A/N: Alright, this is really fast, so don't expect the next one to be updated as quick as this one. It's just that you have been waiting for so long for this!

Many thanks to KD for betaing! Really.

And here we are...

Nina Tennfjord

"Oh bugger all!" I heard Tonks exclaim as I set foot in the room. She actually looked normal for once. She had her own appearance and it suddenly was so obvious that she was Sirius' cousin once removed.

"It's nice to be Hermione's closest female friends, isn't it?" I smirked while waving my wand at the vase Tonks had managed to drop with her cane. She was wearing very nice and very un-Tonks-like robes that matched mine.

"Yeah…" Tonks was picking at the front of her robes. "Ruddy robes. It's bad enough I used to be unable to set one foot in a room without stumbling over or making something crash, let alone having to depend on a cane, which, let's be honest, makes everything worse…but she makes me wear dress robes!"

"Ginny!" I heard the woman that was very fast degrading from her position as my best friend exclaim hysterically behind me. "We have to check the food every minute. Lord knows what the twins are going to do with it!"

"I'll check," I tried to calm her. Her mum gave me a look that clearly said that I was trying to fight a long lost battle here and even Tonks snorted.

"The flowers…" Hermione continued as if I'd said nothing, "They'll need a second look before we start. Oh, and a third!"

"I'll take care of everything," I nodded.

"And first and foremost…" Hermione took my hand very seriously in hers, "Don't let Ron and me see each other until it starts."

Oh yes…Muggle superstition! I reckon it's bloody nonsense to not see each other on your wedding day, but it couldn't really harm anybody to keep Hermione from my brother. Merlin knows what those two would do when they saw each other! Especially with Hermione being the nervous wreck she was…

"Hermione, dear," her mother took her by her shoulders, "Let's put the finishing touches on your appearance, all right?" She turned to me. "Would you be a dear and help us?"

"I'll check if the twins are keeping their promise to act Muggle-like," Tonks said while a grin threatened to break free on her face. Thankfully she turned away before Hermione had a chance to see it.

"The seating arrangements!" Hermione yelled after her as she was being dragged away by her mother to the antechamber where Harry was sitting.

"Ginny, you stay here and make sure Ron and I don't see each other," Hermione said immediately. "Just keep Harry company, okay?"

I looked at her as if she'd gone mental. Was this the same woman that had tried to keep us apart a week ago?

"Oh come on, Ginny!" she snapped, "You're a grown woman for God's sake!"

"Thanks Hermione…" I rolled my eyes. Seriously, how can she be keeping Harry and me apart from each other one day, only to put the two of us in the same room the next?

From the corner of my eye, I saw Harry gesture 'What did I do?' to Hermione. She simply shook her head exasperatedly and entered her room with her mother.

After an hour, Harry and I were both still waiting in chairs next to each other. Why did Hermione ask me to be her Maid of Honour again?

Ron was throwing up in the loo next to Harry and Hermione could be heard in the room next to me, talking loudly and hysterically with her mum about everything that would surely go wrong.

"…and I never should have invited the twins!" Hermione shouted at that moment.

I grimaced, at least she was right about one thing…I mean, I love my brothers, but tact has never been their forte.

Next to me, Harry chuckled. Even after an hour of sitting together, we still weren't talking to each other and probably wouldn't start soon…

"You're bloody impossible, Mum!" Hermione bellowed and the door opened. I winced; for Hermione to swear meant that something was very wrong indeed. But then again, according to Hermione, everything was bound to end terribly the moment she started to plan this wedding.

I looked at her.

"And you!" she continued to scream, pointing at both Harry and me. "You two should stop ignoring each other." Excuse me?!? Ignoring Harry had been her idea! She had been the one to keep us apart! But Hermione still didn't seem to have become skilled at Legilimency as she simply ignored me and continued, "It's bad enough that Fred and George don't want to follow the guidelines…" Ah, that's where she went wrong! If you want to keep the twins in line you have to set them rules, not guidelines. Ron definitely should know that by now. "…I set them so that this wedding at least would seem like a Muggle one! You two are the best man and Maid of Honour! You can't ignore each other, that's bloody impossible!" Hermione is absolutely daunting when she swears! "You two get your act back together or I will kill you!"

"And have your wedding without a best man and Maid of Honour?" I asked before I could help myself. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that Harry was trying very hard to keep himself from bursting out laughing.

Hermione was obviously seething. "I don't care! I will not let you ruin my wedding day because you are not talking to each other!" And with that, she turned around and walked away. Her mother caught my eye and with an apologetic smile, she followed Hermione.

