(A/N) I'm not sure how weddings are in England, so I'm quite sorry if it's more then a bit "Americanized". Hey, I'm an American who's never been out of the country. I dunno. So either e-mail or IM me the scoop on British weddings, or get over your miffiness.(End A/N)

Chapter 3

Late Night Talks Aren't Good For The Brain

Ginny and Hermione were discussing all the minute details of Ginny's proposal, Hermione giving her input every now and then. They giggled immensly over everything, from the limo (A/N: HOW DO YOU SPELL THAT!?) to the small cafe setting.

Hermione nodded, "He told me about that place..."

"You knew!?" Ginny gaped.

Hermione smiled at her, "I helped him get your ring."

Ginny was astonished. "HOW LONG DID YOU KEEP THIS FROM ME!?"

Hermione winced, "Oh...uhm....two months!" She quickly dodged a sweep fron Ginny's pillow.

"You're such a liar!" Ginny was laughing now. "I don't know if I'll ever trust you again!"

"Oh, trust me. You will."

"Well," Ginny gave Hermione a hard glare. "I was going to ask you to be my maid of honor, but I can't seem to trust you."

"You were!?"

Ginny nodded.

Hermione sighed, "Ah well. I'm just too dishonest."

Both girls burst out laughing.

"You will, won't you?" Ginny said, a happy light in her eyes.

"Only on one condition!" Hermione said, being very serious.

Ginny looked at her warily, "Anything...Almost anything..."

"You have to be my maid of honor!"

Ginny squealed, "Of course!"

Both girls burst out laughing again, they were so happy, and quite sure nothing could ruin it.
Harry sighed again and rolled over, "How long are they going to keep doing that?"

Ron imitated Harry's sigh, "No clue. I'm sure the whole house is awake, or being wakened from that racket." Another round of giggles permeated the stillness in the dark room.

Then it was quiet. Harry whispered, "I've never felt so happy before."

Ron smiled in the dark, understanding. His heart felt like it was going to burst any minute if something didn't happen. Something bad... Not that he wanted it to! Another though popped into his mind, he remembered what he was going to tell Harry earlier that evening.

"Hey Harry."

"Yeah?"

"Take care of her or I'll murder you."

Harry laughed loudly.

Ron frowned, "I'm serious."

A long and deadly silence followed, but was soon quickly broken by another round of giggles.

Ron rolled on his side, trying to see Harry in the dark. Harry was on a cot on the far side of the room, "What do ou think they're laughing at?"

"No clue." Harry said, smirking at the direct quote from Ron.

Ron laughed sarcasticly and then rolled so he was flat on his back. Somewhere outside a bird was lamenting to the moon. Soon the bittersweet song was drowned out by more girly giggles.

Harry suddenly broke the silence, "Will you be my best man?"

"Sure."

Silence filled the room again.

"You as scared as I am?" Ron whimpered like the old twelve year old he was so many years ago.

"Yes." Harry croaked.

"Thought so."

Soon after sleep stole into everyone's mind under the safe roof of the Burrow.

(Short, I know. but I've got these planned, so don't bug me about it! whines)