(The day of the wedding, at Hogwarts, in a tent like Bill and Fleur's)

Ginny nervously adjusted her wedding dress. It was perfect, but she wasn't sure Harry would..approve. It was dangerously low cut and hugged her curves in a rather seductive way. Of course, everyone there would be knowing that she was getting married, but all the same. The dress was a bit flashy. Then there was the ever standing issue of Ron. He had seen Hermione's dress and had told her it was perfect; but then he found out that Viktor Krum, an old flame of Hermione's, would be attending the wedding and had immediately told Hermione the dress made he look far too available. Harry had invited him, them being friends. Ron did not feel the same way. Ginny knew that he hated Krum. She knew Harry meant no harm, but she had easily figured that Ron would react similar to Hermione when she saw Lavender. Harry hadn't spoken to Cho and had purposely not invited her to the wedding, as Ginny had not contacted any of her ex boyfriends since each individual breakup.

"Ginny?" Hermione asked, looking up from her book.
"Yeah." Ginny said, absentmindedly twirling a piece of her hair around her finger.
"Ron isn't happy. About Vikt- about Krum."
"I know, just let him, Krum, congratulate you, then turn your focus back to Ron. Simple as that. I know Harry would freak out if I invited Micheal or Dean."
"You're right. Everything will be fine." Hermione said.

Hermione felt she could breathe freely. All day Krum did not show up. Ginny and Harry said their vows and Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley both teared up, their only daughter being married away. Hermione caught Ron's eye as Harry and Ginny kissed, the entire crowd clapping. Ginny was beaming when they pulled apart and Harry looked happier than he had in years, tears shining in his eyes. They led the way to the dance floor, wrapped in each other's embrace. One of Harry's hands was on Ginny's waist, the other in one of her hands. Slowly coupled flooded out onto the golden dance floor, swaying back and forth to the music. Hermione eagerly held Ron's hand and danced with him, smiling encouragingly. The way the dress was cut, her back was bare and one of his hands was on the bare spot, his hands were slightly rough from several years of Quidditch. She kissed his cheek lightly, trying to keep him in a good mood, lest Krum was to turn up. But, it seemed apparent Krum wouldn't be coming-

Ron tensed up. His jaw tightened and his gaze sharpened. Hermione knew what was coming.
"Er-my-oh-ninny." Viktor said from behind him.
"Viktor! My lovely husband Ron. So sorry you couldn't come to the wedding, seems the owl who..er..sent it got lost." Hermione said, emphasizing the word "husband". Ron glared at Viktor.
"Vou look very lovely." said Viktor, taking her hand to kiss. Ron balled his fists.
"That's not for you to decide." Ron gritted out, his eyes hard on Krum.
"I vas merely vaying she looks vonderful."
"Say that again and I'll hex you into oblivion."
"Ron!" Hermione said, tugging his hand. "Shall we get some, uh, champagne?" Ron refused to move but continued glaring at Krum.
"You go." Ron growled. Hermione shyly went to where Harry and Ginny were standing, talking to Fleur and Bill. Harry was sipping a glass of champagne.
"So, when is the baby due?" Harry asked, threading an arm around Ginny's waist.
"She will be born in May." Fleur said, giving a sappy look to Bill.
"Brilliant." said Harry. "We aren't planning for a youngster." Ginny nodded, her beaming face framed by her curled red hair.

