Chapter 4- Extreme Exploding Snaps

Ginny went to The Leaky Cauldron to get drinks for them. Unlike Hermione, Ginny wasn't apposed to a bit of alcohol every now and again. She got them some firewhiskey, wine, and butterbeers, to start off with. Ginny also went to the video store and picked up a 1990's American comedy with Sylvester Stallone in it called Oscar. In the mean time Harry ordered Chinese food to be delivered, and hid in the flat. When everything got there, they started the movie.

About halfway through the movie, Ginny was getting cold. The September air had grown crisp and the heater in her apartment had to be fixed. "I'll be right back," she said. Ginny went into her room and grabbed one of the excess blankets that Molly had given to her, and then went back into the living room. "You cold?"

"A bit," Harry admitted to, although he was practically an icicle.

"Mind sharing?" Ginny asked casually.

"Er- no, that's fine," Harry blushed, but it didn't really make a difference with the makeup still showing. It had faded slightly, but there was still an hour or two left of the humiliating experience.

Ginny sat down close to him and spread the blanket over the two of them. Harry awkwardly placed his arm around Ginny and she comfortably snuggled into him, as she would with any other close friend. As Ginny went back to watching the movie, Harry found himself dividing his attention between the movie and the seemingly perfect creature leaning into him.

"Wait," Harry finally gave some more attention to the screen. "Who has the bag now?"

"Which one?"

"The one with the money," Harry said, confused.

"The girl has the money," Ginny said.

"Then what does the mafia dad have in that bag?" Harry asked.

"Pay attention, Harriet; Stallone's character has the bag of women's lingerie."

Harry blushed at what Ginny said, but again she didn't notice.

The movie ended and Harry's make up was nearly gone. "Did you want to go out still?" Ginny asked.

"No, we don't have to, but I will if you want to," Harry said.

"Why don't we do something else here?" Ginny said slyly while opening the wine bottle. "Like play a game," she suggested.

Harry smiled, "what game?"

"Let's play extreme exploding snaps," Ginny said.

"How do you play it extreme?"

"Every time the cards explode on a person, they have to have a drink," Ginny explained.

"Alright," Harry said, he figured he could out do Ginny in this one. Harry forgot how much luck and speed it would take, though. By the third round, Harry had gone through five glasses of wine and two firewhiskeys, and Ginny wasn't much better off, having had two and a half glasses of the wine. On top of this, Ginny had brought out some of her Cheery Chocolates and they had an even larger dose of happiness. Their eye sight was getting blurred, and it was getting hard to tell whose turn the cards had exploded on.

"You have to drink," Ginny said.

"No, that was yours, take a drink."

"No, that was cardly your clear," Ginny started and shook her head when she realized what she said. "That was Clardly, that was, oh you take a drink."

Harry took another drink then looked at Ginny again. God she's gorgeous, he thought. He licked his lips, chugged the rest of the firewhiskey, put the bottle down leaned over the pile of ash that used to be cards, and kissed Ginny. She didn't do anything at first, and Harry thought he'd made a mistake, but once she realized what was happening, Ginny put her hands on Harry's face and pulled the kiss in deeper.

Harry's a good kisser, Ginny noted in her drunken state. She pulled back slightly, teasing him with every inch. Harry leaned closer as Ginny lay back on the couch. He placed his arms around her and grabbed at her waist. Harry kissed her again and again, moving to her cheek, then her neck, reaching where her sleeve met the edge of her shoulder. He tried desperately to find his logic and sense, but couldn't do so as Ginny's hands stroked threw his hair. He pulled away and looked deeply into the beautiful caramel brown eyes and decided something. "Ginny," he said softly.

"Hm?" Ginny pulled him down to be able to kiss his neck, which nearly drove him off the edge.

"Let's go get married," Harry said.

The next morning Ginny woke up with her head pounding, naked, in a strange bed, a strange room. She was wrapped up in the sheets, red sheets. Ginny tried to remember what had happened the night before. Harry had come over, they watched a move, had a few drinks, then… "Oh, God," Ginny said aloud. She looked next to her, and Harry wasn't there. She heard the shower water stop running, so quickly dressed before Harry came out in just a towel. Ginny blushed and looked away, Harry got into casual clothes and looked at his…wife.

"H-Harry," Ginny said tentatively, not knowing how she had gotten herself into this mess.

"Yeah," he said, nervous himself, but not regretting what had happened the previous evening.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen," she spilled out quickly. "It was a big mistake, and I hope we can get past this, and I take full responsibility for what happened, I shouldn't have gotten drunk like that, or played the game or… or…"

Harry felt his heart break into a million pieces. Although he too had been drunk, he meant everything he did and said, it had just been pushed by the alcohol in his system. "Yeah, yeah, a mistake," Harry said, holding back the pain in his voice. "It's okay, though, we can figure it out."

