A/N: I feel kind of sad. Lots of hits to the story but almost no one is leaving me reviews. Please review, I'm practically begging now. I want to know if you have really read the story and if you have liked it or if you want me to change something. I promise I'll take it into consideration.

Disclaimer: It's all hers... you know... the blonde, smart, British woman whose muse I adore lol. JK Rowling.

Warning: If you are under the age of 17, please do not read ahead as I will have trouble with the Wizengamot. If you are a muggle, you need to be 18. Lol I'm kidding, but there is a reason for the M rating in this fic. So, don't complain.

Sorry about the delay, guys. Happy reading.

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"Er, Gin, are you... um" he scratched the back of his head in that nervous habit of his "even allowed to wear that... that outfit?" he asked. "Of course not, silly. We're not eating in the Great Hall tonight. I've got something planned just for the two of us." With that she took his hand and prided him away from the door he was still standing at.

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Chapter 10 - Kitchen Proposals

"I'm telling you Harry, it was NOT my fault. I just lost my patience," said a very frustrated Ron Weasley as he paced up and down in front of the fireplace. Having had an argument with the person who was going to let he and Hermione get married in the Hogwarts Express, he was now venting out to Harry since Hermione didn't want to listen to him. The Gryffindor know-it-all was certainly not happy with this turn of events.

"As you often tend to do" said Harry sighing in exasperation from his seat on the sofa across the fireplace. They had been at the Burrow for more than an hour. Ron had fire called him and asked him to meet him there as soon as Hermione had finished fighting with him.

Ron stopped abruptly and looked at Harry. "Look who's talking! How many times did you lose your temper with Umbridge... and with Malfoy too. Ha! The countless times you stood up to Snape, for Merlin's balls." He shuddered. "Now THAT was mental. Only you would do stand up against that git!" He gestured wildly with his hands while ranting, as if trying to make a point of what he believed to be Harry's recklesness.

Harry just rolled his eyes in return to those accusations. "That was completely different, Ron. Not even close to similar." Getting up from the sofa, he pointed at Ron "You, my friend, get worked up about everything and anything." The whistle of the tea kettle was heard from the kitchen and Harry went to attend to it. Ron followed him and sat at the table, taking the cup of tea that Harry passed him.

"Yes, I know" sighed Ron taking a sip from his tea. "But that bloke was really pissing me off. He was making fun of us for wanting to have a wedding on the train, and... what?" he asked as he saw the look on Harry's face.

Harry cringed "Well, I don't think I can really blame him Ron. I mean, you have to admit the idea is a bit..."

"A bit what? Crazy?" asked Ron stiffly, quickly getting into defensive.

Seeing that Ron was about to direct his anger on him, Harry reacted quickly. "No, no. It's just a bit... different. I've never heard of anything like it until now. And, well... you could have it somewhere else. You know, somewhere more practical."

"Yeah, let's see what Hermione thinks about that." Ron paused frowning for a moment. "If she still wants me, that is."

"Ron, don't be a git. Of course, she wants you. Don't you think she knew what she was getting into when she said yes to your proposal?" said Harry grinning michievously. "You are handful, you know" he laughed when Ron sent a biscuit his way. Getting more serious, he added "She does love you, Ron. You know that. An argument won't end it all. You've gone through much more than this for it to be over for some petty situation."

"I know mate. But you know how..." he lowered his voice to almost a whisper "insecure I am... especially when it comes to her." Shaking his head in wonderment "Sometimes, I still think this whole thing is a dream and that one day I'll wake up, and she would be with Krum or... even with you."

Now Harry was the one to throw a biscuit at Ron. "Ok, now you're purposefully being an idiot. We're like brother and sister, I've told you."

"Harry, I know that. But sometimes, I just can't help it, alright? I'm not good enough for her, never been" he said in a subdued tone.

"You know Harry?" came a voice from the kitchen doorway. "I agree with you wholeheartedly, he IS being an idiot on purpose." Though she tried to make her voice stern, it softened at listening to Ron's admission. Coming into the kitchen, she sat on the table facing his chair. Harry smiled softly. She took Ron's hand and spoke in that tender voice that Harry remembered every time she tried to console him.

"Ronald Weasley, how can you say you are not good enough for me?" her eyes misted over, and Harry took this as his cue to leave them alone. No matter how close they all were, this was a purely intimate moment between his best friends.