Hermione was about to congradulate them when a hand on her shoulder interruped her. Her insitict was Ron and she soun around, about to kiss him when she thoughtlessly flickered her eyes a small bit and was greeted by black brown. Not blue. She leapt away from him, with a small shriek and toppled into Harry, accidentelly slopping champagne over them.
"Sorry, Harry!" Hermione squeaked, flicking her wand to right their clothes and siphone the champagne from the floor and their dress robes.
"It's alright, it's alright. Hullo, Viktor, been so long!" Harry laughed, greeting Viktor. Hermione felt herself blush as Viktor again complemented her.
"Vould it 'e alright if I had a vord with 'Er-my-oh-ninny?" Krum asked, leading Hermione away to a table. "I never did get over vou. I very much vould like to per'aps get to know vou better."
"Oh! I'm married though!"
"Ve could run away together."
"No! I love my husband very much, thank you." Hermione said crossly.
"He has a very dreadvul temper."
"No. He. Does. Not." said Hermione, seething with anger.
"You deserve better than him. He cannot even afford new robes." Viktor said, gesturing to Ron's second hand robes.
"He is perfect. Get away from me." Hermione growled, getting up from the table.
Krum grabbed her wrist, tearing the sleeve of her dress. Hermione smacked his hand away and marched over to Ron, who was sulking in a corner, something trailing from his ear.
"He's right." Ron said softly.
"What? Don't be silly."
"No. You deserve better. I can't even afford a new dress for my wife."
"Stop. Stop right there. You're all I could ever want!"
"You're like a godess and then there's me. Tall, scrawny, freckly and poor. You should have turned around when you could." Ron's eyes sparkled with unshed tears.
"Stop! You're beautiful! You're lean, not scrawny. And your freckles are like the cherry on top of the ice cream. Who cares if we don't have as much money as the next wizard? I'll be getting a job soon, you've got a bright future in the Auror Office. How could you think that, Ron?" Hermione looked up into his face and didn't break her gaze.
"I'm rubbish-"
"Don't you dare!" She said shrilly. "You. Are. Perfect." She growled, without rage, just fervor. Ron cowered slightly.
"Harry's coming over." Ron said softly, wiping his face on the sleeve of his dark blue dress robes.
"Ron, Hermione. How're you?" Harry was beaming and hugged each of them.
"Excellent, where are you off to for the honeymoon?" Hermione said cheerfully.
"Ginny had her heart set on somewhere without snow, but that's all I'm telling you. We really just want alone time, no owls, no contacts with the outside world."
"I see. Well, excited about tonight?"
Harry's cheeks reddened. He rolled his eyes, nodded curtly to them then left to find Ginny.
"As I was saying, you are perfect." Hermione whipped back into their argument.
Ron dropped his gaze to his large feet. "'M sorry, you'd never leave me..right?" It was a plead, not a statement.
"Never."

Ginny tucked her hand into Harry's as they talked to relatives who were quite eager to sneak a glance at Harry's scar.
"Uh huh, just like that! Voldemort aimed a curse at me, Harry leaped in front of my and got the full force of the curse, then Dumbledore stabbed this little crown thing with a fang (from a basilisk) and then Harry jumped up from the ground, started dueling with Voldemort, Dumbledore disappeared and a few seconds later came back being chased by a big ass snake then Neville ran over, killed the snake and then just like that! Harry killed him, Voldemort." Ginny was saying. The red-haired relatives clapped loudly. Harry nervously smiled, feeling slightly self-conscious. After all, he alone did not defeat Voldemort. He had instintcly jumped in front of Ginny, knowing what would come. But instead he had kind of entered a King's Cross like place, it was kind of like the Great Hall. There he had been visited by his parents. His mother and father. It took a lot of will power but he went back into battle, when he could have joined his parents. Now he knew he had made the right choice, standing with his beautiful wife. She was his wife!