Ginny looked to him. Thank God it was Harry and not someone else, she thought. She went over and gave him a hug. "I'm sorry." Ginny assumed he only felt friendship toward her, like she did him…but is that all I feel? she wondered. What if there's more to this? Ginny pulled back and left quickly before she allowed anything else to happen.

Harry sat on the edge of his bed, and put his hands in his head. How could I be so stupid, he scolded himself. He had even taken the week off of work to take Ginny to get a proper ring, and take her somewhere special; a honeymoon. Also to decide what to do about the situation as it was, but Harry had never anticipated Ginny not wanting this, but he knew he'd have to end the most perfect thing he'd ever had, if that made her happier.

Ginny distracted herself with Soaps, cleaning the mess from the night before and work. By two, she had almost completed half of the order she was filling for Honeydukes. She sat down for lunch and let her mind wander. That's when she noticed the simple plastic gold ring on her finger. Ginny started thinking about a little boy with black messy hair, and green eyes running up to her. Picking him up, she swung him around and put him on a child's broom. Harry came up and… "Stop it!" Ginny shouted at herself. Even if that's what she wanted, she was sure that Harry didn't want it. Why would the famous Harry Potter want her?

She was a strangely, silly red headed girl who he had, while drunk, went off to a small dingy wedding chapel and gotten married. He didn't really want to be with her. Ginny didn't even realize she had started crying over the salad she made. She put her fork down, and decided she needed to take a nice warm bubble bath.

Harry went quickly over to Ron's house. He had to talk with him. Ron was nearly ready to apparate when Harry came into the dining room. "Wait Ron!" Harry said frantically.

"What is it mate?" Ron asked. Hermione was standing right there, just as concerned.

"I-I need to talk to you, Ron, it's really important," Harry had begging eyes that made Ron realize this was more important than the weekly report.

"Just give me a minute," Ron said, going to the fireplace to floo his boss, letting him know he was taking the day off. Ron didn't know what it was, but he had a feeling he'd need a lot of time. Hermione had brought out breakfast and sat down in the large arm chair across from the couch Harry was on. She was just starting to show, more by how difficult it was getting for her to sit then by the stomach, but pregnancy was starting to become clear. Ron sat down and waited for Harry to finish the bite he was on. "What is it?"

"I," Harry didn't know where to start, and having just remembered this was Ginny's older brother, almost backed out of what he wanted to discuss. "I think I did something last night that… that"

"What did you do?" This was just confusing Ron.

"I got married," Harry decided he didn't want to get punched just yet, so figured he could leave Ginny out of it for now. Hermione figured out who it must be, since Ginny had told her about the date, but didn't let Ron know.

"What? How did that happen?" Ron asked incredulously.

"I got kind of drunk, and so was my date, and we just…got married," Harry said.

"Well, it's easy enough to get an annulment," Ron pointed out.

"But that's just it, Ron, I think I'm in love with her. She was drunk too, and, well, let's just say she didn't seem as pleased about the situation as I was."

Ron was in shock. Harry had done some pretty weird things over the years, but Ron had never expected anything like this.

"Does she know how you feel?" Hermione asked, the wheels in her head turning.

"I don't know, but that's not the point."

"Sure it is," Hermione said, "just because you two were drunk doesn't mean either of you didn't have real feelings. For all you know Ginny's in the same dilemma."

Ron, who had grabbed a piece of bacon off of Harry's plate nearly choked, while Harry averted his eyes from looking at his best friend… and brother-in-law. "WHAT?!" Ron shouted. "MY SISTER?!"

Harry turned red from guilt as Ron turned red from anger. "Yeah, it was…er… well, I'm sorry Ron."

"You…you," Ron stuttered and then growled in frustration as he got up and started pacing the room. "I can't believe, and you didn't… YOU GOT HER DRUNK?!"

"Calm down, Ron, I'm sure Ginny did her share of drinking with out being forced, and did you miss the part when he said he loves her?"

Ron calmed a bit and sat back down, restraining from hurting Harry. "What did you do after you got married?"

"Well, uh, we-"

"Never mind, I don't want to know," Ron pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I don't know what to do, I want to keep her, but I know I can't," Harry said.

Hermione leaned back and rested her hands on her stomach. "I wouldn't be so sure about that, Harry, I think I have an idea."

A/N: Sorry if that's a bit short, and not as funny, but next chapter is going to be cute, I think I'll enjoy writing it. I tried not to get too dirty with the one part, and I think I succeeded but I feel much more comfortable writing funny scenes than romance/kissy ones. Happy reading to all!

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