The One with the Fireworks

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The cutting of the wedding cake had just finished, followed by the traditional throwing of the bouquet. Dinner began immediately with the food magically appearing on gold plates on every table that were placed encircling a tinted ice swan - the centerpiece on each table. The last time Harry had seen so many things he liked to eat on one table had been back at Hogwarts.

There was marinated chicken breasts in mustard and vinegar, sprinkled nasturtiums in salad bowls, big loaves of bread with herbs in them – Focccacia, Risotti – rice and wine, deep fried crispy calamari, linguine with seafood in cream sauce, Spigola Arrosto – baked snapper, and ravioli. Sirius was already eating as if they were going to outlaw ravioli.

As the band started to play the music, the lead singer requested for the wedding couple to take the floor. Soon, other couples followed suit and took to the dance floor as well. After the first song had ended, Remus and Zedka begin to walk around the hall, chat with their relatives and friends, and pose for photos.

Ginny saw how powerfully, it must have been erotically, passionate Remus and Zedka were; even as they spoke with others, their eyes drifted back onto each other. Their favored stance was side-by-side, Remus' arm around Zedka's slender waist and her fingers hooked in companionable intimacy in the belt of his dress robes. Was she jealous, a little? Envious? Merlin, she would be a saint not to be.

She glanced at Luna for some form of consoling but realized she and Fred were engaged in the strangest conversation Ginny had ever had the priveldge ofoverhearing.

"I always confuse Monet and Manet. Now which one married his mistress?" Fred was asking Luna, in between mouthfuls of pasta.

"Monet." Luna said.

"Right, and then Manet had syphilis."

"They also painted occasionally." Luna informed him.

Glancing to her right for a dose of Hermione's practical advice, made Ginny instantly change her mind as she witnessed the all too familiar scene of Ron and Hermione bickering.

"What did I do wrong, 'Mione? Why do you refuse to answer any of my questions ever since I sat down?" Ron asked, exasperated.

"Don't fight with me when I'm hungry, Ron!" Hermione snapped as she ladled Risotti on her plate.

"Doesn't that have some sort of alcohol inside? Shouldn't you slow with that? Isn't it bad for the baby?" When Hermione simply ignored him and began to eat, Ron ploughed on relentlessly, "I think you should at least listen to me."

"For Merlin's sake Ron, I don't have to listen to you! You're not my mother!" Hermione burst out, angrily.

Ron's face went a blotchy red as he lost his temper, "THANK MERLIN FOR THAT!"

At the next table, Molly Weasley went just as red. "Oh No." She murmured. "He's not my son." She told the Bernoullis who seemed thoroughly bemused.

"The red hair's a giveaway, honey." Arthur told his wife, gently.

"You blew her cover, Arthur." Patrick quipped as everyone at the table laughed, except for Uncle Joey who stared at Harry with his good eye.

"He's scaring me." Harry murmured to his godfather who was seated beside him, referring to Uncle Joey.

Sirius, however, was not paying attention. He had been blatantly checking Chris out as she walked by.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you about staring?" Chris told him off as she walked back to her table nearby.

Sirius shrugged, seemingly unaffected, and returned his attention to his godson."You were saying?"

"Uncle Joey," Harry nodded towards the older man who was still staring at him, "He scares the shit out of me."

Sirius nodded, leaning towards Harry, speaking softly so no one else would hear him. "He isa scary bugger. Remus told me that according to family myth, it used to be Patrick, Leo Zabini (Blaise's father and Patrick's brother-in-law) and Leo's older brother, Karl, who would in charge of all the families and the business. It seems Uncle Joey killed Karl so that he could replace him and thus, be in charge of the family business with Leo and Patrick."

Harry stared at the thoroughly somber and seriousexpression on Sirius' face. Then he glanced across the table at Uncle Joey who was now smoking a cigar and still staring at him.Deigned to believe Sirius, Harry took a rather generous gulp of his champagne.

"Maybe he just wants to hire you as a hit man or something. I mean you did kill Voldermort, after all." Sirius reassured Harry who seemed not the least bit consoled by this new possibility.

Back at the next table, "I think I need something to drink." Ginny concluded, rising from her seat abruptly, leaving the food on her plate untouched.

Bill who was seated across the table glanced at his sister sharply. "You okay?"

She nodded, giving him a reassuring smile before walking off towards the ceramic model of the Fontana di Trevi, which gushed champagne. In an alcove beside it, the polished bar was nearly concealed. The bartenders there were handing out glasses of the champagne to the guests.