Experimentally, he laid a hand on the back of Ginny's dress then crept downwards, so his hand was placed strategically on her backside. Ginny glanced at him and licked her lips in the slowest fashion ever. His thoughts flickered from the story of Voldemort's downfall to what would go on tonight. He had been waiting so long to hold her, sleep with her and worship her body. His Ginny.
"Excuse us, please." Ginny said sweetly to yet another red haired cousin. The girl nodded as they walked over to an empty table and sat down.
"None of that, Potter."
"It doesn't help when you do that..licking thing. Makes me think about where that tongue's been."
"Hmm..like this?" Ginny's tongue darted out to moisten her lips, then her fantastically white teeth peeked out to nibble her lower lip. Harry's thoughts flashed to the last time she saw him nude and had given him a blowjob. His pants became painfully tighter.
"Stop it, Potter." Harry murmured, adjusting his robes.
Ginny grinned. "I won't get tired of hearing that." She dipped her hand down the front of her dress and withdrew her wand.
"Good place for a wand."
"Well seeing as you're the only one going down there, it seemed pretty damn smart."
"So if you're in public and we have to duel with someone..?"
"Hmph, but yes." Ginny said huffily, innocently placing a hand on his lap.
"Gin..stop.." murmured Harry, as Ron and Hermione approached their table.
"Hi Ginny, Harry!" Hermione said brightly.
"Why's your face all red, Harry?" Ron asked, taking a swig of Butterbeer.
"Erm.." Harry stammered.
"His face isn't red." Ginny said, tilting her head slightly. Her fingers, hidden by the table, were rubbing him slowly through his trousers.
"Uh yeah it is. Well, come to think of it, it's pretty hot in here." said Ron fairly, wiping a droplet of sweat from his forehead.
"Really hot." Harry said, trying not to cry out as Ginny's pace increased.
"When do you two leave, for the honeymoon?"
"Come to think of it, we should be saying our goodbyes." Ginny said smartly, pulling her hand away from Harry's lap. Harry signed and took a long gulp of butterbeer.
"When do you get back?"
"We're only taking 3 weeks away."
Ron gave a little fake cough that sounded like a sarcastic "Only!" but Hermione whacked him over the head with her purse.
"So we will be back around August."
"Mate, can I have a minute with you, over here?" Ron said, gesturing to a out of the tent. The weather outside was warm and bright.
"What?" Harry asked, as the walked across the sunlight grounds.
"You might be married to her, but she's still my baby sister. You hurt her, I hurt you." Harry had figured this was coming. And he had his retort ready.
"And Hermione is like mine. You hurt her, I hurt you." Harry said turning on Ron.
"You think I'd hurt her?" Ron said puzzled.
"You think I'd hurt Ginny?"
"Well, no, but I mean, you could get her pregnant!"
"We're married."
"Yeah, but, she's only 18. At least wait til she's 20."
"You'd ought to be careful with Hermione, too. In case you didn't notice, she's got scars, emotionally and physically. Ever thought when you two shag it might bloody well hurt her?"
Ron's face fell. He scratched the back of his head, as he did when he was ashamed of himself. "I try to be gentle." Ron said quietly, letting silence reign.
"I didn't mean it like you try to hurt her, I was just..well, I mean.." Harry stammered, not catching Ron's eye
"Rubbish aren't I? Can't get my wife new dress robes, have to live in a second hand home."
"Come off it! Hermione loves you. Aren't you the one who helped her after the incident?"
"Damn! I forgot!"
"Huh?"
"Mione said I could beat of Malfoy once we're out of school! And I still haven't pulverized him!"
"Ron. Don't. I don't think Hermione needs reminding of the man who defiled her."
"Yeah well, don't be blunt with it, like about tonight. Girls go mental if they think you just want the shagging (which we do), so take a little time, tell her you love her, a few roses and chocolate should do. And pray to God that she doesn't have her bitch week while you're on the honeymoon."
"Bitch week?"
"No sex week, you know, one that Fred and George talked to you about?"
"They didn't give me the talk, I read a library book. Her period? The one where you have to stay a foot away from her unless you have chocolate?"
"That's the one. And please, just use Contraceptives."
"God, Ron, it's not like I've never shagged her before."
"Might I remind you that your first time with her was on that rickety old bed in the dead of night."
"And yours was the same."
"Hmph, I made it up to her on the wedding night."
"Yeah well, Ginny doesn't seem the sort for that but sure, I'll toss in a few roses and a little romantic music. How's that?
"Should work. But it's not my fault if she bites your head off."
"Well, I'll see you when we get back." Harry gave Ron a hug and trudged back to the tent, ready for Mrs. Weasley to start crying over them. Hermione gave them both tearful hugs and then ran out of the vicinity, off to find Ron. Many people congradulated them, Hagrid clapped them both on the back, knocking Harry over (to which he hastily apologized) and sobbing hard that they were a match made in heaven told them both that Fang and a stray dog had puppies if they wanted one (they politely declined, knowing that any puppy of Fang's would weigh a ton). Mrs. Weasley hugged them both, sobbing hysterically, saying that her baby daughter and practically son were married now. Fred and George pulled Harry aside and gave him a book that they told him was for "His eyes only" and a wide variety of "adult only" sweets. He peeked into the box to see a large amount of lollies with curious labels. He picked one up;

Cherry Poppin' Berry

Harry flushed. He cautiously picked up another.

Orgy Orange

Shoving the lolly into the box, he nudged Fred who was standing, chatting to Katie Bell.
"Care to explain?" Harry murmured, peeking the lid of the box open to show him the candies, in the action reading another label; Back Door Banana. Fred laughed and told Katie to wait a moment.
"Thought you could use a bit of a nudge for that extra special night." He winked.
"We haven't..you know...since 6 weeks ago. I think we can do without the nudge."
"Right then. You two have fun." Fred took the box from Harry and strode off with his girlfriend, Katie.
Harry (sporting lovely red cheeks) sought off to find Ginny, say their final goodbyes then finally set off. He had to constantly adjust his dress robes, so that no one could see the tenting in his slacks. After what felt like forever, they Apparated to the airport (Arthur Weasley had requested they travel by airplane to get find out how they stay up.) Ginny motioned Harry to follow her.