A/N: Thanks to all of my wonderful reviewers for their great reviews! Xoxo to all of you! This chapter goes out to my awesome friend Hannah!
The next few weeks flew by quickly. They all spent their days having fun at the Burrow and soon enough, it was the night before Ron and Hermione's wedding. Mrs. Weasley was running around in a nervous wreck. Once or twice, Hermione and Ginny tried to calm her down, but their efforts were hopeless.
"We'll never have everything ready in time! The guest will arrive and it won't be ready! The whole day will be ruined if I don't get everything ready!" Mrs. Weasley moaned.
"Mum! Calm down! I'm sure Ron and Hermione are nervous enough without you running about like this!" Ginny shouted.
Mrs. Weasley looked like she was going to say something, but decided against it and threw her hands up in the air. She walked into the kitchen muttering under her breath about not enough time in a day.
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny all laughed. It felt good just to sit around with friends and be able to have a good time. They were carrying on a steady conversation when two loud cracks rang through the room. All four of their heads turned at the same time to see Fred and George standing at the fireplace.
"Ah, the lovebirds!" said Fred.
"Don't you dare get any ideas! I swear if you mess up one thing, I'll have your graves set up in the backyard!" Mrs. Weasley said shrilly. Everyone jumped. They hadn't heard her come back into the room.
"Now Mum, you know that we wouldn't dare play tricks at our darling little brothers wedding!" said Fred in a mockingly hurt voice.
Hermione and Ron shifted nervously. "Why did you decide to come early?" asked Hermione.
"What we aren't welcome?" asked George.
"You know that you're welcome here, unless you've come early to plant dungbombs throughout the house," Hermione retorted.
"Now why would we do that?" the twins asked at the same time. Hermione tried to think of something to say, but couldn't think of anything. She finally gave in and laughed good naturedly. The rest of the group joined in and they all resumed their conversation until Mrs. Weasley ushered them all up to bed.
The next morning, Harry awoke to the sound of screaming coming from downstairs and in Ginny's room. Harry's instincts kicked in immediately and he ran across the hall to see what was wrong in Ginny's room. He swung open the door and a wave of smoke hit him in the face. He coughed and gagged, but managed to say, "Gin! Where are you?"
Ginny walked towards him from the other side of the room, dragging Hermione along with her. When they managed to get out in the hall, Harry looked at Ginny to make sure she was okay, but backed off when he saw her face. Her normally fair complexion was turning redder than her own hair. Harry could almost see the steam coming out of her ears and she was shaking with anger.
Harry decided it best to not say anything to her, so he turned around to look at Hermione. If Harry had thought Ginny was mad, it was absolutely nothing compared to her. He couldn't describe the anger that was coming from Hermione. To put it in short terms, anyone who saw Hermione at the moment would most likely be scared for their life, so he decided to take the risk with Ginny instead.
"Uh, Gin, would you mind telling me what's going on?" Harry asked timidly.
Ginny seemed to struggle to get words out of her mouth. When she finally could manage to say something it was only in snatches. "Kill….Fred…..George…..going to kill them……". Ginny continued to repeat this for about two minutes until her anger made her stop.
"Ginny, what are you talking about? What about Fred and George? Who's going to kill them?" Harry asked.
"I AM!" Hermione shouted. "THEY LEFT SOME OF THEIR STUPID JOKE SHOP INVENTIONS IN OUR ROOM! NOW WE CAN'T EVEN SEE IN THERE!"
Harry loved Hermione like a sister, but at this moment, he was scared to death of her. He didn't know how to calm her down. She and Ginny were now yelling at nothing in particular, but they were yelling all the same. Then Mrs. Weasley came up the stairs. Harry hoped for one fleeting second that she had come to calm the girls down, but the thought soon left him when he saw that her face was just as red as the other two girls.
"Are you yelling because of Fred and George?" Mrs. Weasley asked. She was also shaking with anger.
"YES!" both Hermione and Ginny answered.
"What did they do?" Mrs. Weasley asked in a whisper. Her whisper was much more effective than yelling. Her whisper sounded down right deadly. Hermione and Ginny pointed to the room where smoke was still coming out of the door. Mrs. Weasley walked over to the door and said a spell. Instantly, the room was clear of smoke, but all three women stayed red in the face and their eyes flashing.
"Hermione, Ginny, start getting ready. Harry, go wake up Ron and tell him to come eat something. I'll deal with Fred and George," Mrs. Weasley said as calmly as possible. She turned on her heel and walked up towards Fred and George's room.
Hermione and Ginny went back into their room and shut the door sharply. Harry went back to Ron's room where Ron was still snoring loudly.
I don't know how Hermione will be able to put up with this, Harry thought.
He finally managed to shake Ron awake. He sat up drowsily, but then he suddenly jerked awake.
"Harry," he said. "I'm getting married today. I'm getting married to Hermione!"
Ron jumped up happily and he and Harry went down the stairs to grab some breakfast before they had to start getting ready.
A/N: Okay, I think that the next chapter will be the last one, but I might write a sequel including Harry and Ginny's wedding. Please review and tell me what you want me to do!