"Hi, Could I have a glass please?" She flashed a rather flirty smile to one of the young, rather handsome bartenders.

"No problem, ma'am." He smiled back winsomely.

Ginny was hooked. Leaning against the counter, hoping that her scooped neckline would reveal her ample cleavage – hell, she was allowed to flirt and have some fun – she smiled at him, "So do you do this all the time?"

He handed her the glass brimming with sparkling champagne, "Part time, actually."

"Hmmm." She took a sip of her drink, the bubbles goingstraight to her head. "So, what do you do then?"

He did not answer her, staring at something behind her. "I think your son wants to talk to you." He told her.

Ginny stared at him, in complete astonishment before turning around to spot her elder brother Ron walking towards her, calling her name. Her jaw went slack.

She spun around, livid. "Do I look that old to you?" The bartender was gone, already tending to some other guests. Ginny was fuming.

She ignored Ron who was looking for Hermione and stormed to the powder room with a sudden urge to replenish her makeup. In the powder room, Ginny gazed at her face in the brightly lit mirror that dominated an entire wall. She was paler than the roses in Zedka's bouquet, the one she had ducked to avoid when Zedka so charmingly and obviously hurled it in her direction earlier. Her eyes looked huge, glowing like brown pools. What a bloody, bloody day!

She returned to her table and slumped in her seat, feeling as if she was the only one seated at the Weasley table. Everyone else were dancing, pranking, snogging, eating or squabbling. She was on her fourth conjured up glass of champagne in a span of forty minutes when Harry joined her.

She had been so obliviously drowning in self-pity she had not noticed him staring at her the whole time from his table.He had been watching Ginny carefully the whole evening. With every move she made he could feel how time was coursing past them, shaking the floors and the ceilings, rattling their world. He had to tell her. Had to. How wrong it was for those who loved not to express their love.

Harry knew as he rose from his seat, leaving Arthur Weasley and Patrick Bernoulli to entertain themselves, and took the seat beside Ginny that he was in love. If indeed, he had ever not been. Not since a day many years ago when a girl in a Hogwarts gray skirt and white blouse had kissed him. It was as if he had merely been distracted all these years and had, against all odds been restored to a rightful state.

"Oh, Harry." Ginny smiled, pleasantly startled.

She looked at him and looked away. Yet she could not help thinking about the moony expression on his face, or the catch in her stomach as her desire for him rose, the way it always did when he was near.

They were worlds apart, they had always been – she free spirited and he so very grounded- that was the truth. Yet whenever Ginny saw Harry something strange happened: she found that she said whatever came to mind, no matter how personal, like now. Except her feelings for him. She was definitely not talking about that.

"The damned bartender thought I was Ron's mother!" She blurted out.

Instead of bursting into laughter, Harry looked shocked, "That's ridiculous. You're the most beautiful woman in the room. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known."

Ginny looked at him through narrowed eyes. "I maybe drunk," She said, waving her champagne glass around, as if she needed evidence to prove this fact, "but I am not stupid."

"No, I mean it." He insisted.

"In that case, you must be drunk." She pulled out her wand, conjured another glass of champagne and offered it to him. "Blind drunk."

"Perhaps I am." He agreed, taking the proffered alcohol and raised it to his lips with the careful precision of one who has had a good few too many.

"But you're still beautiful. Inside and out, and that's a rare quality." He smiled at her with his wonderful mouth, and his glittering green eyes. They were as liquid as the champagne, like a green lake, inviting her to strip off and dive in.

She was gazing so hard, her own eyes began to blur. "You know, I can see two of you now." She murmured. Harry smirked.

What did Ginny make of this man beside her? When he gazed at her, it was as if he was looking at something else entirely. He was looking inside of her. She nibbled on the chocolate truffles that were placed on a tray in the middle of every table. People said that chocolate could bring on a rush much like falling in love. It made a heart beat too fast and stimulated far-fetched ideas.

She sighed then, taking another sip of the intoxicating substance, gazing out at the dance floor where mostly couples were dancing – Fleur a tad too close to Bill for Ginny's liking. She glanced across the table where Van sat beside Gail. Gail looked seemingly exhausted trying to feed her rambunctious daughter Abby and was taking a rest while Charlie took over. Van was watching Fleur and Bill dancing together, looking rather miffed, and fingering her unused butter knife. She looked very unhappy actually.

