A/N: I hate this story. Have I ever told you that? It is boring and out of character and I absolutely hate it. So if you don't see me update much, that's probably it. Here's a new chapter, I don't like it, but hopefully you will. Please review and tell me. Actually, I could need some ideas on where to take this. I'm pretty much at a stand still here. New ideas might be just the thing needed for me to get the inspiration to write more.

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The Hogwarts Express pulled up at King's Cross station, and Ginny put away all her belongings.

"I can't believe the amount of crap it is possible to gather up throughout a day," she said to Melody with a shake of her head. The two of them had gotten an early Christmas break, and was finally back in the 'civilsed world' as Melody had said in a fit of excitement as they were leaving school.

"I know," Melody agreed and pulled down her trunk from the top rack. "It should be said that most of said crap is yours, though," she added with a grin.

Ginny laughed. "Too true. Too true. I never knew I was such a slob. I think I am finally starting to understand what my mum has had to live with. Of course, in my defense, I am nothing compared to my brothers. You should see the twins' room."

Melody chuckled. "One day I am going to meet your family. They sound insane, but I always claimed that nothing is as interesting as insane people."

"Which is why you and I get along so well, my friend," Ginny said from within her outdoor robes. She was pulling them on and trying to talk at the same time, something that resulted in no success doing either.

Melody nodded. "So I've heard. Now then, King's Cross. How do we get from here?"

Ginny put a levitation charm on her trunk, then pushed it out the carriage door. "I am being picked up by Harry, and once we're out of Platform nine and three quarters you can take the train from there to wherever you're going."

"Heathrow," Melody said.

"Heathrow," Ginny repeated. "It's an… airplane thing, right?"

"Exactly. Airport. My father is a muggle, remember? And he's an airline pilot, so I can fly wherever I want. He has a plane leaving today from Heathrow to Barcelona, where I will spend Christmas with my family. The plane leaves at midnight, and since it is now," she checked her watch, "nine, that means I have three hours. Perfect."

Ginny shook her head. Muggles and their flying. What was the point in building these airplanes when you could fly on a broomstick? She had never been on a plane, but she was pretty sure it was nothing compared to the soaring sensation one got on a good old-fashioned broom. She was about to tell Melody this very thing when suddenly she spotted a mop of black hair above the few other people on the platform and all thoughts of broomsticks and airplanes were forgotten. She grinned widely and all but ran over to where Harry was. He engulfed her in the biggest hug she could ever remember getting, and then kissed her quickly.

"Got to keep a low profile," he said with a wink, then hugged her again. "Welcome home!" he added once they pulled apart.

"Thank you," Ginny said, unable to stop smiling. "It's so good to see you."

"You too," Harry replied, then shook hands with Melody, who was looking at them in an amused fashion.

"You two really are like an old married couple," she said with a laugh.

"We are?" Harry replied with a chuckle. "You should spend some more time with Ron and Hermione, then. They have been acting like they were married since they first met."

Melody laughed. "I can imagine. Anyway, I have to run to make sure I catch the train for Heathrow. Have a great time you two. And," she winked, "be good."

Ginny put on an innocent smile. "Always," she said and hugged her. "You take care, and I'll see you in a month."

"Bye Gin, take care. Nice to see you again, Harry." And then she grabbed her trunk and was gone beyond the barrier between the muggle and wizard part of King's Cross.

Once they were alone Harry turned to Ginny, still smiling. "How was the trip, your highness?"

Ginny chuckled. "Not too bad. At least I knew of the yellow walls now."

"Oh yes," Harry said mockingly, "because who knows what could have happened if they were green or something."

She punched him on the arm. "Are you mocking me, Mr. Potter?"

Harry shrugged. "Mock you? A royal? I would be signing my own death warrant. No, I am not mocking you, merely stating the obvious."

Ginny snorted. "You are mocking me. How nice."

"Indeed. So, the plans are as follows: first we get out of here." He started to walk towards the barrier. "Then we head home and I'll cook us dinner before you fall asleep on the sofa while I go on forever about how much I have missed you. How does that sound?"

Ginny sighed happily and took Harry's hand. "Perfect."

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The moment she walked through the door to Harry's flat Ginny knew that these living arrangements were something she could learn to like. Although the flat wasn't exactly big it was definitely enough for two people, at least considering that she would only live there parts of the year. She had wondered a little about exactly how Harry planned for them to sleep but when he put her trunk in his bedroom without question she knew all her worries had been for nothing.

