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And I'm not going to bash anyone. Not Molly or Ginny or anyone. I don't like bashing other characters. The Weasleys are kind and loving people. It's just that they are humans and to err is human, right? Molly's a mother and she, like any other mother, has best intentions for her daughter. She's a human just like us (whoever said she's a fictional character is a muggle who needs to be sent to Azkaban). She's not bad. I don't believe in bashing characters not even Umbridge. Ok sorry well I was just giving you an example. You got the point, right? lol
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Everyone was present at the dinner and everyone congratulated the couple. The living area of the Burrow was glowing because of the beaming Weasley faces. "Dad", said Ginny who's eyes were gleaming because of unshed tears. "Now you don't start crying. Mum has been uncontrollable since morning. I mean she's been crying uncontrollably. If you both are so sad then I don't want to get married. Harry find someone else because my parents are not happy with my marriage", Ginny said and pretended to be serious.
"Ginerva!", shouted Molly. "Don't you say such a thing again."
"Yes Ginny. Mum, dad, Ron and I are very excited about your wedding. We all want to get rid of you as soon as possible. So please do us all a favour. Get married immediately and leave", said George. He was smiling.
Everyone at the table burst out laughing. Percy swatted George's arm.
"My kids have all grown up. Our little Ginny is going to get married, Arthur", said Molly who started crying.
"For everyone's knowledge, no one's going to get my room. I know George and Ron have been eyeing my room and want to transform it into a laboratory for their experiments but I am not giving my room to anyone. Only Hermione is allowed to use my room. And Ron that doesn't mean that you would be able to use my room when you and Hermione get married. My room will always be mine and only Hermione has the permission to use it."
Everyone started laughing, Molly beamed at Ron and Hermione and Bill and Charlie started giving Ron the looks.
Harry looked at Ron and Hermione and noticed that they both became uncomfortable. He was confused at this behaviour of his best friends.
"Ok so now that the announcement has been made, let us celebrate it with a toast and chocolate cake that Ginny helped me bake", said Molly.
"Wait mum. When is the wedding? We have to do a lot of preparations", said Fleur who had a remarkably improved accent.
"Oh yes, mum. It will be a grand celebration", said Bill.
"Don't forget to invite top ministry officials. After all it's the wedding of the youngest and the most beautiful Weasley, Ginny and the Boy Who Defeated You Know Who", said Percy.
"Sorry Harry I..you know that's how the newspaper headlines will be", added Percy realising his mistake.
"Yes, yes it's my dream. Ginny and Harry will have a royal wedding and a grand reception", said Molly who had started playing out the events in her mind.
"I thought you wanted a low profile wedding, Harry. I mean you have never liked attention and all", Hermione said inquiringly.
Molly frowned. "Hermione dear, Harry didn't like attention because people didn't believe him. He was a kid who had a huge responsibility and he obviously didn't want to be the centre of attraction but it's different now. It's not about You-Know-Who anymore. It's about-"
But Harry cut her mid sentence. "Mrs. Weasley, Hermione's right. I don't want a grand wedding reception. I have been in news all my life, ever since I was kid. I just don't want any limelight now. It all reminds me of past which I don't want to remember anymore."
"If Harry wants a simple wedding then that's what we'll have" , said Ginny placing a hand on Harry's.
"Of course, kids. Whatever you want. After all it's your wedding and it's your decision. We are glad that you've decided to spend your lives with each other. Your happiness is what matters to us", said Arthur.
"Well now that everything's decided, let me go and get the cake", said Molly who was clearly not amused but plastered on a smile anyways.
She went inside the kitchen. Harry wouldn't have had any problem if Hermione hadn't interrupted. Doesn't my only daughter deserve a grand celebration? Wedding day is so important to a girl. It's my Ginny's day but Hermione had to ruin it. Why did she have to say it?No Molly. You can't blame the kid. Harry would have said it even if Hermione hadn't interrupted. Hermione knows Harry much better than you. She doesn't have any ulterior motive. She loves Ron and Ha- and she's Ginny's closest friend. She's a good girl and is concerned for Harry.I'm happy as long as my kids are happy.Finally Molly left the kitchen with chocolate cake. With a flick of her wand, numerous plates, glasses and a wine bottle entered the room and settled on the table in front of each person.