Harry saw the disgusted desolate expression on Ginny's face and turned to look at Bill and Fleur as well. He leaned forward. He slowly wiped a smudge of mascara away from her cheek with his thumb. "Don't look so sad, I'll go and drag Fleur away if you want me too."

"I wouldn't if I were you. She's like a leech. She came over to our table countless times ever since we sat down, bringing drinks for Bill and even flirting with Ron and Charlie." Ginny muttered, though her concentration was no longer on Van or Fleur but centered purely on his thumb gently rubbing her cheekbone.

"Would you like to dance?" He gestured to the dance floor, standing up.

"Sure," It was only when she stood up that she realized how much she had to drink – way too much.

"Though I'm not sure that I can," She replied, surprised at how legless she actually felt. "My legs seemed to have divorced themselves from the rest of my nervous system. I am finding it difficult to stand, let alone move to music."

"Well, you can just lean on me then." Harry smiled that lovely slow lazy smile and Ginny's legs went even weaker.

He led her onto the dance floor and Ginny could swear her entire family was staring. The band started to play a jazzy, sensual, beautiful song.

Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of December skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush

Can I just have one a' more moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love

"You're very brave dancing with me. All my brothers are watching us," She murmured, resting her head against his collarbone.

"Let them," he said. "They obviously haven't got anything better to do."

"I love the words of this song." Ginny sighed, singing softly along with it as Harry twirled her around and pulled her back into his arms.

Well I wanna make love to you tonight
I can't wait till the morning has come
And I know now the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true, dear
There and then I will make you my own
And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that you can't hide

Can I just have one a' more moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love

"It'll be our song." She muttered, and then blushed as she suddenly realized what she had just said but when she dared to look up into Harry's face again he was smiling bemusedly.

Ginny realized she was at that awful point of drunkenness where she was still lucid enough to know that she would wind up saying and even doing some very stupid things yet not really giving a damn. Dangerous. Especially as she found Harry more attractive by the moment and she did not think it was the effect of the alcohol at all. Holding him close, feeling his flesh under his clothes, under her touch, being able to bury her head in his chest and breathe in that intoxicating scent of him. Dizzy, and not just from champagne.

One more moondance with you in the moonlight
Can't I just have one more dance with you my love

The song ended. Just in time too, for Bill had come over looking rather frazzled about not being able to find Van – what was it with her brothers and not being able to keep tabs on their other halves- hoping Harry could distract Fleur and dance with her for just a bit. Harry, after shooting a thoroughly apologetic look to Ginny, conceded. Ginny really did not mind. She was suddenly in desperate need of some fresh air anyway.

She slipped across the lantern lit terrace, which was dotted with couples enjoying the gorgeous velvet cool of the evening, and disappeared into the well-lit gardens. Lanterns were hung on all the branches of trees in the field, lighting the gardens up in the chilled darkness of a typical winter night. She flitted across the lawn like an escaped convict and skidded to a halt as she reached the lake at the bottom of the lawn. It was not a very cultivated lake, allowed to grow wild and free and dramatically beautiful.

Parting the reeds, Ginny plonked herself down at the water's edge and kicked off her shoes, dangling her feet in the dark inky water. Ripples spread outwards and she tried to count them.

"He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not…damn!" She could not see to count any further. She supposed that meant he loved her not but she did not care, did she?

She looked up at the dark sky with stars springing up all over and tried to find the biggest star to wish on. Her head spun as she threw it back and gazed into the heavens, so much that she found she simply had to lie down, feet and ankles dangling in the water, head resting on the grass, which while slightly damp was also still warm from the very last rays of the winter sun.

Suddenly she felt a shadow fall across her face and then a dark figure blocked her view of the Orion Belt.

"What in Merlin's name are you doing?" A familiar voice asked in amusement.

"Counting ripples instead of petals," She murmured. "At least I was. Now I'm wishing on a star."

"And what are you wishing for?"

"True love and happiness." She replied.

"Is that what you want?"

"Don't we all?" She muttered. She looked up at Harry who was gazing across the water like a beautifully carved figurehead on the prow of a ship. "I mean, look at my brothers – they've all found love, they're all so happy. Hell, even Luna. And I always thought I'd get married before her. And there she was being asked to by Fred to be his wife. Gosh!"

"You sound jealous." Harry said quietly.

"I feel like one of those old hags right now."

"You look far from it." He retorted, looking up at the star lit sky before slumping down on the grass next to her.

