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'Hermione!' Ginny shouted up the stairs. It had been one month since their visited the Burrow to map out the plans. Today was the wedding rehearsal. Tomorrow would be the actual wedding day.
'Ginny?' Hermione questioned back, racing down the stairs to meet her stressed friend.
'Where are my horrible, wretched brothers!' Ginny asked looking for her brothers who were nowhere in sight. She looked quite angry.
'Ginny, you need to calm down. It is the rehearsal. Tomorrow is the wedding.' Hermione said, putting her hands on Ginny's shoulder and imitating breathing deeply and serenely. She was calm and comforting.
'I know, I know... but the twins put up the alter, and I hear it squeaking inappropriate songs. What will Dumbledore think! This is insane, and where is Harry!' She said in a frustrated voice.
'He is in his room. So are your brothers. Now, please go get dressed for the practice. I will speak to the boys.' Hermione insisted, as she pushed Ginny into her room.
She leaned against the closed door and took a deep breath. 'Time to find Harry and the guys.' She mumbled, running up the flight of stairs to Ron's room.
'Harry?' Hermione called as she softly knocked on the door.
There was some muffling around and mumbling she heard through the door. Finally, Harry opened the door looking at Hermione in a interested way. All the boys were inside lounging around.
'What are you doing?' Hermione asked suspiciously.
'Nothing.' Ron squeaked out to her.
Hermione eyed them, but let it go.
'Alright, well Ginny said that she wants the alter fixed. Fred, George, if you screw this up, Ginny will have your heads. She stressed out enough.' Hermione said looking stern towards the twins, and at Harry for not excercising control over them.
'Aww... come on Hermione. Just having some fun... Who doesn't want a singing alter.' Fred said wickedly smiling at George.
'You're making your sister upset.'
'Guys, fix the alter.' Harry insisted looking at the twins firmly. He didn't want Ginny to be upset on their wedding day.
'Spoil sport.' George mumbled.
'Thank you, Harry. Bill, you and Charlie did clean the pond, did you not!' Hermione asked them briskly.
'We did last night, Hermione... for the fifth time today.' Bill said wearily thinking over how much cleaning they actually did.
Hermione sighed. 'Good, because the faeries refuse to hover over a bad smelling pond. And we need them for their light. As for the lilies, have they been given a Freshening Spell? They will wilt without it.' She asked.
'I covered that.' Mr. Weasley said to her smiling at Hermione.
'Oh, I didn't see you over there Mr. Weasley.' Hermione said looking in the corner of the room.
He nodded his head and Hermione continued her questionaire. 'What about the table linens. They have been cleaned and pressed?' She said trying to go through her mental check list one more time.
'Did that one too.' Ron answered quickly.
'The gnomes?' Hermione asked looking expectantly.
'Fred and George covered it.' Charlie answered in a bored voice.
Hermione's eyes widened. 'Don't worry, they only planned on fixing the alter, they didn't have time to charm the gnomes to sing.' Ron assured her.
'Ok, then I think we should probably start the rehearsal. Shite, everyone... get dressed! Ginny's gonna go beserk!' Hermione said, noticing that most of the guys were all still in their pajamas. They all looked stunned that Hermione cursed out loud, but jumped back into action when she shrieked, 'Oh, come on! Chop, chop!'
There was plenty of scrambling around and Hermione left so that they could become decent. In the meantime she went to Ginny's room to comfort her and force her to relax about the upcoming day.
When she arrived, Ginny was dressed in a brown peasant skirt and an orange sweater, for it was chilly out. Christmas time was approaching, and Mrs. Weasley predicted no snow, and it to be not too terribly cold out.
'How is it? Did you get Fred and George to fix the alter?' Ginny asked immediately.
'It's getting worked on now.' Hermione answered, as she took a seat on Ginny's bed.
'I'm so nervous.' Ginny said in a small voice.
'It'll be fine.'
'What about Harry? He hasn't been snooping has he? Because if he caught glimpse of my dress...' Ginny trailed off.
Hermione put a firm hand on Ginny's shoulder. 'Stop worrying. I took care of it. The food is cooked, the place is cleaned, the invitations are out. It's all be done.' Hermione said, as if she were an expert on such matters.
Ginny smiled and nodded. 'Thanks Hermione. This means loads to me and Harry... how is he, really?'
'He is nervous, but in a good way. He wants to make sure that you are happy no matter what.' Hermione answered truthfully.
Ginny let out a deep breath. 'Dumbledore should be here any moment. Mum said she cooked special tonight for the rehearsal dinner.' Ginny commented, trying to think up light conversation.
'Yes,' Hermione agreed. 'Dumbledore sent an owl to your mum saying he would floo in five minutes. Really, all that's left is the rehearsal and the wedding. Then you're done.' She said to her.
Ginny laughed.
'What?' Hermione asked her.
Ginny smiled widely. 'We weren't even going to have a rehearsal in the first place. The wedding is so tiny... there is almost no point. But it's a reason to have mum cook a big dinner, so Harry's satisfied.' She told her giggling.
