Chapter 28

Over the next week Harry and Lyn continued to share a bed. They always started out in their own rooms but one of them would always end up seeking out the other sometime during the night. Harry often went to check on Lyn and even if she was sleeping soundly would gently crawl into bed beside her. One night Lyn awoke shaking from another bad dream. Longing for comfort, she quietly made her way to Harry's room. She tried not to wake him as she slid down beside him. Harry however, was not sleeping deeply and soon wrapped his arms around her. He could feel her body shivering. "Bad dream?" She burrowed against him and nodded her head. "It's alright. Just stay with me tonight." Harry was pleased that she had felt comfortable enough to seek him out when she needed him. There was no more talk. Harry simply held her close and waited for her body to relax. It was becoming routine for them.

Ron must have mustered up some courage from Harry, because just a week after school had been out Hermione and Ron invited Harry and Lyn to the Burrow for the day, where they announced their engagement. Mrs. Weasley was overjoyed for all of them and quickly set about making plans. Lyn suggested they hold a double wedding. Everyone jumped at the idea and it was decided that both couples would be wed on June 20th, just a week away. Mrs. Weasley, flew into a spinning tornado to get everything done in time. It was going to be a simple affair. The guest list was small. It included all the Weasley's of course, Hermione's parents, members of the Order, and some school friends. Evelyn was obviously not going to invite her parents. Since Lyn wouldn't have a father to give her away, Mr. Weasley gladly stepped up to do the honors. The Dursley's wouldn't have come, even if they had been invited, which they were not. Emotions and excitement ran high as the day soon approached.

It was a beautiful summer day, and the field behind the Burrow was pleasantly decorated with flowers, tents, and chairs. Ron and Harry where in an upstairs bedroom of the Burrow getting ready. Harry was nervously trying to flatten his hair.

"Give it up mate," Ron grinned. "It never lays flat and I doubt anyone expects it to. You look fine. How do I look?" Ron asked uncertainly as he struck a tall pose.

"You look simply dashing," Lyn said, closing the door behind her. Both men jumped in surprise at her sudden entrance. "Little jumpy? Not thinking of backing out are you? Because you know it would break Hermione's heart and I for one just won't allow it," Lyn teased, giving Ron a pat on the shoulder. Harry was momentarily stunned as Lyn gracefully walked around the room, her white dress flowing along behind her. The fabric of her dress was light and airy, swirling around her figure when she turned, accentuating her petite curves. Sheer, elegantly embroidered sleeves encased her long arms. Harry was pleased that she had decided to wear her hair down. Only the front was slightly pulled back and held in place by a glistening band of silver that matched her earrings. A few loose curls sat lightly against her temples and forehead. Harry had never seen anything so gorgeous. Under his intent gaze Lyn's cheeks became quite rosy and her eyes had never seemed brighter.

"What are you doing here? I thought we weren't supposed to see the brides until the ceremony, something about bad luck," Harry said while trying to fix his tie with fumbling hands.

"Oh please, I never was much good at following those kinds of rules," Lyn said happily, walking to Harry and fixing the tie herself. "Unfortunately, I couldn't convince Hermione of the foolishness of the tradition," Lyn said.

"You didn't tell me how I look," Harry teased her. Lyn stepped back and rubbed her chin, looking him over.

"You look quite handsome my dear," Lyn replied. "But it's your turn to admire me." Lyn smiled spun around, making her dress wrap elegantly around her.

"You look absolutely amazing Lyn." Harry pulled her in and gave her a kiss.

Ron cleared his throat. Lyn pulled away from Harry. "Yes, I better be going. See you in a few minutes. And Ron don't worry, Hermione is nervous too. But it's going to be wonderful!" Lyn said, giving Ron a quick, sisterly kiss on the cheek.

Evelyn was right, as she usually was. The day went off flawlessly. It was one of the most nerve racking and happiest moments of their lives. The ceremony had been heartfelt and sincere. Lyn had finally gotten her ring. Harry was pleased that it fit her. The jeweler had given him a skeptical look when he told him he needed a size 4 engagement ring. Harry had slipped it easily on to her slender finger. Their first kiss as husband and wife was innocent and sweet, and because of the audience, they both had ended up in a fit of joyous giggles. There was a lot of food and a lot of dancing. As the celebration drew out, Harry was finding it harder and harder to focus on being social with the guests. His eyes sought out his bride when she wasn't next to him and as he watched her dance with several people, his desire for her grew. As the sun was setting Harry came to stand next to Lyn as she was talking to Luna and her father. Harry circled her waist with his hand and whispered secretively into her ear, "I can't wait to get you out of that dress."