"You are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me, did you know that? I'll let you in a little secret of mine. All those times that you constantly nagged at me to stop stuying and hang out with the two of you..." Ron smiled softly at the memory. "I would always snap at you for two reasons: one, because you really were a pain in the ass and I wanted to study. And second... because I wanted you to keep on nagging at me." Ron looked at her disbelievingly.

"It's true" she said. "It would always warmed my heart that you wanted my company, and that made feel like I was really part of our little group. Before I went to Hogwarts, I never had friends. Not real ones, anyway. They always wanted me to help them with their homeworks or something."

Ron cleared his throat "Yes, but I was horrible to you at the beginning." He lowered his eyes to gaze at their joined hands.

She nodded "a bit, yes. But then, you saved me from the troll along with Harry. And afterwards, if I remember clearly" she reached out a hand to caress his face. He leaned towards her hand and closed his eyes. "You defended me every time someone offended me. From Malfoy in our second year, from Professor Snape: I don't know how many times." She got onto his lap straddling him on the chair. "That, Ron, means much more to me than the famous face of Viktor Krum on a Quidditch Magazine. Much more than Harry's heroic complex." At this, he snorted. She smiled too, for they knew first hand their other best friend's 'saving people thing' as she had entitled it.

"So, when are you going to get it into your head that I love you, Ronald? You and no one else? Because there cannot be anyone else for me but you Ronald Weasley. You are my hero, my heart, my constant bickering partner, the one and only love of my life." Both of them had tears running down their faces, and were now leaning their foreheads against each other. Ron let out a sob and embraced her fiercely to him.

He buried his face in her neck, and whispered hoarsely "Marry me? Marry me Hermione Granger."

She leaned back to be able to look into his eyes. "I thought I had already said yes to that" she chuckled, but he shook his head.

"No. I mean, now. Marry me now... today" he said.

She stared back at him in wonderment and curiosity. Then, she smiled widely "Alright."

They had to rush and firecall everyone in the family, and their most immediate friends. Harry was in charge of communicating with Ginny, McGonagall, Hagrid, and Remus and Tonks from Hogwarts, as well as some of their old classmates. Ron alerted his whole family, except for Ginny, and some of the people who belonged in the Order of the Phoenix. Hermione had to bring her parents to the Burrow, as well as in charge of the robes that she and Ron were going to wear for the wedding.

When Ron told Mrs. Weasley about it, she nearly fainted. "How in Merlin's name will we be able to have a wedding today? Don't you remember all the fuss with Bill's wedding? And that had been planned for a long time" she said worriedly.

Ron chuckled. "Mum, anything's possible." Putting an arm around her shoulders, he added "Besides, I've got this brilliant witch for a mother. She's capable of anything, you know. Even took down Bellatrix Lestrange on her own."

She couldn't help but smile at that. Then, she paled and looked at him. "Oh, I knew it! I knew we shouldn't have let you two children to live together before getting married. She's pregnant, isn't she?" she asked knowingly.

Ron had been frowning in confusion when she started ranting, but now he laughed out right and openly in front of her. "What is so funny, young man? A child is a responsibility, not a laughing matter" she said.

He sobered up a bit even though he was still smiling. "Mum, Hermione is not pregnant. Not that I know, at least." He took both of her hands and looked into her eyes. "It's just that, we... we prefer to have a small rushed wedding and a meaningful marriage than the contrary." Mrs. Weasley's eyes softened and teared up when she heard her son speaking in such a gentle manner. She embraced him strongly and he returned the gesture with a smile on his face.

Later that evening, the guests were sitting in conjured chairs in the garden. Professor McGonagall had transfigured a few objects to make a pathway of stones leading to the altar. Fleur and Bill had decorated the seats and the altar with elegant, but simple flowers. Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Granger cooked an excellent meal mixed with both muggle and wizarding food. Mr. Weasley found the muggle food quite fascinating, and he started asking all sorts of questions to Mrs. Granger. That was until Mrs. Weasley snapped at him and told him to go and rush everyone to get ready, instead of wasting time. All in all, everyone worked together to make the simple and rushed wedding beautiful and worthwile.

Harry stood beside Ron in the altar trying to make him stop from over fixing and smoothing his robes. "Ron, leave it alone. You look fine. The robes are fine. Everything will be fine." Ron nodded but he kept on fidgeting. Only when he saw Hermione walking by the hand with her father did he keep still. He was awestruck by her beauty, and didn't even notice Harry doing the same when Ginny walked first down the pathway as maid of honor, and took Ron's other side leaving space for Hermione. Fleur followed as a bridesmaid, then sat down next to Bill who was holding little Victoire in his arms.

