her. "I've never seen Hermione even a little drunk, after how long I've known her too."
"Way ahead of you," Ginny told him, summoning her bag from Harry's room and pulling out several disposable cameras and showing him. Harry laughed at her.
"Yeah, Ron's stag night thing is tomorrow," Harry told her. "Your brothers, the twins especially have some horrid plans for him."
"How horrid?" Ginny asked, eyebrows raised.
"Er, handcuffs, firewhisky, a vanishing spell on his clothes, whipped cream and King's Cross station," Harry told her, a smirk crossing his features. "So I don't think that pictures are a good idea in this case."
"True," Ginny laughed, getting up and kissing Harry's cheek
"If it's tonight, then we have the whole day," Harry told Ginny hopefully, looking up at her with a grin.
"I wish," Ginny sighed, putting her hand through his hair. "But Hermione and me are going to some muggle spa thing today and getting manicures and stuff."
"Oh, fun," Harry scoffed. "Enjoy that."
"I can try," Ginny laughed.
"So when are you going then?" Harry asked her as she took her dishes to the sink.
"Well, I told Hermione I'd be over here at 9," Ginny said, glancing at her watch. "It's about ten past now."
"Because you didn't sleep here at all," Harry snorted.
"Of course I didn't," Ginny added sarcastically. "She would have worked it out though, so she's likely to be here soon."
"I hate it when Hermione's smart," Harry mumbled, standing up and wrapping his arms around Ginny's small waist from behind.
"Let's hope that Ron has a negative influence on her," Ginny smiled, turning around in his arms. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly.
"Hasn't yet, so probably not," Harry grinned, meeting her mouth halfway.
"We can hope," Ginny told him, gripping onto the back of his shoulders. They stood there for a few minutes, thoroughly enjoying each others company before they were interrupted.
"Er, hi!" Hermione squeaked, looking away from the two as she apparated in with a muffled crack.
"Sometimes I really don't like you," Harry mumbled at her, chin resting on Ginny's head after she had pulled away, her head now looking past his shoulder at her friend.
"Better me than Ron," Hermione told him. "Speaking of whom..." She trailed as another crack filled the room at Ron's entry.
"Figured you'd be here," Ron said shortly looking at Ginny, who was now nestled under Harry's arm. She glared at her brother.
"Hi to you too, Ron," Ginny glowered at him. "By the way, thanks for coming to the practise of my wedding last night, it was good to see you there, Ginny."
"Speaking of which," Ron replied, smiling at the two, "We all made the paper. And you two are pictured together."
"We noticed," Harry told him. "And we're with your parents too. So it's not too bad."
"No-one's likely to know anything about the two of you," Hermione told them. "Even though a lot of people should have put it together by now."
"Parents and brothers included," Ginny smirked. "We're suddenly being nice now."
"They never really knew we were fighting," Harry pointed out. "Well, the twins did obviously, but they haven't seen us together in the past three weeks or whatever it has been."
"They'll figure it out at the wedding," Hermione pointed out.
"But they're not allowed to say anything until after though," Ginny pointed out smartly. "I'll be sure to remind them that."
"I don't know why you don't just tell everyone," Ron grumbled at the two.
"I do," Hermione said with a knowing grin. "You Weasley's are scary."
"Yep," said Harry, nodding.
"I don't see how we're scary," Ron argued.
"Look," Harry told him openly. "Just because you didn't feel the need to hit me for snogging your sister doesn't mean say for example, Bill, will feel the same."
"Of course he will be," Ginny mumbled inaudibly.
"What was that, Gin?" Harry asked her, looking at her curiously. Ron and Hermione also stared at her.
"Oh, nothing important," said Ginny airily. Harry continued to look at her.
"Well," Hermione said, looking at her watch, "Ginny and I have an appointment in around fifteen minutes, so we should be off soon."
"Oh, yeah." Ron snorted with laughter. "That Muggle spa thing. Have fun girls." He smirked at them.
"What are you doing today?" Harry asked Ron.
"Well, that's why I'm here," Ron told him. "Viktor Krum has decided that he would really like to be friends with me, so he gave me tickets for the both of us to Bulgaria's game against us tonight. Good seats too," He added as an after thought, extracting two crumpled tickets from his pocket, passing one to Harry. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"And you two are just going to take advantage of this?" Hermione asked them.
"They're really good seats," Ron told her. "We're not taking advantage of anything! He gave them to us as a present." Harry noticed Ginny was looking between the two boys jealously. Harry poked his tongue out at her discretely; he knew perfectly well she would rather be going to the Quidditch.
"Though, naturally both of us will be supporting England," Harry told Hermione.
She sighed, nodding exasperatedly. "Have fun boys, I will see you soon Harry, and tomorrow Ron," She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed her fiancées cheek. "You know where we are going Ginny?" The redheaded girl nodded, and Hermione disappeared with a crack.
"I am so insanely jealous," Ginny moaned loudly once she had seen that Hermione had appartated away. "Do one of you want to swap with me today and go take mud baths with Hermione then get her trashed. No, wait, don't answer that," She added quickly, seeing the expression on Ron's face.
"So who's going to this thing tonight?" Ron asked his sister, smiling at her pain.
"Me and Hermione, obviously," Ginny said, counting off on her fingers. "Luna, Hannah Abbott; they always got along really well at school, Parvati, Padma, not Lav Lav," Ginny said, glancing at Ron, whose face brightened slightly. "George has forced Katie to come and, eurgh," she shuddered, "Phlegm." Harry smirked at his girlfriend.
"Well, I'll have fun watching world class Quidditch," Harry told her.
"You could be playing," Ron told him, but was ignored.
"And you have fun being belittled by your favourite sister in law," Harry snorted as Ginny glared at him.
