A/N: Right...so er...I'm sorry this took so long? And to those of you who I promised things would start to move on...er...I'm sorry once more, that will happen next chapter. Which is finished by the way, along with the one after that. So now I have plenty of time to write my poems for my surprise for Sinterklaas.

You didn't think I'd made that up, did you?

Anyway, enough ramblings and on with the story...

Rhubarb

In the weeks that followed, Hermione sent me back to the store with the dresses so often that the woman burst out laughing when I got there for the eleventh or twelfth time.

"How about we don't tell your friend anything and I keep them here 'for adjustments' until the wedding?" she winked.

"Is that possible?" I asked hopefully.

The woman took the robes for me and pulled out her appointment book to see when she could deliver them.

Absolutely grateful, I left the shop ten minutes later to find Hermione fussing about the flower arrangements.

"Oh Ginny, you're here," she said when she saw me. "Good. Blue or white? Oh, or green?" She picked up the different coloured bouquets from the table and held them out to me.

Er…right…a diplomatic answer is the best solution, I reckon… "What do you think?"

"Oh, I love the blue one. It would go very good with my dress. But the green ones are better for you and Tonks and the white one will go with everything. Maybe we should go with the white one, just to be safe…oh but I love the blue!" She turned back to me. "Ginny! You're supposed to be helping me!"

"Compromise," I blurted. "You take the blue flowers, you give Tonks and me the green one and the decorations will be white with touches of blue and green."

"That's actually a good idea!" Hermione said slowly. "Now, the dinner arrangements. We can't possibly put the twins anywhere near my family, and…" I tuned her out…this was going to be a long day…

The problem with Gwenog was that she absolutely hated to lose.

So when I got to practice after finally escaping Hermione, it didn't really surprise me that we were called for a meeting. Even coach Morris was there.

"We have to change some things," Gwenog said when we all had arrived. "Lynette, you're going to play Chaser…"

"What?!?" Evy and I yelled.

"Julie's fabulous!" I exclaimed. "You can't just kick her off the team!"

Gwenog smirked…oh oh, I didn't like that look at all… "That's right," she said. "And that's why you're going to play Seeker."

Oh bugger…

"Until Tammy returns," Gwenog continued, "you'll be taking her place."

"No!" I started to protest, but Gwenog was faster. "Robbins, you'll go back to being Ginny's first reserve."

Robbins looked as if she wanted to kill me.

"Any questions?" coach Morris grunted.

"I'm not playing Seeker!" I stated stubbornly.

"Yes, you are!" Gwenog could be as stubborn as me…maybe even more so. "I refuse to Captain a losing team. Now, I'm awfully sorry, but Robbins just isn't up to playing first string and until that time, she will stay a reserve and you will be playing. I know you chose to be a Chaser, but this is how it is. You're a ruddy good Chaser, but you're also a ruddy better Seeker than she is."

"Right," I muttered. No point arguing when she's like that. But the moment I got in the air, I made a mental note to write a huge letter to Tammy to quit the Dutch team and come back.

Even so…practice could've been worse. I mean, it took me a while before I got over the fact that I didn't have to chase the Quaffle, but simply could stay high up in the air until the Snitch would show it silvery wings. And Morris was impressed with what I did, so I must have done something right.

"Red!" Morris called me down at the end of practice. Obediently, I flew down towards him…always keep your coach on friendly terms.

"You're good," he continued simply. "You're no Romeijn or Potter…" Thank Merlin for the last! "…but with a bit of practice you could do well in matches."

"How many games are we playing until Tammy gets back?" I asked carefully.

"Not many, about ten," he said as he patted my shoulder. "Keep up the good work, I'll see you tomorrow." And he walked away.

Ten?!? Only ten? The World Cup Finals were 6 months away! All the teams were missing people! What do you need ten matches for?!?

Without even bothering to shower or change clothes, I Apparated home. I opened the door and heard sounds coming from the kitchen. Hermione wasn't supposed to come over, was she?

My wand at the ready, I walked to the kitchen.

"Please tell me you've come back to take your place on the team," I said the moment I saw who it was.

