This takes place two weeks before Harry's and Ginny's wedding… And, just so you know, I am really sick writing this, I mean I have a REALLY bad cold. If the story sounds a little weird it's just cause I'm all dizzy due to the fact that I drank a bit too much cough medicine containing codeine. AND my dear mother took away my computer since she thought that all I did was to write on it… She hid it well but now I have found it! Anyway, ENJOY!

IMPORTANT! This chapter is written in "normal POV". I know I usually write in Ginny's POV but I felt like trying something else this time. Hopefully that won't matter to anyone!

"NO WAY!"

"YES WAY!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"I am NOT staying at the Leaking Cauldron! This is your idea; YOU should be the one leaving!" Harry shouted angrily at Ginny.

"Well I can't stay there, I have too much planning to do for the wedding!" she retorted.

"No you haven't, you took care of everything weeks ago!"

"I did not! I still have plenty to do!" Ginny bit her lip. She always did that when she was lying.

"Then why won't you stay at the Burrow? Your mum's doing most of the work anyway!"

"Please Harry, do this, for me." Ginny took a step closer to Harry and started to kiss him. This is my only hope, she thought. He usually gives in when I do this…

"Ginnyyy…" Harry murmured warningly against her lips. Ginny kept kissing him, a bit more roughly now. Please make this work, she thought.

Harry pulled away.

"Fine, I'll stay at the Leaking Cauldron," Harry sighed. "But only for one week!" he quickly added.

"Thanks sweetie!" Ginny rewarded him with another quick kiss. Then she disappeared back to the kitchen. "You'd better make a reservation now, or they won't have any rooms left!" she yelled over her shoulder and snickered to herself.

"Bloody hell!" Harry hissed. "I always fall for that trick!" He shook his head and followed his fiancée into the kitchen. She wasn't there anymore.

"Ginny!" he called out. He looked over at the fireplace. It was glowing a bit, and the pot with floo powder was standing on the kitchen table.

"She probably went to Hermione to tell her how she defeated me…" he muttered. He picked up a brush and a shuffle and started sweeping up the ashes from the floor underneath the fireplace. Suddenly he heard noises coming from it.

"Is someone using the network?" he thought to himself. The next thing he knew he was lying in a pile on the floor with a 170 pounds of Weasley over him.

"Oi!" Ron shouted and tried to get on his feet again, but failed miserably. He rolled over the floor and hit his head on a chair. "Ow!" he screamed.

"Stay still Ron, or I won't help you!" Harry told him surly.

"I'll be fine!" Ron made some acrobatic movements and somehow he managed to get himself into a standing position. "There!" he said, sounding very satisfied.

"Hi Ron," Harry said and gave his friend an irritated glance. "What do you want?"

"What's got your wand in a knot, mate?" Ron sat down by the table. Harry sunk down on a chair on the other side and rubbed his forehead.

"It's your sister."

"I should have guessed," Ron chuckled.

"Yeah. Anyway, that's not what you came here to discuss with me."

"Um, no. See, I gotta ask you a favor." Ron's ears got red.

"Alright…" Harry said, confused.

"I want to ask Hermione to marry me."

"Wow, Ron! That's like…huge! Are you sure you're ready for it?"

"Yep, I'm sure!" Ron grinned. "I love her!"

"Well, then I wish you both the best of luck!" Harry patted the beaming Ron on the shoulder.

"Actually, there's something else I want to ask you," Ron continued. "I thought I'd propose at, hm, your wedding…"

"Fine by me! But you know that Ginny's going to kill you for stealing her spotlight, right?"

"Yep!" Ron smiled even bigger. "And I don't care. She can bat-bogey me to the moon and I still won't care."

"You've got this all planned out don't you?" Harry grinned at his old friend.

"Everything is in order!" Ron put his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair.

"I'm impressed Ron! Usually you never plan things out!" Harry nodded approvingly.

"The kid is growing up," Ron smirked. He rose from his chair. "Well, I'd better get going, I promised Hermy I'd make diner." Harry chuckled. "What?"

"Hermy? You call Hermione Hermy?" Harry laughed.

"Yeah? What's wrong with that?" Ron asked and sounded surprised.

"Nothing, nothing…" Harry wiped a tear of laughter out of the corner of his eye. Ron gave him a suspicious look before he grabbed a handful of floo powder and flooed over to his and Hermione's flat on the other side of London.

He landed on the living room carpet and immediately fell on his face.

"I hate this!" he mumbled before he dragged himself up from the floor. "Why didn't I just apparate?" Because I hate that even more, he added in his head. He heard voices coming from the kitchen and walked over there. Ginny and Hermione were sitting by the kitchen table laughing at something. They both looked up when they saw him.

