A/N: I still don't own Harry Potter. It all belongs to the phenomenally talented J.K. Rowling. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed; you guys are amazing. I'm sorry this chapter took so long to get this up but the play opened Friday, October 29 and I've been just a little busy. I'm already thinking up ideas for the sequel to When You See a Guy Reach for Stars in the Sky.

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I have a question. Why did my perfectly normal looking Cuban friend, Ben, have to go off and become REALLY amazingly HOT over the summer? I was used to him being normal looking. Why'd he have to go off and become hot over the summer?

Oliver looked at Ginny. It was a crisp, cool Saturday morning in early April a few weeks after their visit to the Burrow. "You know," he said slowly. "We have a wedding to plan."

She nodded. "We need to book a church and a reception hall, find a band for the reception, pick a caterer, and come up with a guest list. We also need to decide who will be in the wedding party, pick out dresses and tuxes, and decide where we're going on our honeymoon."

"You've really thought this out, haven't you?" Oliver teased. "Let me guess; you've had this all planned out in your head since you were nine years old."

"Actually, since I was seven, but close shot," Ginny replied, scooping her toddling daughter off the floor before Callie knocked over anything as she had lately become prone to.

Her fiancée shook his head. "Women! Why do you have to start planning your wedding when you're a child? Why do you start naming your children when you're nine years old? You don't even know who you're going to marry when you're nine years old."

Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes. "It's just the way we are. I don't know why I've been planning my wedding since I was seven or why I've known what I want to name my kids since I was ten. It's just always been that way."

He shook his head yet again; he found himself doing that a good deal with Ginny around. "Do I want to know what names you have picked out for our children? Do you know how many children you want?"

She shrugged. "I was thinking about three boys and two girls, not including Callie. How many children do you want?"

"Seven, enough for my own Quidditch team," he replied with a smile. "But back to my original question," his voice was getting serious. "What do you want to name our kids?"

"If we have boys, I like John Paul, Timothy Daniel, and James Michael. For girls, I like Joanna Teresa, Elizabeth Katherine, and Anna Sophia," she said with a smile. Then she turned somber. "Do you want seven kids including Callie?"

He shrugged. "I just want enough kids to have my own Quidditch team; we could have seven kids including Callie if you'd prefer things that way."

"It would probably mean being in labor once less time," she said.

He smiled. "Well, if that's what you want."

She nodded. "That's what I want."

"Then that's what we'll do," he kissed her. "Now let's get back to planning this wedding."

Ginny smiled. "All right, when do when want to have the ceremony?"

"July," Oliver said immediately. "It gives us more time to plan." Ginny nodded, seeming like that wasn't exactly the answer she was hoping for. Oliver looked her in the eyes. "Gin, when do you want to have the wedding?"

"June," she whispered softly. "I don't know why but there's something that's just so romantic about June."

Oliver sighed. What was it with girls and June weddings? What was so romantic about June? Why was it more exciting than May and July? He decided to make the first of many compromises he would make after their wedding. "All right, we can get married in June. What day should we get married?"

She shrugged. "I hadn't thought about that very much. What do you think?"

"June 25 at noon," he said, just thinking off the top of his head. "It seems like a nice date."

His fiancée shrugged. "That sounds good." She looked at her little daughter in her arms. "Hmm, Callie, what do you think? Do you think Mummy and Daddy should get married on June 25?"

"Mummy! Daddy!" Callie announced, clapping her pudgy little hands together. "Doggie!"

Oliver laughed. "Well, Mummy and Daddy will get married on June 25, but I'm not sure about the doggie bit. I don't know if Professor Dumbledore would let us keep a doggie in the castle."

"Doggie! Doggie!"

"Maybe," Ginny said firmly. "We might get a dog after the wedding." She emphasized the might even though she knew Callie didn't understand.

"So, who will be in the wedding party?" Oliver asked. "And don't say Fred and George. I don't want them to charm my robes to be orange instead of black as you're walking down the aisle."

Ginny smiled. "I was thinking Hermione would be my matron of honor; Alicia, Angelina, and Katie are my sisters-in-law and your cousins so I figure they should be my bridesmaids. And you can pick your own best man and groomsmen."

Oliver smiled. "Thank you; I appreciate that. Well, Harry helped you out after Michael raped you, so he should be one of my groomsmen."

"He's also your cousin," Ginny pointed out.

"Very true," Oliver conceded. "I want Charlie to be my best man and Bill and Ron to be my other groomsmen."