"To Harry and Ginny" and the glasses clinked.
Harry looked across the table at Hermione who was having her piece of cake.
He dragged himself a bit more towards the dining table and stretched his leg so that he could touch Hermione's feet. Hermione gasped. She was startled. She looked straight to see Harry who was smirking. Her eyes widened. She looked down at her plate and bit her lower lip. Harry's smirk grew wider at this. She looked at him once again and then hit his feet with her's. No one at the table noticed them and they both kept playfully hitting and dodging each others' feet. Harry then made a pattern with his toe on Hermione's bare foot and Hermione jerked.
"What happened Hermione? Are you fine", asked a worried Audrey (Percy's wife).
"Oh..umm...y-yes. I'm fine Audrey", said Hermione who was still shocked.
"Are you sure Hermione? Have some water if you want", said Harry with a smug look on his face.
Hermione glared at him. "Thanks for the concern Harry. I'm fine", she said through gritted teeth.
Hermione dragged her chair towards the table. Her stomach was touching the table now. She stretched her leg, placed her toe on Harry's feet and started dragging her toe up and up inside his baggy jeans and Harry closed his eyes. It was Hermione's turn to smirk. And just then she scratched his feet with her toenails. Harry yelped.
"Harry what happened?", asked Ron who was scared for his friend.
"N-nothing", said Harry and gave Ron a weak smile.
"Harry dear are you sure? You screamed so loud", asked a tensed Molly.
"I'm fine Mrs. Weasley. Don't worry."
"Are you sure you're fine Harry? We can take you to St. Mungo's", said Hermione. Her tone could give Draco Malfoy a run for his money. She tried hard not to smirk and look genuinely concerned but failed miserably. Everyone but Harry found her genuine. Harry could even see a little smirk which Hermione was trying very hard to hide.
"Yes dear. I think we should take you to St. Mungo's. Arthur, Bill, Ron-" said Molly who was then interrupted by Harry.
"I'm fine Mrs. Weasley. Please don't worry. I'm fit as a fiddle."
Everyone shared confused looks.
"That's a muggle phrase. He means to say that he's fine", said an amused Hermione.
Everyone resumed talking. Ron filled his mouth with a large piece of cake and demanded more cake from his mother. A new bottle of wine was opened and served to everyone.
Harry and Hermione were lost in their game, smiling, blushing, their cheeks hot red. Harry placed a hand on his mouth because Hermione's reactions made him laugh. She was ticklish and each time he made a pattern on her foot, she shuddered.
Harry then pressed Hermione's left foot with his right foot with a triumphant look on his face. Hermione raised an eyebrow. Harry smirked. She tried to remove his foot which was pressed against hers with her other foot but Harry claimed his dominance over her. He placed his other foot over her right foot.
Harry didn't move. He kept his feet pressed against Hermione's with no intention of letting go.
Victoire, who was having the cake on her own since she thought she was a grown up girl, dropped the spoon on the floor.
"Oh dear it's fine. Grown ups keep dropping spoons and plates. Your uncle Ron keeps dropping his things. Here" , Molly picked up a spoon from the table and gave it to Victoire who then continued having the cake.
Molly bent down to pick up the spoon Victoire had dropped. She stood aghast at the sight of two feet pressed against by another pair of feet. She got up and to her horror found out who's feet they were. Harry was looking intently at Hermione who was unable to look at Harry. She was looking down at her plate, blushing furiously.
What in the name of Merlin is happening? Something's wrong. They are friends but this is wrong. No this is wrong. Why are they looking at each other that way? Is there something I can't see? No it was Harry's decision to get married. Harry and Ginny's. No one forced them. They love each other. My baby has been in love with Harry ever since she was a kid. Her dream will get fulfilled. Harry loves only Ginny and will marry her. Hermione is with Ron. Yeah she's with Ron. There's nothing to worry about. Harry and Ginny and Ron and Hermione. They'll get married and have happy lives. Nothing to worry...