It would probably be best for me not to follow them.

Unfortunately, that meant I had to stay next to Harry and whatever threat Hermione might pose, I would not start talking.

And so we sat there, not talking. Occasionally, Ron's head would poke around the door to disappear again very soon and with every passing minute the wedding came closer. Bugger! I would have to dance with Harry! We couldn't just…

"When I got out of the final battle," Harry suddenly started to speak, "I was exhausted. We went to St Mungo's and I decided then and there that I couldn't do this anymore. I'd fought for my life ever since I became part of this world and what did I get in return? My parents, Sirius, Dumbledore, Hagrid, Gabrielle, Kingsley, Dawlish and many more were dead. Tonks was severely injured. Percy had nearly died spying for the Order… Of course, I'd just killed Voldemort and saved the wizarding world from a life of terror…but what about me?" He paused as if to decide what to tell me next. "I decided to become a Seeker. Angelina'd told me that Wood had signed for the Cannons and Ron encouraged me to actually try out. I never thought I would make it, that I would be good enough for professional Quidditch…but as Wood put it, it wasn't difficult to be better than the others that had turned up for tryouts." I rolled my eyes; they were the Cannons for crying out loud! "And then, one day in November, Mad-Eye and Tonks came to find me. They had some trouble with some Dark Arts close to where I was practising Quidditch.

The team of Aurors they'd put on the case didn't seem to be able to make even the littlest bit of progress. They all but begged me to help them. With my experience, they said, it wouldn't take longer than a week or two." Another rolling of my eyes. "I didn't regret not being an Auror, but I was curious and wanted to know what it would be like, so I said 'yes'. After all, they had done so much during the war…the least I could do, was help them."

"Oh yes," I broke my resolution not to talk before I could stop myself, "because you didn't do anything during the war!"

He smiled at me as if I had just proved his point and continued, "I loved it in the beginning. The excitement, the anxiety, the planning…Tonks had helped me disguise myself so the other Aurors wouldn't recognize me. I had openly refused to become an Auror and we didn't want to attract any more attention to me, so I would operate under a secret identity. It was everything I had expected it to be." Suddenly, the look in his eyes got darker. "But then it got harder. Two Aurors got severely injured and another one disappeared for a few days. We only found her the moment we captured the group that worshipped the Dark Arts…she was severely injured and dehydrated. When I got home that evening, Luna was waiting for me to break up with me. I didn't even finish our conversation, but disappeared to Ron and Hermione's party." He took a deep breath. "With every step that I took, every turn that I made, I saw visions of people I had hurt, people that could get hurt because of me. You, Cedric, Sirius…I just…I couldn't stay around anymore and pretend to be happy, so I left the party very soon and retreated to the Burrow because I knew nobody would be there. If I went to my place, Luna might show up and I really didn't want to see her right then. And Grimmauld Place…" He laughed a hollow laugh. "I was happily brooding until you came crashing in and started to lecture me about being a sodding prat. It wasn't until after you left to make that tea that I realized how right you were. I wasn't the only person who made decisions and I couldn't take all responsibility for everything that went wrong in the world."

"Too right you can't," I muttered darkly.

He grinned. "It was the first conversation that made me actually realize you weren't Ron's little sister anymore. You hadn't been for a long time, but for some reason I'd never taken the time to realize it. Still, life went on and I focused on Quidditch more than anything else. On a visit at Remus and Tonks', she asked me if they could call on me if they ever needed me again and I agreed, as long as it wouldn't interfere with Quidditch. Together with Mad-Eye and Ron, we decided that it would be safer for me to operate abroad. Less chance of being recognized, you see."

I had turned around in understanding. He was a bloody, buggering Auror! "You're an Auror!" I exclaimed.

"Part-time Auror…" he corrected me sheepishly.

"Harry…"

"It's OK. As I already told you, I actually like it. I've always wanted to become an Auror…don't you…don't you ever wonder what it would be like to be a Healer?"

I nodded, "Yes, I do. But I know that I could never be a full-time Healer…I mean, I could never give up flying…" I looked up at him and saw a look in his eyes that I had never seen there before. And in that moment I knew we understood each other perfectly.

"I'm sorry, Gin, I should have told you."

"No, you shouldn't have. You were following orders, I understand."

He grabbed my hand. "If my girlfriend doesn't deserve to know then who does?"

I smiled a little sadly. "I'm not actually your girlfriend anymore."

"Yes. Well, don't hate me, but I absolutely take full responsibility for that."

