Somehow Ginny had fallen asleep that night. Maybe it was worry- induced exhaustion but it did the trick. She woke up suddenly with a sinking rock in the pit of her stomach. She rolled over in her covers to look out the window. The sun was shining brilliantly in a bright blue sky. "Well at least you're happy," she hissed. Her mother bustled in a minute later the way she used to do during pre-Hogwarts days.

"Good morning dear," she said, going to the closet and flinging it open. She fingered through the cloths. "Now you'll have to get up pretty quickly darling because all the good food will be gone. You know you hate to be left with poached eggs and toast." She finished with the cloths, laying out a blue dress. "Now come on," she flipped off Ginny's comforter and sheets in one swift motion. Ginny gave her a glare before swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "Now hurry up Virginia," she finally left.

Ginny took her mother's warning seriously and got dressed. She nearly ran down the stairs. She sprinted into the kitchen and grabbed the last pancake and muffin from the stumbling had of Ron. "Hey, shove it Ginny!" he exclaimed. "I'm getting married today!"

"You wouldn't want to burst the seams of your tux now would you?" he shrugged and walked off. She gulped down her food for until it was safely in your mouth it was still fair game. To her disgust Hermione came down the stairs a minute later. "Not another speech!" she mumbled to herself.

"Now everybody, as you know, I'm getting married this evening."

"Oh no! That's today?" Fred exclaimed.

"We don't really have any more preparation to do but getting dressed will probably take 3 hours. Now girls, the hairdressers and make-up artists will be coming at 3:30 sharp. The wedding starts at exactly 6:00 so makeup will probably take an hour and a ½ so I would suggest getting dressed before. I guess that's all I have to say. Oh wait, all my bridesmaids, me, and Mrs. Weasley are going out to brunch with my mother, we'll leave about 11:00." Ginny sighed.

"Hey Ginny," Mr. Weasley whispered to her. "Can I talk to you in my office please?" Ginny nodded and followed him. The floor was covered with a couple of mattresses as every surface was being used as a bed. "I'll be glad to have the whole office back to myself.

"I can imagine; what do you want to talk about Dad?"

"I want to talk about this evening. I don't want you anywhere near him, do you hear me Ginny? I don't want you to be out of the eyesight of me or one of your brothers. If he does get you alone, scream!" Ginny nodded.

"I don't want to be anywhere near him Dad."

~At 3:30~

All of the girls were upstairs with everybody but Hermione dressed. The Hairstylist was busy on Ginny's head while the makeup artist was busy with Penny. Hermione had two to herself. Hermione looked like a powder puff with people at the back and front of her head along with a temp at both her toes and fingers. "Having fun Hermione?" Ginny asked mid-tug.

"It's the happiest day of my life!" Hermione said sarcastically. They caked on makeup, layer after layer, covering up that happy-bride glow that had surrounded her early that morning. Finally it was time to put on the dress. This proved to be very difficult, as it had to be put over her big hair. It took the whole room, 2 expanding the skirt, 3 at the top, making sure it didn't touch her face and the rest shouting advice from the side. They zipped up the dress and now it was a matter of the veil.

½ an hour before the wedding was due to start they apparated to Fairy's Cave. A small tent had been set up for them. 15 minutes of sitting down and trying to overcome the heat Hermione got this wide-eyed horror look. "Oh my God! We still have to get all the flowers.

"It's okay Hermione, I'll go get them," Ginny said in what she hoped would be a calm, collected voice. She gave Hermione another reassuring smile before leaving the tent in search for Ron. She walked down the isle toward the boy's tent. She was nearing when she felt a hand on her backside. She jerked around expecting to see one of her brothers playing a joke but met the gaze of none other then Cornelius Fudge.

"How are you Virginia?" he asked with a sickening grin on his face. Her eyes got big and she quickened her pace. He must have noticed where he was going for he didn't follow her. She got into the boy's tent.

"Well wooee, if Hermione looks ½ as good as you do, Ron's a lucky guy," she heard Harry say. She glared at him before thinking about it. He looked a little shocked and her face softened.

"I'm sorry Harry, you don't by chance know where Ron is do you?"

"Yeah he's over there," Harry pointed to the corner. Ginny nodded and smiled at him before walking over to Ron.

"Ron, do you know where the flowers are? Hermione's freaking out."

"Yeah, they're right here I was about to send them over," Ron handed her a big basket of bouquets.

"Thanks dahlin," she grinned and walked back out. She purposely walked around the other side, the side that didn't contain a certain horny Minister of Magic. She still didn't know how he bull-handled his way back into office after the second rise but he did and that had changed everything.

She stepped into the girl's tent and was immediately accosted by Hermione. "So, you've got the flowers? Are they perfect, did they get smushed or wilted or anything?" Ginny stopped her.