Tammy grinned. "No, I have to play a match against England. Why?"

"Did you hear about our last match against the Macaws?" I sighed as I sat down at the table. Bugger, why does she need all those papers?

"Been busy," Tammy sat down at the table too. "I did get all these papers…" She waved her hand to the papers. "But I didn't really have time to read them."

"Ah well…Robbins played Seeker…"

"Gwenog hasn't found a replacement yet?"

"That's the next part. Robbins was so bad that Gwenog decided to rearrange the team. You know that Julie has taken Natalie's place?" Tammy nodded. "Well, today, Gwenog put Lynette in as Chaser too…"

Tammy burst out laughing. "Don't tell me," she hiccupped. "They made you Seeker?"

I nodded solemnly.

"Oh Ginny!" she couldn't stop laughing. "That's hilarious! Oh, I would have paid to see the look on Robbins' face when Gwenog announced it! Stupid cow."

Knowing that it would be impossible to get her to stop laughing, I started to look at the papers. Most of them were in a language I couldn't understand (probably Dutch) when one of those grabbed my attention…

"Is that Harry?" I said incredulously.

Still sniggering, Tammy took the paper from me and burst out in laughter again. "Dutch Muggle prime minister," she laughed.

"What?" I exclaimed. What? That was Harry!

"He's twice Harry's age, Ginny," Tammy giggled. "And has no clue as to what Harry's done for the wizarding world."

I looked at the picture again. All right, so maybe he was older than Harry…but the hair! And the glasses!

Tammy finally managed to get her laughter under control when she banished the papers to the bin. "You know what?" she said as she looked at me. "Come to the match. I've got some spare tickets…you can even invite Hermione over…it might take the stress out of the wedding."

Hermione agreed to come immediately.

And that was why, about a week before the wedding, Hermione and I sat down in the stands.

"Merlin," I muttered, "it's been ages since I sat at this side of a Quidditch Pitch!"

"You'll have to explain everything to me," Hermione said. "Is this match part of the preliminary round?"

I looked at her, impressed. "Ron actually rubbed off on you."

Hermione smiled.

"Welcome, welcome to the last preliminary match!" the announcer started at that moment.

"The preliminaries end in March," I explained while the announcer entertained the public. "The actual World Cup starts in May with the eighth finals. The winners will play against each other in the quarter finals and so on until one winner remains after the finals."

"And what does this match decide?"

"Nothing," I shrugged. "England and the Netherlands both already have placed themselves for the eighth finals."

"Then why are they playing this match?" Hermione looked baffled.

Was she mental? "Er…because it's fun? The games are planned years in advance…you can't just cancel them!" I started grinning. "It's like cancelling the end of term tests."

Hermione rolled her eyes, but smiled as well. "Oh look! They're coming!"

"…Deforest, Hodges, Cobley, Parish, Norwood aaaand Potter!" the announcer sounded through the stadium. "And for the Netherlands, Koorens, Brandt, Smid, van den Heuvel, de Graaff, de Groot aaaaand Romeijn! As most of our public well may know, both Seekers are more than familiar with each other. Tamar…" I sniggered at how wrong he was pronouncing it. "…Romeijn is the star Seeker of our own Holyhead Harpies when the boy who lived…" Hermione and I both snorted. "…has helped the Cannons win their first League in over a century. Both teams have shown amazing skill during the previous matches and have rightfully earned their place in the eighth finals. And there's the referee! The Snitch is out and he takes his whistle…ladies and gentlemen, the last preliminary match for the 423rd Quidditch World Cup has begun!"

The Quaffle sped back and forth, faster than I'd ever seen. The Chasers really knew how to play together and within fifteen minutes, both teams had scored six times.

"It's fast!" Hermione exclaimed. Just like me, she was sitting on the edge of her seat, watching their every move. "Look! Tammy is speeding up!"

And indeed she was.