I actually didn't know how to answer that, so I decided to change the conversation back to him being a part-time Auror…the Ministry probably made that up just so they could engage him. "Do you…how…" I faltered, not really knowing how I could ask him what I wanted to ask.

"When the League ended, Ron…actually, do you remember when Ron was being a prat about you losing?"

I nodded, how could I not remember?

"When Tonks came to get me because Ron wanted to talk to me, he actually had a proposition for me. Whether or not I would make it into the National Team, I would have more opportunities to go abroad, either with the team or because I wouldn't practice that much anymore. They appointed me to this case that was being worked on by both British and French Aurors. Ron was working on it here and they were meeting a dead end. We…I was giving a whole new appearance by Tonks and Mad-Eye got me a new identity. During the day I was 'Harry Potter, Quidditch Extraordinaire', but during the night I was…"

"…an Auror…" I muttered and he nodded.

"And I didn't really find Snuffles after practice," he grinned. "But you already knew that. He helped us when we were in Spain, but got hit with a curse. They were going to kill him when I got there. Beutel's girlfriend is a veterinarian and she patched him up just fine."

"And the…" Again, I didn't have to finish my sentence, since Harry seemed to be able to read my mind…wait…

"I had to…" he started, but I interrupted him immediately.

"You're not using Legilimency to see into my thoughts, are you?" I said apprehensively. What if he saw that I still…er…I mean…

"No!" he laughed. "Merlin, no! I'm rubbish at both Legilimency and Occlumency…Snape at least was right about that."

"Good," I nodded firmly.

He smiled and continued softly, "It was Tonks. She disguised herself so I could report back to her several times a week. Most of the time we had dinner…"

That explained a lot. Like how Tonks seemed to know Harry wasn't cheating on me. But it didn't explain Nina Tennfjord… "But…that Tennfjord witch! Where does she fit into the picture?"

Harry looked at me as if I'd gone mental. "Nina Tennfjord…Nymphadora Tonks…" he finally said.

Oh…

"The Tennfjords were very good to us during the war," he smiled. "They gave us the opportunity to infiltrate into the pureblood community since the Tennfjord family kept a neutral appearance to the public. Tonks has been Nina Tennfjord for a very long time."

"Why didn't anyone tell me stuff like this during the war?" I exclaimed.

"Gin…" Harry started.

"Right…classified Auror information, I get it." More out of habit than anything I checked my watch that now read 'About to be late for the wedding'…

"Oh bugger…if we don't get downstairs with Ron in ten minutes, Hermione will most definitely kill us. Believe me, I know."

I hadn't even finished my sentence or Harry stood in front of the door to the loo, knocking on it loudly. "Come out, mate," he said. "Your wedding is starting and we wouldn't want it to be without you."

The door opened slowly to reveal a green looking Ron.

"Wha-?" he muttered.

"Hermione is waiting for you," Harry smiled encouragingly.

"She's changed her mind, hasn't she?" Ron said.

"Of course not," Harry answered.

"She's smart, of course she has."

"She will if you don't hurry up and get downstairs and to the aisle," I berated him as I went to stand in between him and Harry. "You know that deal we made about not minding each others business?"

Ron nodded hesitantly.

"I take it back. Right now, I'm meddling with your life and right now, that will be by pulling you…" I grabbed his ear. "…downstairs."

"Ginny, that hurts!" he exclaimed.

I released his ear. "If you love Hermione, as we both know you do, you will trust her to make the right decision."

Ron was quiet for so long that Harry grabbed his arm and started to say something, "You know as well…"

"Thanks Gin," Ron interrupted him smiling.

"Anytime," I smiled back, ignoring the fact that he'd just called me 'Gin'. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to go and meet the bride to tell her you haven't changed your mind yet."

"Tell her I love her," Ron called after me as I started down the stairs.

As I walked down the aisle in front of Hermione and saw the look on Ron's face, I remembered something about when we were little. You see, when growing up, Bill and Charlie were away most of the year at Hogwarts. Percy always was to be found with his nose in his books and Fred and George were always together, trying to pull off pranks. So Ron and I just kind of got left together to entertain each other. Of course, I was the girl and therefore wasn't really allowed to play Quidditch, but we lived on the country and sometimes Ron and I would sneak out to play a game outside or go swimming in the pond…although I wasn't really allowed to do that too after getting illegal swimming lessons from Charlie at the age of two.

