A/N: Hello again I just wanted to clear some things up. I am one of the rare people who believe just because Harry, Ginny and Draco are in the same room doesn't mean that there are going to be fights of jealousy and battles for Ginny's love. (But a battle for Harry's love would be fun, eh?) There may be mild bouts of jealousy but nothing too violent… I don't think muah ha ha ha Enjoy!
In thunder, lightning or rain
'Damn! Not again.'
He couldn't take this anymore. 'Nothing but ceaseless nightmares about half-dead evil warlords, crazy ones at that,'he thought to himself. And, if he managed to push aside the warlord visions, he was left with the realization that his life was in shambles. He felt sad, pathetic and useless.
Maybe, if he had confessed his feelings for her a little earlier, things could have been different.
Tired of tossing and turning, he got up and, wandering the hallways of the silent muggle house, reached the room she was sleeping in. He fought back the urge to just walk in and shake her until she came to her senses, or at least registered his feelings. But, this approach didn't suit him, and he knew it. Sighing heavily, he found his way back to his room and lay back down on the hard mattress.
He was about to go into his seventh and final year at Hogwarts and, to be perfectly honest, he was not looking forward to it at all.
What was there to look forward to, really? After taking his N.E.W.T.S., he would have no place to live and no time to live a happy life. Having helped the Order of the Phoenix last year, his future prospects now rested solely on the downfall of Voldemort. And, in return for his sacrifice, he had lost his youth, innocence, family and home.
'Well,' he thought, 'at least I'm still better off than Potter.'
Potter had already lost his family and was cursed to live in the excruciating presence of muggles. And, while he might be caught up in it, it was really Potter who shouldered all of the responsibility for bringing down the Dark Lord and saving the wizarding world.
But, at least he had her.
At that thought, his silver-grey eyes drew shut and he fell once again into a restless, agitated sleep.
Golden sun peeked in through the window, lighting her hair with such a beautiful honey glow that, looking down on her still sleeping form, he felt luckier than the whole of Ireland.
'She is beautiful and clever and I'm sure we belong together. But-' he thought, hesitating slightly, 'six weeks… Only six weeks!'
He hadn't really given his pending nuptials a thought until blurting out the date yesterday in front of the muggles. 'It is so soon, too soon…'
Passing off the sudden coldness in his feet as the normal wedding planning jitters, he lay back down and cuddled with his fiancée. They could talk about it later, after she woke up.
The next few hours were more than hectic.
Aunt Petunia made no small business of waking each of them up early by banging pots and pans outside their doors. After the rude awakening, they hastened to get Harry packed and out of there as quickly as possible. The second his last bag was plopped on the front steps, Uncle Vernon slammed the door so loudly and quickly behind them that Ginny, who was standing barely a foot away from the doorway, even checked to make sure her long copper locks hadn't gotten caught in the crossfire.
Ten minutes later, the group was safely (if that was even possible) aboard the Knight Bus, careening towards the Burrow so fast that looking out the window was making Harry nauseous.
Taking some deep, calming breaths and trying to force the bile back down his throat, Harry glanced over at Draco, who himself looked close to being sick.
'Poor bloke," Harry thought. He had assumed that each of them had been on the Knight Bus before, but, from the green look of Draco's lips, Harry knew he had never had to travel by such common, uncomfortable means.
In addition to the motion sickness, Harry couldn't think of anyone who was having as hard a time as Draco these days.
Harry wasn't thick. It was clear that Draco missed his old life, even more than Harry missed the wizarding world during his holiday seclusion with the Dursleys. Harry couldn't possibly imagine what it must have been like for Draco being forced away from his mother, the only person who had ever truly loved him. And, though he knew people feared that his reformation was short-lived, Harry knew that underneath the cool façade was a small, scared young boy with naturally bleached hair and frail psyche. And, it was this that made Harry trust him.
The way Draco had looked lately was worlds apart from the Draco he remembered from Hogwarts just a few years earlier. Harry couldn't help it—he sympathized with Draco. He actually felt sorry for the boy who used to be the bane of his existence.
Harry was suddenly stopped in mid-thought-being bodily thrown head-first to the front of the Knight Bus will do that to a person.
"Ottery St. Catchpowle-der Burra!"