"Look at Romeijn go! Dare I say she's seen the Snitch? Yes! Harry Potter is following her and has caught up with her as we watch this amazing chase. But the Snitch is fast. It doesn't want to be caught…what will the Seekers do? And look at that! Harry Potter is diving! If I didn't know better, I'd say he was trying to pull off a Wronski Feint…but no…look at that! The game's over! Harry Potter has caught the Snitch in one of the fastest matches ever played in the world. And look at this excellent example of sportsmanship…Romeijn flies up to Harry Potter and congratulates him on his catch. More people should…"

"Come," I said to Hermione as I grabbed her hand. "Let's go downstairs before everyone else and try to find Tammy."

Hermione looked as if she was about to protest, but followed me anyway. It took us almost as long as the match had taken to get down again and to the locker rooms.

"ID please," a guardwizard asked us as we wanted to enter the rooms.

"I'm Ginevra Weasley," I said as haughtily as I could. "I'm Tammy's teammate." I know these guardwizards…as long as you look as if you belong there, they'll do anything for you.

"ID, please."

Or not…different approach then, "Do you even read the Prophet?" I asked incredulously. "I'm a Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies. I was Harry Potter's girlfriend! So I demand to be let through, together with her, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter's best friend."

"Sorry," the guardwizard shrugged, not really caring. "You could have taken Polyjuice potion."

"Give me a broom and a Quaffle and I'll show you we haven't taken Polyjuice." I started to become angry.

"No need," I heard Tammy's voice from behind the guardwizard. "It's okay, I'll vouch for them."

"Vouch?" I mouthed at Tammy as we walked past the guardwizard. She grinned and rolled her eyes.

"Did you like the match?" Tammy asked.

"It was really fast," Hermione said with…was that…awe in her voice? "I didn't even see you lose! One moment you were closest to the Snitch, next Harry had it in his hand."

Tammy grinned. "We were told not to exert ourselves."

"And you probably would have lost from Harry anyway," I snorted. Tammy grinned even more.

"Ginny," Hermione suddenly said. "We have to go."

"What? Why?" I was perplexed. Where did that come from?

"Wedding stuff?" she said.

"The wedding is over a week away! We've done everything!"

"Ginny, come on, we have to go." She grabbed my arm to Disapparate and as she did that, I turned around. There was Harry, walking towards us with a determined look on his face…

"Hermione!" I exclaimed as we reappeared at my apartment.

"Oh come on, you two always row since you broke up!"

"Excuse me! We don't!"

"Because Ron and I try our very best to keep you two apart."

So that's why I haven't seen Harry all this time!

"Hermione…"

"The wedding is in a week," she begged. "Please don't kill each other."

Someone knocked on the door.

"You'll have a perfect wedding, Hermione," I said as I walked towards it and opened it. "Tonks!"

"Wotcher!" she grinned. "Oh, weren't you supposed to be at home?"

"Hermione, rhubarb," I ordered.

"What!" she spat, looking at me as if I'd gone mental.

"Put your fingers in your ears and say rhubarb over and over again," I explained quickly as I turned back to Tonks. It was one of those things we used to do when we were little. It worked wonders, especially when someone's birthday was coming up. I remember my first time…my fourth birthday was coming up and it was the first one for which my brothers were actually planning something. So we were in the garden, trying to de-gnome it…well, I was playing with the gnomes and my brothers took them away from me to start throwing them over the hedge. And suddenly, Bill said, "Oy little one! Rhubarb, will you?"

Now, you have to understand that I had seen my brothers do this millions of times. I mean, there are six of them; I was bound to have picked up on it. I even often tried to get them to rhubarb for me, but most of the time they would just laugh and ruffle up my hair. Yes, even Ron, being the five-year-old he was.

So I lay there in the grass, looking at my brothers with my mouth wide open. Unfortunately for me, one of the smarter gnomes saw it's opportunity and bit the finger that I still had sticking out to play with them. Believe me, I still have the scar.

"Bugger!" I exclaimed. Oh yes, my vocabulary was quite…extraordinary…for my age.

"Can you rhubarb?" Charlie repeated Bill's question. All my brothers were looking at me expectantly. So I stuck my fingers in my ears and started to rhubarb.

Back in the present, Hermione still refused to do it. "Why?" she asked stubbornly.

"Because Ginny and I have to discuss one of your gifts," Tonks saved me.

I nodded fervently to show that she was telling the truth.

