A/N: Ack! I know, 'finally, finally'! Sorry everyone, my apology it has taken so long to get this chapter up! Shool has been in full swing, and my weekends have been very busy.

I"ll just say it now, I know that most of these chapters (including this one) have many spelling/grammatical mistakes in them. My excuse: No spell check, and with the rate my laptops going, I won't be getting it. Also, the 'G' key on my laptop sticks, so my apologies for that.

Also, these stories seem a bit rushed, but sorry, I've been suffering from writers block. e.e

So I hope you enjoy!

Oh, the little buddle of fun is for the next chapter, this really wasn't the final at all, I decided to make it two. ;3

Disclaimer: Everything you recognize from Harry Potter is (obviously) not mine.

It's Ok, Chapter 9: Wedding Bliss

This was it. The day she had been waiting for for all of her life.

Ginny Weasley, was going to get married. Married to Harry Potter.

Ginny sat comfortably in the suite of a grand elegant hotel. She was currently with Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, and Parvati Patil. They were throwing her a small bachlorette party as her last day as an unmarried woman. Ginny had received a few gifts from them, including a book on how to rid of Crumpled Horned Snorcacks from Luna, and a few pairs of very…..revealing lingerie from Parvati.

It had only been 5 months after Harry proposed, since they had dated for so long, a long engagement was not on their list. Their wedding was to be held in the meadows by the Burrow. Ginny wanted something simple and elegant, and Harry wanted the same, of course, Mrs. Weasley would settle for no less.

Harry was now currently with Ron, Seamus, Neville, Fred, George, Dean, and Bill, supposedly having the 'Best Bachelor Party ever' according to Neville.

Ginny's gaze drifted to the window, looking down at the peaceful scenery the wizarding hotel provided, she caught the view changing from a multi-colored sunset, to a white-sanded beach at dawn.

"Ginny?" Hermione called softly, tapping her shoulder a bit.

"W-what Hermione?" Ginny asked stifling a yawn behind her small freckled hand.

"Just wanted to let you know that the other girls have gone to the pool." Hermione answered, her maternal instinct taking in as she tided up the food, drinks, and gifts in the hotel room.

"A-alright. Sorry, I'm a little t-tired." Ginny failed at the few extra yawns that escaped from between her widely-spread fingers.

"Just go get ready for bed now, I"ll call over to Harry to check how he's doing." Hermione said. "You do have a big day tomorrow after all."

"Before I do anything, I'll be making a hangover potion for Harry and the boys." Ginny grinned as she went into her separate room and pulling the ingrediants out of the closet. 20 minutes later Ginny had the potion made and was currently snuggled deep under her covers. Hermione walked into the room.

"OH gosh, I've seen that face before, how drunk is he?" Ginny grinned tiredly from the bed.

Hermione plopped down on the pillow, her back to Ginny and her shoulders shaking violently.

"'Mione? What's wrong? You alright?" Ginny sat up quickly, wha the hell was wrong with her?

But as she got a better view of Hermione, she was not sobbing, but laughing uncontrollably, she held up a shaking hand to signal that she needed a few minutes to quiet herself down.

Ginny chuckled quietly. "Was it that bad?"

Hermione took a few gasps. "I have never heard a better version of 'Like A Virgin' from Harry." She collapsed into another fit of giggles.

Ginny gave a few chortles. "I had a feeling Fred and George would bring Kareoke, they've been obsessed with it lately."

"That's not the rest of it. Seamus, Ron, Neville, and Dean had a synchronized dance in the back, macarena included." Hermione's giggles were now slightly calming themselves down a bit.

"Ahh." Ginny smiled. "I had better make an extra cauldron full of that hangover potion in the morning." Ginny said, falling back onto her pillow again.

"I"ll do it, don't you worry about it." Hermione said, getting up from the bed and walking to the door. "'Night Mrs.Potter." Hermione smiled from the door.

"Night Weasley" Ginny called back.

All night, Ginny had butterflies in her stomach, for come 24 hours, she would officially be Mrs. Ginny Potter. She rolled onto her stomach and hid her face in the pillow to conceal the wide grin that had spread across her face.

Finally, after many hours of giggling, grinning, and rolling around in the large bed, Ginny finally fell asleep.

The next morning.