"Sod my looks, my love life is in shambles." Ginny moaned.

"What about you and Zabini?"

"Blaise? He was only attracted to me because I was some angsty poet. He found it sexy in a morbid kind of way."

"Were you attracted to him?" Hary asked, wishing he had not the moment the question left his lips.

"Which woman isn't? He's a hottie."

"Ah." That was all he could manage.

"You look cute jealous."

"I am NOT jealous"

"Harry, don't lie to me. I always know when you're lying."

"I'm not- Ah, forget it."

"Exactomundo."

"Telling the truth is sometimes easier said than done you know." Harry pointed out matter-of-factly.

"I know…"

They both fell silent.

The desire Ginny had gradually recognized feeling for Harry suddenly hit her full strength. It was as if she had dived in, and now she thought she was drowning once and for all. He was so close she could feel him breathing. She reached forward with one hand and took hold of the material of his dress robes, pulled him towards her. His face was so close she could see the soft down on his full upper lip.

"Gin?" His voice was quiet, uncertain, questioning.

He reached out and pushed a stray tendril of hair away from her upturned face. Harry had taken this time to fall in love, in love with the helplessness of being alive, the dark bright prospect of navigating the unknown with this woman.

As Harry touched her, Ginny realized that no matter how much she wanted to fight this, this time she just could not. Just the sensation of his fingertips against her face carried pure electricity. His face was so close, her senses were so heightened. His kiss was as soft as thistledown. She traced his face with her fingers, desperate to burn the image into mind.

He followed the contour of her neck with his lips. The warmth of his breath against her skin made her shiver. As his lips returned to her mouth and he kissed her again, she could not bring herself to say no. She could feel his desire through the pounding of his heart against her own. Her hands slid under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin, the smooth curve of his back. Harry pulled her closer, tangling his fingers with her hair. The kiss got harder, less tentative, more passionate.

A burst of sound as the doors on to the terrace were opened. Voices, laughter, people were coming out of the heat of the dining hall into the gentle, beautiful cool of the night. The moment faded, reality reasserted itself.

She broke away, as if they had been tussling like schoolboys. It had not been a minute since he first kissed her. How did they get to this point so quickly? Her face was flushed, her mouth reddened. Her hair, at one side, had begun to come loose.

'Ginny-" Harry began as if to speak, to explain or even worst to cite this as another 'mistake'.

Ginny knew she could not bear to hear any such explanation at the moment. She interrupted him before he could go on, "The twins' fireworks are going to start soon. That's why everyone's gathered outside."

They did not have to wait long. It was a few minutes before the fireworks began. They were designed and made by the Weasley twins. Even the special effects, set pieces and flights of rockets were let off by the both of them. There were rockets like a flight of scintillating birds singing with sweet voices. There were fountains of butterflies that flew glitteringly into the trees. There were sparklers, crackers, goblin barkers and thunderclaps. The entire display was superb. The art of the Weasley twins improved with age.

They even had one last surprise, in honor of the wedding couple. The lanterns went out. A great smoke went up. It spouted green and scarlet flames. Out flew a red-golden dragon – not life-size but terribly life-like: fire came from his jaws, his eyes glared down; there was a roar, and he whizzed three times over the heads of the crowd. They all ducked and several children fell flat on their faces. The dragon passed like an express train, turned a somersault, and burst over the nearby lake with a deafening explosion that caused Ginny to instinctively cover her ears with her hands and bury her face in Harry's chest.

When she moved away and looked up at Harry, his eyes was as dark and murky as the lake water. He put his hands inside her coat, holding her ribcage, the warmth of her through the silk of her dress. He leaned down to kiss her again, "Not here," Ginny murmured, observing the many people gathered around them. By some good fortune, Harry seemed to understand. He gestured in the general direction of the house and Ginny nodded in agreement.

As they stepped into the main hallway of the house, and were completely out of sight from anyone who could possible see them, Harry pulled her close and leaned down to kiss her, again. He kissed her, found the inside of her mouth, and felt lost and light headed, as if he were spinning.

Then she was leading him upstairs with one hand and unbuttoning his robes with the other. As he backed her into his bedroom, he slid his hand to her breast, felt her breast through the cloth. He unfastened the top button of her dress, pushed the fabric of her bra aside. He kissed her nipple, licked it with his tongue, astonishing himself with the boldness of this gesture as Ginny made a small sound of pleasure.