"Er…alright then…" Hermione still hesitated, but started to chant anyway.

"Wasn't the party supposed to be here?" Tonks asked the moment we heard the first 'rhubarb'.

"Can you contact everyone so we can give the party at her place? Or is Ron going to be there?" I asked.

"Mad-Eye gave him extra work so he would stay in late," Tonks grinned. "Harry will pick him up with the twins to grab something to drink…you know, with him being back in England for the first time since forever. I told Ron I would let Herm…"

"I feel ridiculous," Hermione interrupted us.

"That's normal," I said with a straight face. "It will wear off eventually, just continue what you were doing…we're nearly finished." I turned back to Tonks and continued when Hermione had restarted, "Can you contact everyone? I'll get Hermione there tonight."

"Will do!" Tonks grinned. She walked towards Hermione, tapped her on her shoulder and mimed her to stop. "Ron will be working late," she said once Hermione had stopped her mumblings. "He asked me to tell you."

"Stay over for dinner," I said impulsively. "Tammy probably won't be home anyway tonight."

Obviously confused as to what was going on, Hermione finally said, "Er…alright…"

"Perfect!" Tonks walked back to the door. "Well, gotta go! You know, things to do, people to see…" And with that, she was gone.

"Rhubarb?" Hermione finally asked.

I managed to get Hermione to take us to her place after 'finding out' I didn't have anything edible in the apartment.

Well, that and the fact that I promised to clean any mess I would make and do the dishes. And while I might not be the most perfect witch to choose when you want someone to clean your house; you can't live for eighteen years with my mum without picking up some things.

So I agreed to her terms (we wouldn't even be eating much there, so the cleaning shouldn't be that horrible) and here we were, at the front door with Hermione opening it.

"Honestly, Ginny," Hermione shook her head as she flicked her wand to turn on the lights. "How can you live in a house without…"

"SURPRISE!!!"

Out of every corner of the room, people had suddenly appeared…Tonks standing right in front of us.

"I broke a vase…" she said sheepishly, then adding quickly (as Hermione was starting to pale visibly), "But Penelope repaired it, so that's fixed. Welcome to your hen night!"

Hermione groaned, "I told you I didn't want one!" she exclaimed.

"Nonsense," Fleur said determinedly. "I didn't have one and regretted it ever since. Tonks and Ginny did zhe right zhing."

Hermione looked around and started to beam when she saw Parvati and Lavender. Thank Merlin! I'd started to grow more worried ever since we'd sent the invitations to them. What if Hermione refused to be in the same room as Lavender?

But the moment the three women hugged each other, I caught Tonks' eye. I gladly returned the grin she gave me.

"So…what have you planned to do?" Hermione had accepted the fact that we were going to force her to have fun if she didn't decide to cooperate. She took the easier option.

"Fleur, Angelina and Parvati have made a quick dinner after which we will go to a tour of the best Muggle clubs, guided by Lavender, Penelope and me," Tonks grinned. "And you really don't want to miss that," she added quickly when she noticed that Hermione was opening her mouth to retort. "It's going to be dead amusing…" She looked at me with a mischievous smile on her face.

Why am I always being dragged into these things? "Seeing as Ginny's the only single one of us…" No… "We're going to find her a bloke."

The moment I saw the looks on their faces, I knew it would be bloody useless to protest. So I decided to take the 'Hermione' approach out of things and smile.

It didn't really take them much time to find someone. We'd had our fair share of Butterbeer and Firewhiskey before going out and the alcohol made it's presence known the moment Angelina and Tonks walked towards a group of men and pointed me out to them.

Five minutes later I found myself (and I'm ashamed to say…giggling madly at the amount of attention I got) in the company of five men. All of them very keen on getting me home with them. All of them very handsome and successful. All of them…well…none of them Harry…

Bugger!

I was the one who broke it off! I was the one who was being lied to! So why couldn't I simply forget everything and go on with my life?

A/N: I really am not kidding...the Dutch prime minister looks like Harry Potter in the first film...just look him up in Google (Jan-Peter Balkenende).

Oh, and many thanks to KD who betaed this really fast.