Sometimes we would be obedient and stay inside to play games. Most of the time, this occurred when Mum had just finished baking cookies and we…well, I, since I somehow always managed to get away with more…begged for some to play 'house'. I remember one particularly well…Mum had just read me a story about this Boy Who Lived. He was a hero and had managed to do so much even though he'd been smaller than I was. So, the day that followed that wonderful story happened to be very stormy. Mum had baked her cookies and Ron and I were sitting at the kitchen table with our mugs of tea and plate of cookies. It was my turn to come up with the characters and after thinking very long about it, I decided I would be the famous Quidditch Chaser Ginevra Weasley and Ron could be Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived.

Ron didn't agree with my choice of characters. 'I don't want to be the stupid boy who lived,' he told me. 'Why can't we be Mum and Dad? Harry Potter doesn't even exist!' Now, I couldn't let my hero be insulted like that, 'Harry Potter does essist and I will marry him,' I answered him hotly. I was five and not very good with the letter 's'.

But that isn't really the point. You see, many people that got to know him at Hogwarts; got to know him as a boy that wanted to be special. He wanted to excel at something, but being the youngest of six brothers doesn't make that really easy. The problem was that they got him all wrong. I was the one that wanted to excel at something. I've always been the little girl and wanted to prove that I could be more. Ron just wanted a normal and easy life…he always wanted to be 'Mum' and 'Dad' instead of someone famous.

The first few years at school he kind of forgot me. We used to be very close, but the moment Harry and Hermione came in the picture, I would be out of it. At first I was jealous of it. How dare he let another girl take my place. She knew him only a year while I had known him my whole life! I can prove it; I have many scars from our games…

My opinion of Hermione changed the moment I met her in my second year. She was something to be reckoned with and she understood Ron even though she didn't really realize it right then. I didn't really either; it took me another year and a Yule ball to see the obvious…unfortunately, it took them another year and a Won-Won to realize what all of us had seen all along.

He finally found the 'Mum' to his 'Dad'.

Of course, Ron and Hermione fight a lot more than Mum and Dad, but Mum is the one always fussing around and trying to get everything right, just like Hermione. And I know none of us have ever told Ron, but we all think he's a lot like Dad. He can be very enthusiastic about something stupid without anyone agreeing with him (Cannons anyone?) but when it comes to it, you know you can count on him.

And they absolutely make each other happy.

At that moment, I caught Harry's eye and he winked. Knowing that I wouldn't survive this day if I started giggling, I stifled my laugh immediately. I would just have to make sure that I didn't look Harry right in his eyes during the ceremony, wouldn't I?

"Dearly beloved," the priest started to say and as I looked at Ron and Hermione, I knew that nothing would get in the way of those two getting happily married.

"You will dance with Harry!"

This was coming from the person that had dragged me away from a Quidditch match a mere week before this wedding when there was a slight possibility that Harry and I would see each other. So I told her so.

"You can go back to hating him after the wedding," she muttered from the corner of her mouth. We were posing for the photos and in a few moments the ball would begin. "Right now, people expect you to behave and dance together."

"Give it a rest, Hermione," Ron's calm voice came from her other side. Hermione's cheeks immediately turned red, but at least she shut up for the time it took to make the picture.

And as the following pictures would be made with the married couple only, I quickly escaped to the dance room.

"Not so fast!" Harry's still familiar voice stopped me at the entrance of the room. "I believe we have to dance."

"Do we?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't you hear Hermione?" he grinned.

"Well…" I said, trying to escape from his arms. "Shouldn't she be here then?"

"She'll be here in a minute…let's dance."

"You can't even dance."

"You'll dance and I'll try not to step on your toes."

"One dance."

And indeed, after one dance, he kissed my hand and walked away…for some reason, grinning widely.

"I see you two patched things up," Tonks said as I sat down next to her.

"Yeah…" I nodded, "So…Nina Tennfjord, eh?"

Tonks grimaced. "Sorry for that, but it really wasn't my place to tell you."

I smiled. "At least it explains why you and Ron were the only two that kept assuring me that Harry wasn't cheating on me."

Tonks grinned.

"Hello ladies." Remus came walking towards us with three Butterbeers in his hands. How Hermione managed to explain that to her Muggle relatives, I don't know, but I was really grateful for it.

"Hi Remus!" I grinned happily as I took one of the bottles from him. "How's the full moon been?"

He smiled tiredly. "I have known better times…but this party more than makes up for it. So tell me, was it just my mind playing tricks on me or were you dancing with Harry?"

My face broke into an even bigger grin.

A/N: (really big grin on my face from reading this) Happy now?