He moved away from her then, the both of them standing there in his bedroom a breath away from each other, a few feet away from the bed, very much aware of what was going to happen if they stayed yet neither wished to leave. Ginny watched him, studied his profile as he stood there - Harry looked young in the dark. There was silence for what seemed like an eternity, and then he began to speak.

"Do you know how much self-control I've had to exert to stop myself from kissing you all these years?" He looked at her with those amazing eyes, liquid, intelligent and burning with warmth. "In fact, I've exercised so much self control, I don't think I have any left."

"Well, I'm drunk enough for us not to regret this afterward and not that drunk that you would be taking advantage of me." Ginny reasoned.

Harry's face softened to an amused smile as he reached out and pulled her towards him. Ginny supposed this was inevitable really.

The bedroom curtains were open. The room was illuminated by moonlight. After some tugging, tussling and tossing of clothes, they fell naked together on the bed. Laughing, caressing, kissing slowly.

He was lean, firm, brown, well built, well hung. His skin was beautifully smooth, a magnet irresistibly drawing her hands and her mouth. They had wanted each other so much for so long. His fingers slid over her breasts and down her belly, and she was convulsed with a desire stronger that she had ever experienced before.

"I don't normally go to bed with someone on the first date," Ginny whispered as his tongue followed the route his fingers had just taken.

"We haven't even had our first date." He murmured, his mouth and eyelashes fluttering against her flesh.

"Oh. No, we haven't, have we? Although I supposed this is sensible. Get down to the shagging straight away and then if that's totally useless we haven't wasted any time or effort going out with each other first."

Harry paused, drew level with her again and smiled, amused, running a fingertip lightly between her breasts, along the curve of her neck and across her mouth. He caressed her cheek with his hand then brought both of them to cup her face. He stared down at her with those brilliant, intense eyes.

"Gin."

"What?"

"Shut up."

He silenced her with a kiss.

As Sirius walked back to the reception hall after the fireworks, he noticed Chris walking by herself right in front of him. He also noted that she was walking right beside the lake. His marauder instincts kicking in, Sirius snuck up on her from behind and then with a slight shove, pushed her into the lake. Chris was in complete shock as she broke the surface, gasping for air. She saw Sirius standing at the bank, smirking down at her.

"I don't believe this!" She cried out, while treading water and attempting to swim towards shore. "Oh, Zedka's gonna kill you for ruining this dress. You're in big trouble." She spluttered.

Sirius shrugged, unfazed, "A quick drying spell will fix it up. Besides, you look good wet."

"Shut up!" Chris snapped, dragging herself onto the sand. Sirius held his hand out to help her up but she ignored him, stumbling to her feet, her soaked dress robes weighing her down and her wet hair clinging on to her face.

"Maybe we could have dinner..." Sirius offered, as she stood facing him, trembling from a combination of cold and anger.

She stared at him bewildered, "What do you mean? Like a date?"

Sirius shook his head, "No! Just casual dinner... If we happen to have sex afterwards so be it!"

Chrsitne lost it right then and then. In one swift movement, she slapped him, right smack across his cheek.

"In place of relationships, you have sarcasm and violence!" Sirius exclaimed, livid. How dare she hit him, especially after how charming he was being to her?

"Oh, I have sarcasm? When every word that comes out of your mouth is dripping with disdain!" She shot back.

"Ah! But that is because I am a miserable, grumpy elitist - and that works for me!" Sirius retorted.

"Yes, you're right. You're a cynical, exploitive, mean creep who wouldn't know real-hearted love if it bit him in the armpit. You will end up childless and alone." She told him matter-of-factly, before pulling out her wand and drying herself instantly.

"Well, fingers crossed, yeah." Sirius admitted carelessly. At the dirty look Chris was giving him, he continued, "And I supposed that pisses you off royally."

"No, you know what really pisses me off? You." To emphasize her point, she jabbed her wand into his chest, painfully. "You are a human affront to all women and I am a woman." She shot him a glare, before storming off, unsure whether it was anger or desire that was making her feel so heated.

Ginny lay beside Harry, breathless and enveloped in a golden haze of well being after their very indulgent lovemaking. She gazed lazily at the clock on the bedside table, surprised to see that it was gone ten p.m. To think that only twelve hours ago, shehadapparated right on top of Harry, on this very bed.

She stretched luxuriously against Harry who was massaging her foot with his. She felt almost ethereal with pleasure, as if she was dreaming while awake. Those pleasant thoughts were unpleasantly disturbed by the frantic footfalls of someone nearing the bedroom. The door was flung open just as Ginny yanked the sheets over her head, hiding herself.

