Chapter Two: Meetings, Marriages and Musings

Harry entered the Three Broomsticks; upon entering he kept his eyes on the red head girl.

"Can I get you anything, sir?" Madame Rosmerta asked as he stood by the bar.

"Maybe," Harry said, "But first I better sample that cooking." He strode over to the table of other men waiting for food.

The red head girl carried a large bowl and ladle, when she reached one of the men she fill his plate and brush of his comment of marriage. She reached the man opposite Harry as she looked up into his sparkling green eyes she was distracted from her task and poured the stew onto the man's lap. The other men at the table laughed at the mans misfortune.

Ginny piled some stew onto his plate and Harry looked around the table, "Where's the ketchup?"

"My cooking stand on its own," She commented proudly. Harry took a forkful and filled his mouth. He chewed it and swallowed, he quickly shovelled more onto the fork. "Good?" Ginny asked with a smile. Harry nodded.

Ginny sat outside churning butter, a dazed expression on her face. She couldn't stop thinking about the familiar man in the bar. He was so handsome; Ginny had never felt like this before.

"My name's Harry Potter." A tall figure cast a shadow over her. She looked up, "Ginny Weasley."

Harry smiled, "I knew it. The moment I laid eyes I knew I recognised you. Ron's little sister." Ginny nodded her head.

"I live just over the mountains. Got a farm with a house on it. There's timberland, grazing meadows, sheep, cows and 50 acres of wheat. One thing there isn't is a woman. How about it?"

Ginny looked up, "How about what?"

Harry said, "How about marrying me?" Ginny's eyes widen in shock she starts churning faster.

"I know it's kind of short notice," Harry said. "Down south, I'd have courted you, sat in your parents front room every Wednesday evening, then finally ask your father if I could marry you. But here there isn't time. I've got to get back to the farm tonight. It'll be another five months before I get down here again with my grain. You gonna keep me waiting five months 'cause of your pride?"

Ginny stopped for a second. "I'd have to finish my chores."

Harry's face lit up. "I knew the moment I saw you. You were the one for me. I'll go clean up a bit and find the preacher." He set off, Ginny smiling after him.

Harry had gone and gotten cleaned up at the Barbers. He had shaved and had tried desperately to tame his messy black hair, but to no avail.

He now stood in Reverend Granger's front room. His wife, daughter and Ginny were there too. Reverend Granger was lecturing her.

"I'll say it plain and to your face, Ginny. I don't like this marriage," Reverend Granger stated. He looked at Harry, "I don't know anything about you. And I feel responsible. Ginny's been like a daughter to us."

Ginny spoke up, "Ever since I got here, you've been after me to marry. A girl had no right to stay single, you said."

Mrs Granger stood up and placed a hand on Ginny's arm, "We meant you to marry one of our young men. You had your pick of them."

"I tried. Again and again I tried," Ginny resolved. "I'd say yes to one of them then a awful sinking feeling would hit me and I couldn't do it." She looked up at Harry, "But when I said yes to Harry I waited for that feeling, but it didn't come. I feel just fine," Ginny informed, a big smile on her face.

"I think it's just wonderful," Hermione piped up. "Love at first sight. Wish that would happen to me." Her mother shot her a disapproving glare.

"You're determined, Ginny?" She nodded. "Then step forward," The Reverend instructed. "Take her hand in yours. Repeat after me: I, Harry Potter…"

The wedding was overly quickly. Hermione stood in the doorway, watching Ginny pack for her new life. Hermione sighed, "Nothing romantic ever happens to me. I wish I could find that special someone."

"Aren't you promised to Anthony Goldstein?" Ginny questioned as she bent over her bag. Hermione's face scrunched up in disgust, "He's so dull. I want a whirlwind romance." Ginny laughed, "If you want it enough it might just happen. After all 'if you can dream it, you can do it'."

Hermione smiled and was silent for a few minutes. "You will come and visit?" She asked eagerly. "Or could come and visit you?" Ginny nodded and picked up her bonnet and bag, "I'll see you soon Hermione. At the barn raising thats coming up, I promise." Ginny then gave her an awkward hug and left for her new life.

Hermione sighed again, "Yes, I definitely want excitement, adventure and love."

Some of the townsfolk watch as Harry rides off with Ginny.

"Where's she going?" Zacharias Smith moans. Theodore Nott is silently seething, "Never did like Potter. Now I know why."

As they ride past the Mercantile, Severus is standing outside. "Minerva! Minerva! He did it. He got a wife!"

Minerva comes running out. A frown settles on her features when she sees Ginny.

"It's indecent, if you ask me. One lone woman with seven scroungy backwoodsmen!"

I won't be updating for the next week as I'm going on holiday! But i promise to post another chapter as soon as I'm back (well maybe not as soon asI get back as it will like four in the morning). Remember to review so I'll have lots of nice things to read whenI get back! Till then, cya!