"Hi Ron!" Ginny said. She looked very satisfied with herself for some reason. Probably had something to do with why Harry'd been in such a bad mood earlier.

"Heeey… What are you talking about?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"Oh, we were just talking about how I made Harry stay at the Leaking Cauldron the week before our wedding!" Ginny and Hermione giggled. Ron saw the half empty bottle of firewhisky on the table.

"Have you two been drinking?" he asked and picked up the bottle.

"Shh!" Hermione leaned over the table with glassy eyes and put a finger over her lips. "Don't tell Ron! He doesn't like it when I drink!" She giggled again. Oh yeah, she was drunk.

"Okay, Ginny, it's time for you to go home!" He grabbed his babysister's arm and pulled her out of her chair.

"Bye Hermione!" Ginny shouted over her shoulder as Ron dragged her out of the kitchen.

"Should I help you home or can you manage it yourself?" Ron asked.

"Ron, Hermione drank much more than me, I'm really not that drunk," Ginny said.

"I'll just help you," Ron said and turned. He felt Ginny tottering.

When they reached Grimmauld place's doorstep Ginny fell forward and hit her head on the front door.

"Ow!" She looked confused for a second before she started giggling uncontrollably. Ron sighed and opened the door.

"Harry! I've got something for you!" he yelled. Harry ran down the stairs. When he saw the laughing Ginny he sighed.

"Great!" Ron untangled himself form Ginny's arms and moved her over to Harry.

"Hey baby!" Ginny said and put her arms around Harry's neck.

"Hi Gin," Harry said and gasped. Ginny's breath reeked of alcohol. He turned to Ron. "What's she been drinking?"

"Firewhisky!" Ron couldn't help to laugh at the scene in front of him, Ginny desperately clinging on to Harry, and Harry trying not to grimace at the strong scent coming from Ginny's mouth. His sister had this weird look on her face… He'd seen it before when Hermione was… Oooh crap!

"You look soo sexy right now…" Ginny mumbled to Harry in a husky voice. Her hands headed for his belt. Ron's eyes widened.

"I have to go!" he quickly stuttered and disapparted.

"Ginny…" Harry said warningly. He held her hands still.

"Oh, don't be such a spoilsport!" Ginny protested. "You're boooring!" She giggled and Harry sighed again.

"Come on, let's get you to bed!" He lifted her up and started carrying her up the stairs, bridal style. Ginny kept giggling wildly.

Once they reached the bedroom, Harry dumped her on the bed. Ginny fell asleep almost immediately. Harry tucked her in, turned off the lights and left. He snorted as he walked back down the stairs.

"Better put out some hangover potion," he mumbled to himself. "She's going to need it tomorrow."

The next morning Ginny woke up early. She quickly realized she was wearing yesterday's clothes and she had a terrible headache. Harry was snoring loudly next to her. By every snore he made it felt like her head wanted to explode. She winched and decided to go downstairs.

When she got to the kitchen she saw the potion and sent a grateful thought to Harry. She poured the potion in a glass. It burned in her throat as she swallowed it. The wall calendar had a big red ring around today's date. She went over to look what it said. Press conference with the team. Crap. She had completely forgotten about that. If she'd remembered she hadn't drunk so much yesterday.

"I'd better start getting ready," Ginny thought. "I have to take a shower. I smell like Ron's dirty socks." The hangover potion was now kicking in and she didn't feel that bad anymore, so she ran up the stairs to the bedroom. Harry was still asleep. She started taking off her clothes and searching for her dressing gown at the same time.

"Where is the stupid thing?" she muttered angrily. Her closet was a mess as usual, she could never find anything.

"What are you looking for?" Harry yawned. He smiled as he looked at his fiancée, who was now completely naked.

"My dressing gown. I have to take a shower." She started going through a pile of dirty laundry. "Bloody hell…" Harry chuckled. "What?"

"Nothing, I'm just admiring the view!" Ginny threw a smelly sock at him. Harry just kept laughing.

"Shut up, I'm in a hurry!"

"Yeah right, the press conference." Harry yawned once more and stretched.

"How come you remembered that and I didn't?" Ginny asked and picked up the dressing gown with an exultant smile, before heading into the shower.

Ten minutes later she came out and started going through her red strands with a brush.

"You should be getting up, too, you know," she said to Harry, who was lying in bed, reading the Prophet.

"I'm going?" he asked and turned the page idly.

"Yes, I could really use some support! Those journalists have been after me like a hungry pack of wolves."

"Alright, alright." He slid out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

"I'm taking a shower, would you care to join me?" he said and grinned at Ginny. She merely rolled her eyes.