As soon as everyone and everything was accounted for and they were all standing, a little worse-for-the-wear, in front of Harry's second home, a part of him started to ache. He had been less than an hour away from calling 12 Grimmauld Place home at the end of his third year when Sirius had invited him to live with him…
They all shuffled inside and settled in, collapsing onto their respective beds, exhausted from the sheer effort of Knight Bus travel-all except Draco, who made a beeline for the bathroom, still sick from the ride.
'My life,' thought Ginny, who was currently curled up against Harry's chest, 'is perfect.'
Even though the previously bright summer day was, at the moment, being punctuated by a howling summer thunderstorm, nothing could be better than being here in front of a warm crackling fire with Harry running his fingers through her long soft hair.
'Well, I can think of something I'd rather be doing,' she thought with a small shudder of pleasure. Ginny had long since made the decision to remain a virgin until her wedding night, but lately she had found herself thinking more dirty thoughts than not. Sure, she thought about how it must seem to outside people, but she knew Harry didn't just want a shag out of this marriage. And, when she had tried, well… nonverbally show him she wanted more, he was the one who had pulled back. He was like her own private chastity belt, telling her things like, "It's just the heat of the moment, love," and "I won't let you do something you may regret."
But, at the moment, the only thing she regretted was still being a virgin.
'I mean, what's the big deal anyway?' she thought. 'I know I had my values before about waiting, but I trust what I feel, and I feel it is time to go further…'
She shifted slightly against Harry's chest. His smell was intoxicating her and that feeling was drifting over her body right to her…
'Damn his impeccable memory and honorable intentions!' her mind yelled. 'Damn my big mouth for being so insistent earlier about wanting to wait.'
But seriously, she reasoned, who knew he was going to be so considerate? Isn't that something she should be happy about?
Ginny was distracted from her thought when she heard a slight pecking against the living room window. Disengaging herself from Harry, to which he protested with a slight groan, she walked over the window, unlatched it and stepped aside as a sopping wet gray owl flew past her and perched itself a few feet from the fire.
Attached to its leg was a roll of blue parchment. Ginny opened it and read the contents.
Harry, admiring the curves of her body in the fading firelight like a fine work of art, jumped up suddenly when he heard her gasp and drop the letter in a fit of frustration.
"What's happened?" Harry said, his defenses now on high alert. "Is it Voldemort?"
Ginny sighed heavily, "No, nothing like that." She picked up the letter and handed it from him.
Department of Official Wizarding Nuptials
Ministry of Magic
London
To:
Mr. Harry Potter and Miss Ginevra Weasley
and
Mr. Ronald Weasley and Miss Hermione Granger,
Dear sirs and misses,
As interim head of the Department of Wizarding Nuptials, it is my duty to regretfully inform you that, with the sudden magical incapacitation of Elgar Triller, the former head of the Department of Official Wizarding Nuptials and scheduled reverend elder for your August 14 joint wedding ceremony, the department has no alternative choice other than to cancel setceremony.
It is highly suggested by the Reverend Elder Council, the Department of Wizarding Nuptials and myself that you consider rescheduling to better fit the availability of another reverend elder or Wizengamot chairholder, who, while certainly having less experience and tighter schedules, are perfectly qualified to perform wizard weddings.
We understand that your are currently enrolled at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and have informed Headmaster Albus Dumbledore of the situation, to which he immediately volunteered to perform the joint ceremony during Hogwarts Christmas Holiday free of charge.
We certainly apologize for any inconvenience this may cause and are sending out a full monetary reimbursement for your troubles.
Sincearly
Mellinda Grethwrite
He stood there for a few moments in stunned silence. The wedding had been canceled? And now Dumbledore was going to marry them? And over Christmas break?
"Do Hermione and Ron know yet?" he asked. Ginny shrugged.
Just picturing Hermione and Ron's polar opposite reactions to this situation was, well, fairly comical to Harry and, without so much as an opening giggle, he burst out in loud laughs, he eyes tearing up.
Ginny seemed to understand and, soon, they were both collapsing on the couch, out of breath and still chuckling softly.
"So," Ginny said, "Who's going to tell them?"
i a/nI just thought I'd say that this is proberbly slightly different the one I would recomened reading is the version on this is good but not my final version (this goes for mosta my chappies /i
