Emily watched him leave and then took in a shaky breath, "This is harder than I thought, this not worrying thing. Only a few more weeks and I can get back to worrying," she laughed.
Hermione held up the dress for her inspection, "Pansy picked it out for you. We thought it would look great on you, with your hair color." The dress was an off-white wedding dress, a long train in the back. "I picked out some shoes, but you don't have to wear them. I wasn't sure how your feet were feeling."
"Well, we will just have to see come morning. Thank you for everything, Hermione. Would you consent to stand up with me at the wedding?" she asked.
Hermione blushed and nodded, "I'd be honored. Harry is my best friend and I'm so happy that he's found someone like you to love him." The two women sat and talked for a while, waiting on Harry to return.
That night, in the quiet of the dark room, Harry watched Emily sleep peacefully, hoping that tomorrow went well and there were no unexpected surprises. For once in his life, he wanted a happy ending, one that didn't end up with someone close to him dying. He closed his eyes, thinking about marrying this woman he loved so deeply in the morning.
The next morning, they awoke to find Kreacher telling them it was time to leave. Dressing quickly, they stepped into the fireplace and tossed in the floo powder to travel to the Burrow. Emily felt excitement bubbling inside her, just waiting to burst to the surface. She had never been to the Burrow with Harry, and had only met Molly, Ron and Hermione of the Weasley family. She was nervous about meeting them, and excited about marrying Harry.
Harry was nervous, what if Ginny was there, what would she say? He knew one thing; he was marrying Emily no matter what. He loved her so much that his heart felt like bursting.
They arrived in the kitchen at the Burrow, stepping carefully from the fireplace. Molly was standing at the stove, "Morning, dears. Breakfast?" she greeted them cheerily.
"Thanks, Molly, but we already had some breakfast at home." Harry said.
Emily laughed, "Speak for yourself, while I may have eaten already, I feel famished." She then sat down at the table with a sigh, glad to be off her feet. This was going to be a long morning and she needed to rest up for it, plus she was starving. Molly set a plate down in front of her, chuckling as she dug in to the delicious food. Harry stared at her speechless.
"It happens sometimes, Harry, with pregnant women. Some days you just can't get enough food." Molly said with a smile. "Go on up and get Ron, Harry. You two can go ahead and get ready. I'll take care of Emily once she's finished her breakfast. Hermione should be down in a minute."
Harry nodded, placed a kiss on Emily's cheek and bounded up the stairs two at a time, until he reached the top floor. A moment later, Hermione appeared in the kitchen doorway. "That smells wonderful, Molly. Good morning, Emily." She said as she sat down and found a plate in front of her.
"Good morning. I'm still not sure how you two did all of this in just a day." Emily said, finishing her plate of food.
"Okay, Emily, up to the shower with you." Molly said and helped her up the stairs to the shower near Ginny's old room. "Here you go. I'm going to go lay out your dress and everything, meet me and Hermione in here when you are done." She said, gesturing to the bedroom.
Emily stepped into the shower and let the water wash over her. She smiled to herself, thinking that in just a few hours she would be Mrs. Harry Potter and in a few weeks, she would be a mother. "I can't wait to meet you, little one," she whispered, rubbing her belly. Finishing her shower, she tied her hair up in a towel and tried to wrap another one around her body. Finding that it barely reached, she muttered a spell and the towel lengthened to fit around her. She padded over to the bedroom and entered to find Hermione and Molly waiting for her, and another girl with dark hair was sitting on the bed.
"Emily, this is Pansy. She's the one responsible for your dress." Molly made the introductions.
"Thank you, Pansy. I assume you're the one responsible for the black dress for the dinner party not too long ago." Emily said.
"That would be me as well. Harry came to me for that one." Pansy said and stood. "Now, let's see how this dress looks on you." Lifting the dress out of the plastic it was in, she held it up towards Emily. They heard footsteps on the stairs, knowing it was Harry and Ron; Molly waved her wand at the door, locking it so that Harry couldn't come in and find Emily. The footsteps went on past the room and they heard them enter the kitchen.
Hermione and Pansy helped Emily into the dress when flowed around her. The top was fitted around her breasts and the high waist settled just above her burgeoning belly. The skirt fell down around her feet and fluttered when she walked. She smiled at the feel of the dress around her. Looking at herself in the full length mirror on the wall, she tried to imagine how she would look for Harry. She felt the towel around her head loosen and her long hair fell down her back. Hermione muttered a spell and her hair dried. "Sit," Hermione commanded as they heard raised voices from downstairs. Molly excused herself to go find out what was going on.
Harry and Ron were sitting in the kitchen talking when the fireplace flared green and out stepped Ginny. Looking at the two boys, she hissed, "How could you?" at Harry.
"How could I what? Move on with my life? Get married? Be happy without you? Take your pick, nothing you say is going to make any difference. I'm getting married in a little over an hour and you can't stop it, Ginny. You made your choice." Harry said, looking at the red head that he had once loved. Ron discreetly stepped outside in the yard to make sure everything was ready for the ceremony.
"You can't marry her. You don't love her, you love me." Ginny said.
"I don't love you anymore, Ginny. Not since you cheated on me and left me for that brute on the team. I'm marrying Emily and we are going to have a baby very soon." He stated.
"That's not your kid. I'm the one who is going to give you a child. I'm pregnant Harry, and it's your baby." She told him.
Harry laughed, "Impossible. There is absolutely no way that you are pregnant by me, Ginny, since it's been well over a year since we've had sex. Don't do this, Ginny, you'll only embarrass yourself."
Molly entered the kitchen, "Ginny, what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to keep Harry from making a big mistake." The young girl said. "He loves me and I'm going to have his baby."
"Ginny, don't, just don't. You made your choice when you left Harry for Tad. Don't come in here and try to make trouble. Harry is happy; don't tarnish this day for him." Molly said to her daughter.
"Mum, stay out of this. This is my life, and I want Harry back. I will do anything to make that happen." Ginny stated.
"Well, get used to being disappointed, Ginny. I'm not coming back to you; I'm marrying Emily and will spend the rest of my life with her and our child. You can just go back to that brute and leave me in peace to live my life how I want to." Harry said and stormed out to the backyard. He was furious, how dare she come here today of all days and pull something like this? Trying to calm down, he walked towards the open field behind the house. Ron caught up with him and walked in silence beside him. "Your sister is a piece of work, you know that? Telling me that she's pregnant with my baby, as if."
"She did what?" Ron asked.
"You heard me. She said she wants me back and will do anything to make it happen. I can't wait for this wedding to happen and be done so that I'm bound to Emily for life." Harry hissed. "How dare she come here today of all days."