'What about a... you know...honeymoon? You never said anything...' Hermione asked, trailing off and looking slyly.
Ginny sighed and explained, 'We're not having anything like a day to ourselves. We couldn't because of all the danger. We'll just have to celebrate sometime at Hogwarts.' She then caught Hermione's sly look.
'You're not thinking that we would... No?' She said, looking surprised, yet shocked that Hermione would even suggest something like that.
Hermione held her hands up in defense. 'What! You're getting married!' She said in a girly voice.
'I know... but mum sat me down and had a... talk about it.' Ginny said, feeling herself blush.
Hermione still looked sly.
'Stop looking at me that way!' Ginny protested, but smiling as well. 'She made me promise we wouldn't do anything... because I am fifteen and all.' Ginny said not looking too put out.
'Well, why aren't you upset about it?' Hermione asked her incredulously.
Ginny shrugged. 'Harry and I talked about it as well. We've agreed that we're too young. And, anyways the wedding is under certain circumstances. Besides,' Ginny said in a strict voice, yet she was still smiling widely, 'How would I explain to all the other girls that pregnant!'
Hermione giggled. 'You won't get pregnant if you take precautions.'
'Hermione, I know that. It's just the fact that we're too young. We've agreed when the time is right... and right now, it is not the time.' Ginny said wiping the smile off her face and looking serious.
Hermione stopped giggling. 'I know, I know. I was just kidding around with you.' She said rolling her eyes.
'Honestly, I can't believe you would suggest that Harry and I do it... you're supposed to be the responsible one.' Ginny mumbled.
'I told you I was joking, okay?' Hermione insisted.
Ginny let it go because at the moment, her mum burst through the door looking anxious.
'Are we ready? Albus is here, and we should begin before night falls.' Molly said to Ginny and Hermione, who put on big smiles and walked out of the room quickly.
The rehearsal had begun. Harry and Ginny were at the alter (conveniently fixed by the twins) and Dumbledore was having them go through what to do. They practiced their vows and the rest of the ceremony. It did not take very long at all.
'I suppose that concludes our rehearsal. You did very well. Does anyone have any questions?' Dumbledore asked as he stood at the alter, before the large Weasley clan. Not many people were there, but it was enough.
No one said anything, and Dumbledore clapped his hands. 'Great, now I would like a word with Harry and Ginny alone, please.' He said to them with a large smile on his face.
Harry, Ginny, and Dumbledore walked off to the side, infront of the pond and by the cherry orchard. They stood there for a moment waiting for someone to begin speaking. Dumbledore began first.
'So, now that youare about to bemarried, Miss Weasley, your last name will be changed, of course. But, I must tell you, your professors will still call you by your maiden name. In private, I will call you Mrs. Potter, but we really don't want news of your wedding getting out. That is why I asked only for your closest friends to come. Do you understand?' Dumbledore asked them, as he stood picking a cherry off the trees nearby.
Harry and Ginny nodded, they knew that they wouldn't be able to go around parading the fact that they were married.
'You can't tell anyone about your wedding, understood?'
'Yes.' They agreed.
Dumbledore smiled. 'I'm glad that is covered. Thank you.' He said to them gratefully.
Harry looked confused. 'Why?'
'Thank you for doing this.' Dumbledore repeated. 'It was such short notice, not many people would've agreed.'
Harry and Ginny shrugged at each other.
'Well, I know that your mother's pot roast is calling my name, Miss Weasley. Let us go and celebrate.' Dumbledore said looking quite happy.
Harry smiled. 'I'm starved.'
'Men.' Ginny mumbled.
As they sat down to eat, Ron and Hermione looked at them questioningly, but they just shook their heads, telling them that they would explain it all later on.
Ron stood up and raised his glass filled with wine (Mrs. Weasley granted permission on such a wonderful occasion). 'I would like to make a toast to Harry and Ginny; my best mate and little sister.' He began looking happy.
Harry and Ginny looked at each other and smiled.
'I'm glad you find happiness in each other. Congratulations.' Ron said in a short toast. The long toast would come tomorrow, on the official day of the wedding.
Harry began piling food onto his plate and everyone at the table looked happy. They didn't know that Harry could multitask; he was eating with his left hand and holding Ginny's in his right.
'Mum, have the bridesmaids dresses arrived?' Ginny asked her mother.
Mrs. Weasley smiled. 'Yes, they have. I was getting worried, I might've had to sew four dresses in one night. Has Luna called? I know you asked her if she would be a bridesmaid, but I haven't gotten an owl from her or her father?'
'She told me at Hogwarts she'll do it. Her father can't make it, he's been taken ill.' Ginny answered.
'Ginny, how many people answered to the invite?' Hermione asked her.
Ginny looked at Harry. He answered for her.
'I'm pretty sure it was 35 people, but you know some show up unexpected.' Harry answered.
Hermione nodded and went back to eating.
The light conversation continued throughout the rest of the night, while everyone partied for a little while. Dumbledore eventually went home, and all the Weasley's including Hermione and Harry went to bed.
It had been a long day, but when Ginny went to bed she couldn't help but feel relieved that it was finally happening.
Finished.
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