"My only sister in law," Ginny pointed out.
"So by default then," He laughed.
"Six days until I get a new one," Ginny reminded herself as if she had been counting down the days since before even Ron and Hermione had announced the date. "I've suffered this long, what's six days?"
"Six days," Ron repeated nervously. Harry looked at his best friend, seeing his face pale. He realised with a jolt that he hadn't really spent any time other than a snatched conversation with Ron since December and that he had no real idea of what he had been up to. Harry had been preoccupied with Ginny, and Ron with Hermione.
Was this what it was going to be like when his two best friends married? The thought of change had never really crossed his mind, though it had been ever present. Ron and Hermione as a couple had never really effected him, despite the fact that they had been together for nearing five years. For most of that time they were chasing down Voldemort's horcruxes, so they had all had plenty of other things to distract them from it, and for the past couple of months... Well, it was like Harry had just thought; he had been far too preoccupied with Ginny. And he had never really spared a thought of how Ron and Hermione's marriage would affect the friendship between the three of them and what had forever been a trio. Obviously Harry was thrilled for his friend's happiness together, but it did leave him the eternally the outcast. Someone had always been an outcast with the three in some way or another, it was Hermione when Quidditch was brought up, Ron when he was being slow on the uptake or understanding the way that Harry and Hermione both understood how each other was raised as a Muggle. And he, Harry had always been an outcast from the entire world, but with Ron and Hermione it had felt less extreme. Was the security that they provided him now going to disappear when they married? Maybe it was just growing up.
Seeing the thoughtful look on Harry's face, Ginny sidled up to him and kissed him. Ron closed his eyes, peeking a glance after a moment. He relaxed, seeing that his sister had stopped kissing his best friend, but Ginny had done what she intended and caught Harry's undivided attention.
"I should go," Ginny told him. "Otherwise Hermione will come back worrying about what took me so long."
"Have fun," Harry told her sincerely, pulling her into a hug and whispering into her ear. "After Hermione's thing tonight, come back here?"
"Okay," Ginny said, pulling herself away from him. "I'll see you later Ron," She said to her brother.
"Yeah, sometime before the wedding," Ron told her, looking at the couch suspiciously. She nodded and turned back to Harry.
"And I'll see you probably tomorrow," Ginny said to Harry, winking slightly. "Love you."
"Yeah, you too," Harry said as Ginny smiled and apparated away. "What time's the game, Ron?"
"Not for a bit," Ron said shortly, still looking at the couch.
"You can sit down you know," Harry laughed. "You live here too, most the time anyway."
"I don't want to sit anywhere where you may have been snogging my sister," Ron told him.
"Yeah, you don't want to sit on the couch then," Harry half laughed. Ron nodded and sat down on the rug on the floor.
"Er," Harry said awkwardly. "Don't sit there either then." Ron glared at him.
"Mate, I don't want to know where you've been snogging my sister," Ron told him sourly, opting to sit on the coffee table as Harry fell onto the couch. Harry didn't say anything. "So you two are all good then?"
"Not really," Harry told Ron as Ron summoned food from the cupboard over to him; he ended up with a half eaten bag of Every Flavour Beans, some salt, a few slices of bread and what appeared to be a pile of mouldy cornflakes. He opted for the beans and bread.
"Whaa?" Ron asked through a mouthful of food. He swallowed before going on. "You two seem good though. You are back together, so surely that's ten times better than you were at Christmas?"
"More than ten," Harry told him, smiling slightly. "It's just that there are so many problems, and there are only so many that you can work out at a time. But we're trying."
"As long as it works out good in the end," Ron told him. "Because if you hurt my sister again, you know what's going to happen."
"Yeah," Harry nodded at him, laughing slightly. "But things will be okay. It doesn't matter if we don't agree on some things, or that we'll fight heaps, or that sometimes things are so horrible that it doesn't seem worth the effort, because it is. As long as we can just both understand that, then we can work through everything together. It's fantastic."
"That's good," Ron told him, clapping him on the shoulder. "That you two can work it out together, I mean. Me and Hermione don't do that."
"You two bicker until you just can't be bothered anymore or you forget why you were fighting in the first place," Ron said. "Or one of you realises that you are wrong but don't want to admit it to the other."
"Yeah," Ron said, once again looking pale.
"Are you nervous, mate?" Harry asked tentatively, guessing correctly at why Ron was turning green. "I mean, you're getting married."
"I am a bit," Ron said gruffly. "I mean, this is the right thing, isn't it?" He looked expectantly at his friend. "Marrying Hermione, I mean."
"Of course," Harry shot at him automatically.
"But it's exactly what you just said," Ron mumbled. "I'm getting married. And we do fight so much. Maybe it just isn't right, and me and her should go back to being just friends."
"You never really were just friends," Harry told him. "You look back at Hogwarts now, and you two were never really just friends." Ron avoided his eyes for a moment. "You've been fighting since first year, but you're all good what, ten years later? People don't change, really."
"I s'pose," Ron mumbled. "It's just it's so much."
"It's like what I was saying to Ginny," Harry told him. "For us, it's either all or nothing. If it's not all, I don't think that either of us be anywhere near the other because there will always just be stuff there. It's the same with you and Hermione. All or nothing."
"All then," Ron said quickly.
"Good," Harry said, patting him on the back. "Now let's go watch this Quidditch match."
A/N: A bit of a weird finish to this chapter, there is going to be another one before the wedding, and then maybe one or two after, or I might just do a few little epilogues after the wedding. Not entirely sure. Review please! If you read this every update and are excited by the email that tells you that I've updated, let me know!
Oh, and next chapter is featuring some H/G angsty moments again, not just fighting between them though.