AN: Whenever I sit down to write something more boring and important comes up and I get as far as the first line. Sometimes I don't even get that far but as is life. I've lost track of what the hell I'm going on about so I'm just gonna shut up.

P.s- I thought I put in a note that said I had used some Georgina Nickelson lines. Alas, I thought wrong. So to all you dudes who may have been ticked off… Soz. That book is tres funny and took over my brain.

P.p.s- I don't own anything. Nothing. Nada. Sad huh? probably don't even own my pants. checks label oh, i do...never mind.

Chapter 7

BOOM.

Ow.

BOOM.BOOM.

Ow. Ow.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

What is that?

BOOM.

Oh, it's my head.

BOOM. BOOM.

Great.

BOOM.

Yes OK we get it.

BOOM.

Boom, Boom-bloody-Boom.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Ughhh…

Groggily, I opened my eyes when the room stopped spinning I rubbed my forehead. I was in the Burrow, I knew that for sure. The walls were covered with peeling wallpaper and a mishmash of odd furniture that looked like it belonged in an antique shop. There was a large comfy brown armchair in the corner. I was in the lounge. Which ment I must be lying on the large sofa.

It does feel like the sofa though, I pondered, it's too soft.

That was when I noticed the arm.

Yes, the arm.

It was draped casually around my waist. Surprised at seeing an arm I jumped and rolled off the sofa with a

SMACK.

Ow.

The sofa wheezed and coughed. I looked up from my position on the floor.

Harry was lying on the sofa, well he had been. Now he was sitting up staring at me like I had four heads.

BOOM.

"Oh god, not you again." I moaned.

"What?" He said standing up.

"The BOOM is back." I said.

"Right…"

"…The BOOM in my head." I added.

BOOM.

"Ow." I moaned clutching my head.

BOOM.

"See." I said pointing at my head.

"Er…not really but I'll take your word for it. Look I'll make some tea and get some headache tablets and you… you… just sit down." He lent down, pecked me on the cheek and wandered off into the kitchen.

I grinned.

"How did we get to be lying on the sofa?" I asked, "not that I'm complaining or anything." I added.

"Long story." Harry called.

I could hear the clanking of the spoon and the hiss of the kettle. I sat and smoothed my hair down and quickly checked my make-up in the mirror for panda eyes.

"Tea's ready." He called

I got up off the floor and strolled into the kitchen. Harry had pulled up a chair and was sipping his tea. My stomach did something funny when I saw him clearly without the BOOM messing my head up. It sort of tried to leap out my throat. He looked irresistible sitting there his hair all messed up and his clothes creased. How long have I loved him?

"'sup?" he asked.

"Just wondering…" I trailed off.

He got up and put his arms round me. "'bout what?"

"Us… you know, you and me."

"I know." Harry said smiling down at me.

He lent closer, his nose touched the tip of mine and rested there.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you too." He whispered back.

I was melting. There was a long comfortable silence.

Harry broke it, "We have to sort out this wedding."

"What wedding?"

There was a small silence…

"Ours." Harry replied.

AN: so that's it for that mini fic. AWWW…

Have a new fic on the way. Yes be afraid be very afraid! It will be bigger, bolder and bouncier than any before it, and way better than this one.

Check out my other stuff if you haven't or want to. ;) I will be back… Famous last words…

I will be back.

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