So… here we are. Chapter 15… I can't believe I just got one review for my last chapter but then again, I can't compete against JK Rowling. I hope this one gets ONE MORE… PLEASE! PLEASE!

Chapter 15: Say it isn't so

-So… do you reckon they'll end up together? – Harry asked to the red haired girl sitting on his lap. He loved her so much; it was Ginny Weasley- and Ginny Weasley only- the one that owe his heart entirely.

Both of them were sitting in the Burrow's garden where their wedding was supposed to take place, and they just loved the fresh winter air that entered into their bodies through their nostrils. Harry took a lock of her hair and smelled it frantically; the smell was so sweet and beautiful that Harry couldn't think of anything more sugary to touch.

How beautiful it is to be in love with a person that truly understands you! Couples always have problems, but only few of them make it through the years; the one's without communication problems.

So, there they were, with their long winter coats, their woollen hats and their leather gloves- or in Ginny's case, woollen mittens which Harry thought looked adorable on her- enjoying their leisure time together when the boy who lived asked the question everyone there was probably asking. The answer came quickly to Ginny's lips, without even thinking about it.

-Of course-

-What's the bloody problem then? Is Ron insane or what?- Harry asked aloud, dropping his head back to stare at the stars as if the answer was hidden somewhere in the skies.

-Dunno… things have always been this way between them. Well… not always… but pretty much since "her"- Ginny pointed towards Audrey, -entered my brother's life.-

-Maybe we should do something for them to talk things over… you know…- Harry proposed.

-Hermione and I thought about something… do you want to hear about it?- The bride to be asked.

-Thought you'd never asked- Harry said.

So Ginny told the love of her life all about her plan.

-Do you reckon that'll work?- Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

-Well… I don't know… but personally, I don't have a better idea- She confessed, wrapping Harry's neck with her arms- Love, relax… we have very little saying in this whole thing.

And with that Harry smiled, because she was right. If Ron and Hermione were meant to be- and Harry knew they were- there was nothing he, Ginny, or even Florence could do. Their future was for them to handle only.

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-You want me to do what?- Ron asked his baby sister, fully dressed in white. She looked beautiful and Ron though to himself how lucky Harry was. Then again, what Ginny had just requested was something Ron couldn't face right now… he wasn't ready. He was still confused.

-You heard me correctly, Ronald. I would greatly appreciate your help- She said firmly.

-But I can't, Ginny. Not with Hermione; not now, at least. I can't leave Audrey behind, and besides… it's too much trouble for nothing- He said.

-It's not anything! It's a lot to me! I've always dreamt of getting married with Grandma's pearls on- She confessed- Can you please go and look for them?-

-You know as well as I do that those pearls could be anywhere…- Ron stated.

-Not anywhere… they are in Bristol… you know they are in Bristol- Ginny said.

-Still, Grandma's Bristol house is big- Ron said- and mum needs both me and Hermione here to help her arrange the wedding.-

-There's little point on you staying. Bill, Charlie, Percy, George and Florence are here…and Fred is due to arrive in no time. You and Hermione can help me to be happy on the most important day of my life… can you please do that for me? Please? Even if that means facing your stupid fears?- She asked with puppy eyes, knowing perfectly well that Ron couldn't resist that expression of hers. So in a way, she was blackmailing her brother. But it was for his own good, of course!

-Yes, I guess I can do that. But you owe me BIG time- He said, and then with that, he walked towards the living room, where Hermione was surely waiting with a handbag full of clothes; both hers and his.

And so, as Ron walked down the stairs, he caught a glimpse of his love, Hermione Granger.

-Ready?- She asked acidly.

-Guess so… have you got everything we need for our trip?- He asked.

-Yes, though I guess we won't be needing much. We must look through hundreds of boxes- She replied. Ron nodded.

-Lets apparate, then- Ron said, and with that, the both of them were transported into an old, dark house filled with dusty furniture and grandfather clocks.

-The boxes are upstairs- Hermione informed.

-I know where the boxes are; this is my grandparent's house, after all- Ron replied. A long day was ahead and sure enough the topic Ron was most afraid of speaking of will be brought into conversation. They were alone and no one could interrupt them there. They started looking through the boxes frantically, in search of the fantastic pearls Ginny was dying to wear on her wedding day.

But what Ron did not know was that Hermione knew perfectly well where the pearls were, and that she wasn't going to tell him any time soon.