"What on the devil is going on?" Mr Dursley ranted, storming into a dark kitchen at six 'o' clock in the morning. All went silent and the dark figures melted away. "Dang wizards, what are you up to?" The words were just short out of his mouth when the wind swept them away, knocked from inside of him when he was gushed into a chair at the dining room table. Once he was settled George Weasley (unknown to Mr Dursley), tied a scarf around his mouth; as if to stop any snide comments escaping.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Mrs Weasley fretted in a low whisper only for Ron and Hermione to hear. They shrugged their shoulders and lit the room with their wands. Mr Dursley then realised that he wasn't the only one sat at the table with their mouth tied up by a scarf. His own wife and child were sat either side of him, pain, fear and worry lingering in their bloodshot eyes. The Weasleys, plus Harry and Hermione all stood back to admire their work. It seems cruel doesn't it?

Harry high fived Ron and went to stand behind Petunia Dursley, seemingly the calmest and carefully untied the scarf. She let out a light, low breath and flicked her hair, putting more life into it. Her eyes scanned each and every person in the room before finally, settling on Ginny. "What is going on?" She demanded in her shrill, posh voice.

Slightly taken aback, Ginny held up her hands in a mock surrender and scurried around to feel the comfort of her fiancé's hand. Petunia's gaze followed. "Well? You are after all the girlfriend-"

"Fiancé." Harry cut in harshly, pulling Ginny tighter to his side.

Petunia nodded. "Fiancé," She pinched her lips and said the word like it was the dirtiest, most foul word that was ever said; but she soon recovered and continued. "You are the fiancé," She corrected herself for the second time, letting the word settle in her mind- "Of my only nephew, you must know everything that goes on in his odd mind and imagination of his." She finished, holding her chin up, satisfied with what she had said.

Wide-eyed, Harry stared at her. It had been quite a few years that his aunt had spoken to him in such a foul manner. Yes, he was used to it and for the most part it came as expected, but he had grown used to the slightly nervous and out of their comfort zone Dursleys. He was not offended by what she had said to him, but he could feel Ginny cowering into his side, paling and losing confidence. This triggered anger like no other. "Do not speak to my future wife that way." He glowered, going as red as Ginny's hair.

Petunia's mouth curled at the sides and turned into a sort of smirk, surrounded but small inserts, wrinkles showing her true age. Harry spoke to the rest of the group then, ignoring the three figures around the table. "I don't think we should do this anymore." He told them, not letting any hints of it to the Dursleys.

"But Harry, we prepared so much." Hermione said, her eyes flitting to all of the Dursleys, who had cold and harsh eyes, like stones and rocks.

Harry nodded, "I know, I thought it was worth it too."

"Maybe it still is?" Mrs Weasley interjected, "We could see what they're like by the end of it?"

"Why do something nice for these hateful, inconsiderate, deceiving people?" Harry spat, Dudley, who was staring up at Ginny apologetically coloured a rather alarming shade of pink.

Ginny whispered something in Harry's ear, he seemed to calm slightly and looked her up and down. Sighing, he gestured to George who nodded his head and waved his wand. A huge banner spread across the kitchen, with streamers and balloons falling from the ceiling. "Welcome to muggle day!" He cried, waving his hands in the air and tucking his wand away.

Hermione quickly removed Mr Dursley and Dudley's scarfs and their mouths hung open. Surprisingly, they stayed quiet, gawping at George. Ron and Harry did their best to stifle their chuckles, but failed miserable.

"Are mocking us?" Mr Dursley finally said.

It was Mrs Weasley that came up with an answer for this. "Of course not!" She covered. "We wanted to make you feel more at home here, it must be hard for you to come here, not liking our customs and attempting to accept them." Petunia nodded her head once, notifying that she accepted what Mrs Weasley was saying.