As Ginny woke that morning, the first thing she did was turn to look at her clock. Her eyes still blurred from the morning, she mistook the clock that read '7:45' to one that said '11:45'. (A.N: Don't ask me how she could do that, I don't know, just needed something to start her morning up. ;3) She bolted upright to a sitting postion and let out an ear splitting scream.

Instantly, Hermione, Luna, and Parvati rushed into the room, each with mussed hair, sleepy eyes, and clutching a wand and pillow, ready to attack what ever decided to wake Ginny at this ungodly hour.

"Wha-?"

"What?"

"WHY!" Ginny shrieked, jumping out of her bed and rushing to the bathroom. Hermione caught her before she left the room.

"Ginerva Weasley, what in the world are you screaming about so earily in the morning?" Hermione said, bossiness booming in her voice.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ' SO EARLY IN THE MORNING' I'M ABOUT TO MISS MY OWN DAMN WEDDING!" She yelled loudly, trying to get herself out of Hermione's grip and to the bathroom. Over her shoulder, she could see Parvati sleeping on the floor as she just fell over, and Luna sprawled across her messy bed.

"Ginny, Ginny, you twit, it's only 7:45, I could've had 15 more minutes of beauty sleep." Hermione said, the tiredness finding it's way back into her voice as she repetedly whacked Ginny over the head with her pillow.

"Oh." Ginny said quietly. She dodged the pillow that Hermione now threw at her and walked over to her bed, falling beside Luna.

"Oh no you don't missy." Hermione said, dragging her back up. "You woke me up, and I'm fully awake. Time to get ready."

Ginny nodded a little and left to get ready in the bathroom. From her shower, she could hear Hermione bossing out orders to Luna and Parvati, one, Ginny could swear, had the words "Take, cauldron, Fred's flat, hangover."

2 hours later, you could find Ginny in her childhood room in the Burrow, her mother, Hermione, and Fleur fussing over her dress, hair, and make up. The time seemed to fly by so fast.

3 hours later flashed by. A whirlwind of white's, pale blues, and pale pinks as Ginny walked down the aisle, her father at her side, guests smiling at her, and Harry at the end of the aisle.

The vows, the rings, and the kisses, it all seemed so surreal for Ginny. Though, she did believe, that the best part of her wedding had to be the reception. Within a few seconds, the Burrow's backyard was transformed from the picturesque wedding, to a full blown party, many many guests dancing and mingling, including the minister of magic, and the full Chudley Cannons team. As Ginny sat down for the first time in what seemed like hours, she giggled as she saw a group of Harry's most dedicated fans, standing stiffly in a corner, eyeing his everymove.

I hope that they figure he's mine now, Ginny thought to herself. She took a few deep breaths, stood up, and went off for more dancing with Harry, her father, and her brothers, mingling with the guests and eating her magnificent wedding cake.

Last but not least, she looked at the pile of wedding presents laying on a table by the door of the Burrow. Harry and her had not asked for anything at all, but of course, that wouldn't do as it was their wedding.

Ginny examined the gifts. Pots, pans, mandatory household materials, an oddly shapped dress robe, a new broomstick, and she could swear from the outside of the package, 3 new sets of baby clothes.

She was just shaking a small square box when a pair of hands slid themselves around her waist.

"Let's say we get out of here, eh?" She heard Harry's voice say. He unwrapped a hand, and took the box out of her grip, placing it back onto the table. "The suite that was reserved just for us is sounding mighty tempting." He whispered into her ear.

She turned around and faced him, only to give him a mind blowing kiss.

"I take that as a yes, Mrs. Potter?" He said, a large grin plastered over his handsome features.

"Yes, you prat, now shut up and kiss me." She said, kissing him a few more times untill she had to let go.

Many goodbye's, catcalls, and whistles later, they finally apparated to the sweet in Italy. IT seemed like such the big Honeymooners spot nowadays, they just couldn't resist.

A few drinks, kisses, and many 'other' things later, Ginny was still smiling stupidly at the fact that she was now, indeed, Mrs. Harry Potter.

A/N: -Nervous laugh- Like it? I was a bit rushed writing it, not much time. I hope you liked it anyways. Ok, so I'm planning to have the next chapter as the last one, unless one of you lovely reviews gives me an outstanding plot twist. Hey, it could happen.

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