Ginny sat by the long table with her co-players feeling very nervous. Ever since she'd become the new chaser for the holyhead harpies she'd been all over gossip magazines like witch weekly. It wasn't just the fact that she was the youngest player ever to make the team, she was also the famous Harry Potter's fiancée. She suspected there would be more questions about Harry's and her relationship than there would be about the actual subject, quidditch. Harry was somewhere there in the crowd, disguised as a muggle they picked out at the subway. Harry'd pushed him at the same time as Ginny'd grabbed a few hairs from his already balding head, and then they'd put them in some polyjuice potion. That had become a usual ritual for Harry, who couldn't go anywhere without getting recognized. He hated journalists and being interviewed. The only interview he had dune since the battle was one with the Quibbler, to make Luna happy. He had been really torn up after that, and he hadn't left his bed for a whole week. Talking about the battle always made him really tetchy. He still believed it was his fault all of those people died.

Ginny twirled her hair nervously and was blinded by a camera at the same time. Bloody idiots! They hadn't even gotten permission to start asking questions yet. Virginia gave Ginny a reassuring pat on the shoulder before giving the journalists a sign. They immediately started flashing their cameras up at the players, especially at Ginny.

"Miss Weasley, Miss Weasley!" a woman from the crowd shouted. "Is it true that you are going to marry Harry Potter in a few weeks?"

"Here we go," Ginny thought tiredly before answering the question.

"Yes, that's true." The woman quickly wrote down something in her little notebook.

"Are you having an affair with Dean Tomas?" a short, bald man screamed.

"What? No, of course not!" Ginny said angrily.

"The rumors say that you are leaving Potter, is that true?" the same man shouted in his shrill voice.

"NO! Why is this even relevant?"

"I have heard from a reliable source that the wedding's been moved up because you are pregnant. Is the child Tomas's?" someone shouted.

"I am not pregnant and I am not having any kind of relationship with Dean Tomas!" Ginny was getting really mad now. Virginia could see that and she didn't want Ginny to have one of her famous "moods" in the middle of a press conference, so she yelled;

"Alright, that is IT! Stop harassing our chaser!! This press conference is over NOW!" Ginny shot her a thankful look and quickly slid off her chair before disapparting back to Grimmauld place. Harry, who'd been watching the journalists attacking Ginny, boiling with anger, followed her.

He looked around the hall after Ginny, but couldn't see her anywhere.

"Ginny!" he yelled. He heard a thud from the kitchen "Ginny, are you in there?" The door was slightly open and Harry heard someone muttering angrily. He opened it. Ginny was sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace, ripping apart old pieces of paper.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow. Ginny violently tore apart a copy of Witch Weekly and through the pieces and threw it into the flames in the fireplace.

"Throwing out the trash," she answered. Her fingers trembled. "Harry, there is NOTHING going on between Dean and me, I promise!" Harry sat down next to Ginny and put his arm around her.

"I know." Ginny leaned against him, still holding a newspaper. The headline said; Ginny Weasley: Gold-digger or daydreamer? Ginny'd never quite gotten what that was supposed to mean. Well, the gold-digging part she understood but not the daydreaming thing.

"Why won't they leave us alone?" she said. To her own horror tears started to form in her eyes. She was Ginny Weasley, she never cried! Not even Harry'd seen her cry more than, like twice. Damn, now she felt her cheeks get all wet and her eyes started to sting. Harry squeezed her harder.

"Hey, it's okay," he whispered. "I'll make sure they won't bother you anymore."

"It's not that easy." Harry didn't answer. "It's going to be all over the papers that I'm "having an affair" with Dean," Ginny continued. "So it's probably going to get even worse." She sighed. "I just hope they don't know the date of the wedding."

"That's not likely; we didn't invite anyone who would tell any journalists."

"Auntie Muriel would, she loves to gossip," Ginny said. She'd always hated Muriel.

"She's coming?" Harry winched. That made Ginny laugh.

"Unfortunately mum made me invite her. It's too bad none of your relatives are coming…"

"You know how I feel about the Dursley's, Ginny," Harry said through gritted teeth.

"Yes, but…"

"No. I'm not getting involved with them ever again. End of discussion."

"Okay, there's no need to use your squeaky voice!" Harry snorted but gave himself away by letting a small smile slip onto his lips.

"By the way, shouldn't you be packing?" Ginny asked Harry.

"What do you mean," Harry said, surprised.

"Don't you remember?" Ginny snickered. "You're going to the Leaking Cauldron."

"Noooo, not this again," Harry groaned. "Why don't we just…."

"Nuh uh!" Ginny interrupted and patted him on the cheek. "You already said you would go."

"But…" Harry never had time to finish his sentence before Ginny walked out of the kitchen.

"She will be the death of me," he sighed. A satisfied grin set onto his lips before he followed Ginny out of the kitchen.

I'm FINALLY dune! It took FOREVER for me to write this, cause I had a bad case of writers block! Tell me what you think and leave a little nice review!

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