Lyn almost chocked on her drink and her face blushed deeply. She felt her heart speed up. Recovering quickly she said, "I…thank you for coming. It was so nice to have you here." Lyn said to Luna and her father.

"Come along father. Harry and Lyn need a moment alone." Luna said in her usual ethereal voice. The two glided away to talk to Ginny and George.

Lyn turned around to face Harry, still blushing madly. She opened her eyes wide and tilted her head as if trying to scold him for catching her off guard with his remark. Harry only laughed and pulling her in for a kiss. "You're adorable."

Lyn looked at him slyly, "Yes, well, that may be but…"

"You can't blame me." Harry interrupted, "You're the one that looks like a goddess in that dress." Harry kissed her again and said softly, "May I take my lady home?"

Lyn felt her legs go soft. He was smiling down at her with longing in his deep green eyes. She whispered, "One last dance with me, then I am all yours." Harry grinned deeply and led her to the dance floor.

After both couples had their last dance the guests all gave them a big farewell, complete with fireworks, courtesy of Fred and George.

Harry and Lyn stepped through the fireplace at Grimmauld Place and Harry quickly swept up his new bride into his arms. Lyn let out a surprised laugh as her feet were literally swept out from under her. "What are you doing?"

"Carrying you across the threshold…or I will be once we reach our room." Harry smiled.

Lyn let out a nervous laugh. "You sure you want to carry me all the way up the stairs?" Lyn said.

"Of course! You are light as a feather my love." Harry said, kissing her forehead.

Lyn didn't doubt Harry's strength as he mounted the stairs with ease. She felt his hard muscles press into her back and legs, squeezing her gently. Lyn felt her heart start to pump hard with anticipation as Harry reached the bedroom and kicked open the door. Harry gently put Lyn back on her feet. He was delighted to hear her gasp as her eyes traveled over the room. Harry had wanted to do something special for her. With the help of Ginny the room had been transformed. The bed had a new, plump, light blue bedspread on it. The curtains were a shear, blue and tan fabric that softened the room considerably. Every table, and windowsill was covered with bouquets of flowers in various varieties and colors. The affect took Lyn's breath away. "Wow…It's beautiful! How did you…"

"I had some help from a friend." Harry shrugged. He watched Lyn move to a vase of flowers and inhale deeply.

"Was this friend a girl by chance?" Lyn said with a smirk.

"Perhaps." Harry shrugged.

Lyn laughed than said with a teasing smile, "I'm not sure how I feel about another woman being in my husband's bedroom."

Harry laughed and moved to her with lightning speed. He took her by the waist and gently began kissing her as he slowly pushed her backwards. Harry gently pushed her back against the wall and leaned into her, deepening their kiss. When he pulled away he said, "I wouldn't worry about that. You're the one I chose. You're all I want." Harry kissed her lightly and whispered, " I love you….let me show you."

Lyn's heart quickened as she felt his warm breath graze her cheek. He pushed his body against hers and wrapped his hands around to her back and up into her hair. His lips crashed into hers with intense desire. Harry broke their kiss and said, "Turn around." Lyn did as he asked and she felt his fingers move her hair around to one shoulder. She heard him inhale deeply as his head bent to softly kiss her neck. "You always smell so good." Lyn felt goosebumps tingle along her body. Harry's hands slowly undid the buttons that trailed down the back of her gown. Lyn grew a bit tense as his hands began to travel farther down her back and graze her exposed skin. Harry sensed her nervousness and in a desire to calm her whispered, "It's alright. We'll take it slow. I'll be ever so gentle." He then went back to kissing her neck. One hand encircled her waist protectively while the other hand pushed the shoulder of her dress down. His kisses followed. As Harry slowly slid the shoulders of her gown down and kissed her exposed skin he heard Lyn sigh and felt her body relax. Harry turned her around so he could see her face. She was flushed and biting her lower lip. Harry let his mouth find hers again. As they kissed Harry became aware of her hands pushing away his vest. He helped her remove it and before he could start kissing her again she said shyly, "You better get rid of that shirt too." Harry quickly obliged. Lyn found herself once again up against the wall with Harry's firm and naked chest pressing in on her. She breathed in the smell of his skin and let her hands wander around his muscular arms and back and into his thick hair. The feel of his bare skin under her hands set her body on fire. She became aware of Harry's gentle hands pulling her gown further down her arms as his hands sought out her curves. They became lost inside one another. Each inhaling the others essence. Their bodies seemed to instinctively know what the other needed and wanted. When at last their bodies had become one they fell into a blissful sleep.