"Ron just moved out yesterday," Harry informed her as they sat down by the kitchen table. "He said he didn't want to be here when you arrived. I don't really know why, and the scary grin he was wearing told me I probably don't want to either."

Ginny chuckled. "I'm with you there. What about all my stuff at Hermione's? Is it still there?"

"I already picked it up. You have most of it with you at Hogwarts anyway, and the little that was left I got for you yesterday. You will see that I can be quite responsible when I have to."

"I never doubted it." She put her head in her hand and looked up at him with a content smile. "I think I am going to like this," she said and Harry smiled back.

"I think so too."

"What are the plans for tomorrow?"

"Your mum wants us to come over and say hello. She wanted us to come tonight but I managed to talk her out of it."

Ginny grinned. "Did I tell you I love you?"

"I believe you did." He winked. "When we are there we will also plan the last of the stuff for the wedding. Hermione has sent out seventy or so invitations, and I think at least sixty of the invited said they were coming. You and I don't really need to worry about that though, your mum said she would take care of it. What's left for us to do is to worry about the rehearsal dinner, plus Hermione wanted us to go look at robes. I'd rather wear a muggle suit, but something tells me your mum might not agree."

Ginny nodded. "Something tells me you might be right. What else?"

"Well, once that is done we are having dinner with your family, as all your brothers will have come home sometime during the day. Dinner is set for seven, but it probably won't be until maybe eight. Then once that is done my plan is that you suddenly get very tired and I will have to follow you home. Personally, that's my favourite part of the day."

"No doubt." Ginny thought about everything he had said. "So you guys have it all worked out, then? Wow, I am amazed."

"I know," Harry said with a nod. "I am, too. I honestly never believed it would be this simple. I guess the worst parts will be once the actual day is near, but as long as we manage to keep Ron away from the firewhisky I think everything will be good."

Ginny laughed. "You're mean."

"And honest," Harry added.

"And honest. So that's it then? There is actually going to be a wedding. I can hardly believe it. My brother is getting married."

Harry nodded slowly. "My best friends are getting married. I feel old."

"You should. You have passed twenty, after all."

Harry gaped in mock outrage. "Are you telling me I'm old?"

"Basically, yes."

He shook his head. "Kids these days."

Ginny giggled. "Horrible, isn't it?"

"Most certainly. They never take responsibility, never do anything to honour their elders. What on earth am I going to do?"

"Make me dinner?"

Harry huffed. "You young spry! This is not a hotel, young lady."

She laughed, and Harry's stern face cracked. "You have spent too much time with my mother," Ginny said with a decided nod. "It's not healthy."

Harry got to his feet and walked across the table and pulled her to her feet. He then put his arms around her and looked her into the eyes. "I missed you," he muttered, and Ginny could feel her heart beat at the proximity. "Letters isn't enough. If I hadn't known you were fulfilling your dream I would have asked you to never leave me again."

She smiled sadly. "I know. God, I wish I could. But I really love it there, you know,"

Harry nodded. "I know. Which is why I won't ask anything of you. At least nothing more than that you let me spend as much time with you as humanly possible before you go away again. And that you promise me you will come home to me every vacation."

She put her arms around his waist and hugged him. "I promise," she mumbled into his neck, and they stood like that for a long time.

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"Ginny I love you very much, but right now I need you to hurry up and get out of that bathroom! Your parents are going to be here any moment and if you're not dressed by then everything will get very messy."

Ginny rolled her eyes and pulled the brush through her hair one last time. Then she glanced into the mirror, straightened her robes and opened the door to find a clearly distressed Harry standing on the other side.

"Finally," he grumbled once he saw her. "Merlin, Gin, you do realise you're not the only person who uses this bathroom don't you?"

"Yes. And you look great too," she said drily. At her words Harry stopped scowling and sighed.

"I'm sorry. You look wonderful, you really do. I'm just a little stressed."

"A little?"

"Ok, a lot. It's just… ones best friends doesn't get married every day. Not to mention that your mother has been constantly yelling into our fireplace for the last half hour and I know she is your mother, but damnit that woman can be a pain sometimes."

Ginny smiled and took his hand. "It's ok, Harry. Don't worry about it. I just wanted to look my best. Not that I really care about these things, but the place will be packed with all kinds of relatives who seem to think that I stopped growing once I turned ten. So this," she gestured towards herself, "is all for them."

"Really? I thought it was for me," Harry said in disappointment.