"Yeah Hermione, they're fine. Ron was just about to bring them over when I got there." Hermione nodded but searched the basket none-the-less. Ten minutes later everybody was assembled with baskets in hand. Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Granger had been taken to their seats and Mr. Granger had come in. He and Hermione were talking in low voices with each other when the music started to play. They were all out of the tent except for Hermione. She had wanted a big unveiling and the tent seemed their best option. First went two of her little cousins who spread out the white carpet. Following them (David and Rupert) came the ring bearer (Alex, a little Weasley cousin). Then came Charlie's daughter, Meribeth, and Hermione's goddaughter, Emilyn (flower girls). Finally the bridesmaid's processional started. Ginny, being the maid of honor was the last and then Hermione. The processional played softly and all was hushed. Hermione had never looked more beautiful. Her veil was long, hanging down to the carpet. She hadn't wanted one over her face because she was afraid she'd get mascara all over from crying. Tiny silver butterfly clips clung to her winded-up hair with little tendrils hanging down. The clips had been a gift from Ron on their first anniversary. Ginny glanced over at Ron; he had tears running freely down his face yet there was an eerie silence. Hermione's gown wasn't poofy. In fact, Hermione marveled at how very "Hermione" the dress was. The sleeves were off the shoulder and the neckline was modest without covering up her chest. A silver locket that had once belonged to her grandmother hung around her neck (her something old). She had a sapphire ring on her right hand that her parents had given her (something blue); and she had a lace garter around her leg though no one could see that (something new).

Finally she got to the front where Harry and Ron were waiting for her. It amazed Ginny how close the three of them really were. They had only known each other for about 13 years. People had been friends for 20 years and weren't as close as those 3. She gave Ron a grin when she got to the front and he, her. "Who offers this woman?" the bumbling git asked.

"I do she saw Harry mouth silently."

"Her mother and I do," Mr. Granger said loudly. He kissed her on the cheek then went to join his wife in the front row. The rest of the ceremony was a blur. The next thing Ginny knew was:

"You now kiss each other. Now what has been joined in this place let no mere man put asunder."? Ron took Hermione's hand in his and they both walked to the end of the carpet before apparating back to the house together. Everybody apparated.at least almost everybody. Ginny stayed to think for a minute. Little did she know she was in for more then thinking. She walked into the cave where flowerpetels littered the floor. She smelled that pleasant smell of lilacs and age. A smell of honeysuckles and freshness hung in the air itself. That was always Ginny's favorite smell. It seemed to be unbothered by any outside elements. No matter what happened, that smell was always an underlying factor outdoors.

Then another smell entered, it smelled like aftershave and bad cologne. She knew that smell. It was the smell that haunted her nightmares. It was the smell that could make her sick on the spot. She felt a sweaty hand on her shoulder. Her body tensed and the smile that had graced her lips only a few seconds earlier faded. "Hello Ms. Weasley, I've been meaning to have "words" with you," he hissed in her ear. His pompous voice was hung with smugness. "You haven't aged a day," he whispered in her ear. He then licked her neck. She breathed in slowly. "Come on, you know you want it," he said.

"Get off me," she hissed in a low voice. "Get off."

"Oh, playing hard to get are we?" he asked as slipped his hand under her dress.

"GET OFF ME!" she screamed. "GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF!"

~Back at the Burrow~

Mr. Weasley walked up to congratulate Hermione and Ron. Hermione was looking very worried for a bride though. "Mr. Weasley, where's Ginny? I haven't seen her."

"I haven't." he trailed off as his eyes searched for Minister Fudge. "And he's not here either. Come on Ron, we have to get all your brothers and Harry," he rushed off. Soon all of them apparated back to Fairy Cave. They heard a rip and ran in.

"GET OFF ME NOW!" Ginny screamed. Harry rushed forward before anyone else and grabbed the fat old man by the back of his robe and flung him to the side.

"You heard her, get off," he hissed.

"You won't get away with this," Mr. Weasley said in a deadly whisper. His eyes were glinting and he raised his arm to do a binding charm. Harry grabbed Mr. Fudge's robes and held him up for Mr. Weasley. He had forced the man's wand from him and had it tossed to the side.

"You better be glad that we need your body for questioning," Ron said, holding Ginny up. "Because if we didn't I'd pummel you so badly that you'd not only be dead but also unrecognizable. Ginny's other brothers just looked at him with hatred.

"Come on, we need to get this idiot to the Ministry building to tell them what happened." Mr. Weasley said.

"I'll take Ginny, Ron, you need to get back to Hermione," Harry said, walking over to Ron. Percy looked beyond rage; he walked up to Cornelius Fudge.

"I-I trusted you. I-I was your right-hand man for 5 bloody years and you go shagging my sister?" To everybody except Ginny, and Mr. Weasley this was a singular incident but inside Ginny knew that he knew that her children belonged also to this man. "You are the slime of the universe. I should have never trusted you after the second rise. I defended you," it was too much for him. Percy broke down in tears for the first time in his life.

A/N- I've finished another chapter. The next will contain the trial and everything. Well, I though I should clear something up; Hermione's relatives walked back to the Burrow since most of them are muggles.