When the bride and groom were asked the infamous question, Harry and Ginny locked eyes. When Hermione was asked, she mimicked the same response the bride in question did. Harry did the same when Ron said "I do".

Ginny was standing in the kitchen doorway watching Hermione and Ron swinging to their first dance as husband and wife, when she felt a pair of arms go around her waist. Harry put his face in the crook of her neck inhaling her flowery scent. "So" he said

She leaned back against him, and leaned her head against his. "So" she sighed in pleasure.

"You do, Miss Weasley?" he asked placing feathering kisses to her neck and shoulder.

"Mmm... mhmhm" she nodded her head. He turned her around "I'm serious Ginny" he said. "Would you be the wife of this... this stupid little man that has made you cry so much?" he said caressing her face gently. "The walking target?" he asked.

"Not a target anymore, though" she said brushing her fingertips against his lips.

"I suppose not" he conceded taking her fingers and kissing them one by one. "But you haven't answered my question." She smiled maliciously, and he braced himself for what was sure to be a Weasley kind of comment.

"Hmmm" she hummed pensively. "I don't know, I'm going to have to consider that Mr. Potter." She laughed when he suddenly grabbed her and locked her against his chest.

"You saucy witch" he exclaimed playfully.

"Well, you have to give a girl some time Harry. You better make me..." she looked at him suggestively.

"Oooohh. Don't worry, I will give especial attention to that... department" he said. Taking her face in his hands, he asked seriously "Will you marry me, Gin?"

"Yes, Harry" she said breathily. "Yes." They moved at the same time and kissed hungrily. Hermione noticed them. "Ron, look" she said quietly. He looked up to the direction she was looking at, and saw his best friend kissing his sister.

"He better not break her heart again. I know some good hexes." he said playfully. "The wanker would probably put me down before I draw my wand, though." he smiled crookedly.

Hermione shook her head and chuckled slightly. "No, he would probably take it all without saying one word. He might even let you crucio him if he thought he did something wrong to her" she said half jokingly and half serious.

Ron nodded in accordance "he would, the bloody git. That's our Harry."

Hermione stiffened a little bit. "Ron" she said in wonderment. "Hmm?" he asked.

"Do you ever feel like... like we are his... his...?" she couldn't finish.

"His parents?" he asked laughing out loud. She nodded with the same wonderment written on her face. "I suppose, yeah" he nodded. "We're always taking care of him, aren't we? At least, you are. I'm just a git sometimes" he added.

She shook her head "No, you're not. You're his big brother, his partner in crime. I tag alone to keep the two of you on your toes... and to help in crime once in a while" she added cheekily. They laughed together.

Meanwhile, Harry and Ginny had gone upstairs to Ginny's bedroom. "Harry" she breathed and moaned "make love to me... now, please?"

"Wait, I still owe you one" he said ignoring the confused look in her eyes. With that, he lifted her in his arms and lowered her in the bed. Caressing her legs, he made his way up the skirt of her dress. Finally reaching her panties, he tugged them down. She raised her hips to help him along in the task.

When she was finally exposed to him, he couldn't help but stare. "Harry, you're making me blush" said Ginny. Her face had colored slightly.

"Sorry love. But I haven't seen it this close before" he finished in a whisper as he lowered his head. First, he placed feather kisses around her private part making her squirm. Taking in her most private scent, he finally used his tongue where she wanted it the most. She moaned quietly and bit her lip to keep from being loud.

Giving her an open-mouthed kiss, he could now savour her most delicious and secret taste. Moving his tongue wildly, he distantly thought that it would probably hurt afterwards. First, he went in and out of her. Then, caressing and nipping as much as he could. In no time, he had her practically begging for more. He hummed to pleasure her even more, and because he was loving doing this as well.

"More... Harry, moooooore" she moaned louder and louder. Grabbing the sheets of her bed tightly in her fists, Ginny writhed in more pleasure than she had ever felt before. Grabbing her hips to keep her in place, Harry gave it his all. Ginny came with an even louder moan, and Harry was suddenly glad he placed a silencing charm on their way in.

When she finally calmed down, he climbed up the bed to lie next to her. "Well?" he said inquiringly supporting his head on his hand and looking down on her.

She looked at him. "Finally!" she said. They laughed. They made love. And once again, Harry was exceptionally glad he had placed such a strong silencing charm.

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A/N: Well, everybody... I hope you liked this chapter. It was a bit fluffy, I know. Sorry about that, hehehe. Just one more chapter to go.

Wetboy: thanks for the support. Hope you liked this one too.