"When we first knew of your visit I set up a rule of no magic in the house, it was, however, a little hard for some of the residences of the house to stick to the rules." She stopped long enough to glare at Ron and George in turn. The shrugged, knowing that the pranks they had played were definitely worth it. "Anyway... Muggle day is the day when we do everything your way, whatever you want us to do. We'll do all of your favourite activities, eat all of your favourite foods, all the while no magic will be used!" She finished a glimmer in her eye. George and Ron gulped, paling rapidly. They had been told of the consequences, but they had never thought that it was the choice of the Dursleys of all of the activities they would be forced through for a whole day.

Dudley grinned, "Sounds like fun." Harry couldn't contain it any longer and burst into a loud: laugh out loud. This was blatantly ignored because the whole room was suddenly centred on Vernon Dursley.

"Well, I guess we could make it work for a day." He grumbled as Petunia pinched her lips together and sat straight in her seat.

"Great." Mr Weasley said enthusiastically.

"What's a television?" Ron whispered frantically in Hermione's ear. She rolled her eyes, walking away and stood in front of Vernon Dursley in his very imaginative rant.

"Mr Dursley, my parents are muggles, I know all about the muggle world, I will come to buy a television with you." She said sensibly. Knowing that Mr Dursley would be far too attracted to all of the muggle items; Mrs Weasley also opted to go with them. Mr Dursley nodded his head, leading the way out to the car.

"You drive I take it?" He said to Hermione. She nodded once and took the keys from his fingertips.

Ginny watched the car drive away and shivered, she was now the only girl besides Petunia Dursley- her future Aunt-in-law. More than once, she had wondered whether they liked her or not. It was obvious that Dudley was...Keen...On her. But the parents? Well they practically grimaced whenever her name was mentioned, it made her sad. She knew- of course- they did not like Harry, so it was expected that they would not like her.

Turning away from the window, she wandered into the kitchen. The Dursleys had opted for a homemade chocolate cake and it was Ginny's job to make it. Angelina was supposed to be coming down to help, but she was caught up with work. Her mother had left her the ingredients and instructions. Ginny leant on the work surface, sighing."This is impossible."

"Need any help?" A male voice came from behind her. Ginny smiled, turning around to see the face of Dudley Dursley walking towards her.

"Hello Dudley, you would be a life saver, thank you." She said, moving to the side so he could stand next to her. Ginny knew of his feelings towards her, but she wasn't sure if they had grown, or if she had managed to crush them in his time here.

"Anything for you Ginny." He said, starting on the preparations. Pretty soon, Ginny was in the swing of things and the cake was in the oven and they were sat at the table

"So, Dudley, are you out of school?" She attempted to start a conversation with the boy who had been a bully to the father of her child for so long. He nodded his head; this was obviously not the conversation he wanted to be having.

"Ginny, I don't mean this in a bad way. It is nothing against Harry, but why are you marrying him?" He seemed to choke on his words, falter; Ginny couldn't seem to process what he said.

"I love him of course!" Her cheeks flamed from the love she felt for her fiancé.

"I can imagine that a lot of men love you Ginny, why him? Because he's famous?"

"I don't know ok Dudley! It could be his beautiful green eyes, or the way he smiles, or the way he talks, or the way he is braver than any guy I have ever met. I have loved him ever since I was a baby and I never thought a day that my brother's best friend would ever love me back! But you know what? I thank my lucky stars every day for the miracle that caused him to love me every second of the day!" She screams, standing up. As she expected, Dudley also stood.

"Ginny, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, it's just..."

"It's just what?" She fumed.

"I..."

She placed her hands on her hips, her eyebrows raised. But before she could say anything, his lips were on hers. Ginny stood alert at the kiss. She refused to kiss him back but she didn't pull away. The oven alarm went off eventually and they tore themselves apart, both turning to see Harry's wide-eyed face.

Hello everyone!

I am literally so happy! 100 reviews! Thank you so much! I love you!

Please continue to review as much as you can! What do you think is going to happen now? Let me know!