"Oh no. If I wanted to look good for you I wouldn't have worn anything at all."

Harry grinned. "You know me so well."

"I try. So, what time is it? And how late will we be?"

"It is ten to eleven, and if we manage to get there in the next ten minutes then we will only be half an hour late."

"Not too bad," Ginny said as she took out her wand.

"No one will expect us to be there that early," Harry agreed and took out his own wand. "Anyway, see you there?"

"See you."

"And Gin."

"Yes?"

"You look gorgeous. And that even though you're actually dressed."

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They appeared outside the Burrow and Ginny immediately felt as if she was looking at a crime scene. Or a war path. Or at least something that was not, nor could ever have been, her childhood home. Wherever she looked there was something happening. Over by the house Fred and George were setting up tables, while Angelina was trying to get baby Alexandra to fall asleep. Bill and Charlie were battling with a party tent that refused to stay where they wanted it to, and Percy was walking from one person to another being more of an annoyance than anything else. There were also quite a few people who could be nothing but muggles, probably Hermione's family. They were all looking at the scene in front of them with unmasked confusion and also a little awe. One man was looking at herself and Harry as if they were ghosts, probably taken aback by their sudden apparating.

"Wow," Harry said quietly to Ginny as he was taking it all in.

"I agree. This is scary. And so far it seems like only half of my relatives are here. And those poor muggles! I wonder where mum and dad are."

"Not to mention Ron and Hermione," Harry said and looked around.

"Very true. Listen, I'll go find Hermione while you go find Ron. I'll talk to you later. And if you find any of that firewhisky I am sure Ron is hiding up in his room please get me some? Something tells me this is going to be a long day."

Harry smiled and kissed her quickly. "Later."

Ginny looked after him as he walked away, a cheesy grin on her face. The last week with Harry had been absolutely perfect, and although living with him definitely was anything but roses and sunshine, it was what she knew she wanted to do for the rest of her life.

"Having a good day, Miss Weasley?"

Ginny looked away from Harry's retrieving back and into the sparkling eyes of Albus Dumbledore.

"Hello, Professor," she said with a smile. "How are you today?"

"I certainly can't complain," Dumbledore replied with a broad smile. "Two of my students are getting married, and two other seem to be heading there." He gave her a knowing smile and Ginny blushed.

"Oh I don't know about that, Professor," she replied, hoping she wasn't making too much of a fool out of herself.

"Well of course not. But it does seem like you and Mr. Potter have a certain, shall I call it chemistry?" He arched his eyebrows at her.

"A certain chemistry indeed," she agreed, "but I do think it will be quite some time yet before Harry and I get married, sir. I do, after all, have other responsibilities."

Dumbledore smiled. "Yes I know, Miss Weasley, I am merely teasing you. It is very good to see both of you so happy, though." He sobered for a moment. "Harry is almost like a son to me, Ginny. His well-being matters greatly to me. And I know that with you around his well-being is taken great care of."

Ginny nodded. "I try my best, Professor."

"I am glad to hear it. Now if you will excuse me, Molly just arrived and I have a few last minute arrangements that need to be taken care of. I will see you later, Miss Weasley. Have a nice day."

"You too, Professor. I'll see you later."

"And Miss Weasley, if you speak to Miss Granger, tell her that everything will be allright and that she can do nothing more about anything at this point." He pushed up his glasses, winked at her, and then he walked away.

Ginny shook her head in amusement and went inside to find Hermione.

"Ginny, thank God you're here," Hermione exclaimed the moment Ginny put her head through the door. "My dress is too long and I can't for the life of me remember the correct spell to fix it. Besides, my hair is an absolute mess and I think I have put my uncle John next to uncle Peter and those two can't stand each other. I have to fix it or else the entire wedding will be ruined!" Hermione threw her hands into the air looked ready to bolt out the door.

Ginny smiled calmly. "Don't worry, Hermione, everything will be fine. Why don't you sit down, take a deep breath and I'll fix your dress. Then I will find someone to fix your hair, I think I saw Penelope around here somewhere, and I'll find someone who can fix the seating arrangements. You don't have to worry about that anymore."

Hermione looked up at Ginny and smiled feebly. "Thank you, Ginny. I don't know what I would do without you."

"You're welcome. Now please relax. In half an hour you'll be Mrs. Weasley and then you can freak out all you want trying to figure out exactly what you were thinking marrying my brother. Until then I assure you everything will be taken care of."