It was Ron who walked into the bedroom looking extremely anxious and flustered. "Harry! I need your help. I can't find Hermione ANYWHERE!" He explained, panic stricken.

Harry had been trying to sit up all this while, without moving the sheets so Ginny would not be revealed huddling in his bed in all her naked glory.

Ron paused in his ranting, staring hard at Harry as something registered in his head. "What are you doing in bed so early?" Ron asked, curiously.

"Eh-" Harry seriously had no idea what to say.

"Are you having a quickie?" Ron's eyes shone with mirth as the possible connotation behind the sight of a shirtless Harry in bed sank in.

"Eh-" Harry could not believe how incapable he was of forming a sentence at the moment other than 'Your sister is the best shag I ever had.'

"Who's it? Is it Fleur? Or Zedka's friend Kate Todd?" Ron looked very interested, having completely forgotten his previous dilemma.

Harry decided to ignore his questions, "You were saying about Hermione?"

Instantly, Ron frowned and looked supremely stressed, "I don't know where she is, Harry. She's really angry with me 'cos I had a couple of drinks with you guys instead of being with her." Ron threw his hands up in the air, "Hormones!"

"Calm down, Ron. Why don't you do back down to the reception and wait there for her if she turns up. Meanwhile, let me get dressed, search the house and see if she's around and then join you." Harry told him, rationally.

Ginny decided as she hid beneath the sheets that Harry sounded damn sexy when he took charge, rather than when he was a blubbering, speechless idiot.

Ron nodded in agreement, "Thanks mate."

He turned to walk out of the room, and then paused in the doorway, turning around with a cheeky grin on his face, "The girl you got lucky with - She's in there, isn't she? " He asked, pointing to the bed.

"Ron!" Harry exclaimed, indignantly.

"Fine, fine." Ron backed off, walking out of the room, closing the door behind him. It was only when they heard the front door slam shut as Ron left the house did Ginny come out of hiding.

"Phew, that was close." She murmured.

Harry shrugged, staring at her intently for a minute before speaking, "Gin, would you rather keep this between us for now?"

Ginny smiled at him gratefully, "Definitely, Harry. I just don't want to have to deal with my family, especially my brothers and I really don't want them to make a big deal out of it. I'd rather we just take it at our own pace."

"With no pressure." Harry added, glad that they were seeing eye to eye on this. He had been afraid that she would think he was embarrassed of their budding relationship, which was far from the truth. The truth was that he was just very much petrified of the Ginny's brothers. Somehow Voldermort seemed like a walk in the park compared to them.

"Yeah, I mean if my family knows, everyone'll know, then the Daily Prophet will find out..." Ginny shuddered at the thought of all the unwanted attention. Harry was still the media's darling, even more so after defeating Voldermort.

He nodded in complete agreement before leaning down to kiss her, full on the lips.

"I was born to kiss you." He said when they broke away, breathless.

"Really? Not to kill Voldermort?"

Harry snorted. "No blooming way. The prophecy was dead wrong."

"Heh, you stupid boy." Ginny grinned.

TBC

A/n note:

You got the movies right..but you missed out Four weddings and a funeral and Mickey Blue Eyes! I think one of you'll guessed it later..

I think Luna's damn funny too..hehe

You should see her here in this chapter..

I liked that you thought the wedding was realistic… I was afraid it was too clichéd.

Well, what's been up with my life – I'm still in love with best guy friend and am convincing myself otherwise…that's basically it.

Once again apologies about any grammatical errors because my poor beta reader is kinda overloaded at the moment but I still wanted to please you guys and put up this chapter PRONTO, even though I didn't get much reviews.

You're probably the only one who thinks Luna and Fred are cute…I don't think anyone else even noticed that I mentioned how Fred fell in love with Luna while she was going out with George.

I am apologize for the overload of movie quotes – I just thought it would be fun to create a story with all my favourite bits from different movies, tv shows and books thrown in it all over. Anyway, I hope this chapter was original enough...

although some readers mentioned how they liked the movie references...

Aniwai, it just seemed I'm getting less and less reviews for each chapter I update..i wonder if you guys could help explain to me this phenomenon…. is it my story? Is something lacking?

Next chapter will be pretty fun since it's centered around Ron and Hermione bickering, the wedding reception proceeding and in the middle of it all, Ginny and Harry trying to keep what's going on between them a secret!

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