Ginny smiled. "Well, we have a wedding party and a date; now we have to plan the little details. But first, do we want Alex and Larissa to be our Ringbearer and flower girl?"

Oliver nodded. "It makes sense to have them in the wedding. After all, they're your niece and nephew."

"All right, Alex and Larissa are in the wedding party," Ginny confirmed. "After all, they'll be adorable. Where should we have the wedding and reception?"

"Umm, well, I was thinking we should have the wedding at the church where my parents got married thirty years ago and then we can have the reception in your parents' backyard."

"That sounds lovely," Ginny sighed. "And romantic too. What does the church look like?"

"It's an old Gothic church in the town I lived in growing up. (A/N: does anyone know the names of any small Scottish towns?) It's St. Andrew's Church. My Grandmum Wood says it's been there since the dawn of time; at any rate, it's almost five hundred years old. It's a beautiful old church," Oliver smiled. He knew Ginny would love it.

Ginny smiled. "That sounds romantic. Are we going to have people Apparate or use a Portkey to get to my parents' house?"

"They can Apparate if they want to but we should have Portkeys available for the children."

"Sounds good. What band should we have at the reception?"

"Burgundy7," Oliver answered immediately. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know it's a cheap take-off of Maroon5 but hey, my imagination doesn't work at ten in the morning.)

"And I'll let my mother take care of the food."

"I'll take care of the tuxes and you can take care of flowers and dresses."

Ginny nodded. "Sounds like a plan. I think we have the basic plan for our wedding."

"Now can the groom-to-be kiss the bride-to-be?"

"Definitely," Ginny said with a seductive air.

A few days later, Maria, Juliet, and Nikki came to visit Oliver after classes. "We have a question for you," Juliet announced sitting down on her brother's desk.

"Really? What is it?" Oliver looked up from the pile of tests he was correcting.

"When are you getting married?" Juliet asked.

"Does Ginny need any help planning the wedding?" Nikki added. "We'd be more than happy to help."

Oliver laughed. "I think Ginny and her mother have the wedding well in hand."

"But she doesn't have any sisters to help her plan," Juliet pointed out.

"No, she doesn't, but she does have five sisters-in-law who have planning their own weddings and they can help her plan her wedding."

Juliet crossed her arms against her chest and stuck her lower lip out. "But I want to help. I was so looking forward to planning a wedding."

"I'll ask Gin if she needs any help from you," Oliver finally relented.

"Can we be in the wedding?" Maria begged. "Please?"

Oliver looked at his sister's puppy eyes. "I'll talk to Ginny. I'm not sure what she'll say. She seems kind of set on having Hermione and her sisters-in-law as her bridesmaid."

"But I'm your sister," Juliet whined.

"You're my fourteen-year-old sister," Oliver retorted. "Katie, Alicia, and Angelina are like twenty-five years old. You're a little young to be in a wedding; they're more than old enough."

Maria moaned. "You're just saying that to defend your fiancée. Oliver Thomas Wood, I never thought I'd live to see the day when you'd favor your fiancée over your family."

"I'm about to start a family with Ginny," he told them. "I already have a daughter with her and I intend to have more children with her.

Maria looked at her brother. She hadn't thought about that before and she told her brother that. "I kind of forget that you have another family with Ginny. I know that Callie's her daughter but sometimes I forget that she's your daughter too."

"I'm looking forward to your wedding," Juliet added. "But sometimes I forget that when you get married you're going off to your new life with your new family."

"But that doesn't mean I'll stop loving you," he told them. "I still love you; I'll always love you. You're my sisters and I could never stop loving you. But this does mean that our relationship will change. I won't be around as much but I'll still be there for you. If either of you ever needs anything, I'll always be there for you, and so will Ginny. We love you both very much."

Nikki looked at him. "What about me? Do you love me?"

Oliver laughed. "Nikki, you're Juliet's best friend; you're my little sister's best friend and that's all."

"All right," she said, resigned. "That's good enough for me, for now."

That evening, Oliver was playing with Callie and her stuffed dogs in Ginny's bedroom. "I can't see what she finds to entertaining about these things," he said as he held one in his hand.

"They're soft and they make her happy," Ginny said from her bed where she was looking at a bride's magazine. "And she can play with them safely; I don't have to worry about her hurting herself when she plays with them."

Oliver nodded. "Are you saying that someday we're going to have to get a dog to make her happy?"

Ginny shrugged. "It depends on where we're living when we get married."

A/N: Okay, so it was really short but it took me so long to write it that I just wanted to get something up for you guys. I promise you more stuff is on its way. Please review! (I want to pass 100 review for this fic.)