A/N: Hey everyone! I have finally got time to update! Kudos to all my reviewers!
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Harry woke up with an unexplainable feeling in his stomach, but he couldn't think of why at first. Then as the effects of a long night's sleep started to wear off, he remembered; he was getting married! "I'm getting married." Harry kept repeating this over and over in his head.
Ron and Hermione would be getting back to the Burrow in a few minutes from their honeymoon in Paris. From what Ron had let on when Harry had talked to him, they had had a very nice time during their trip. Hopefully he would have an equally good time with Ginny; but he wouldn't mention this to Ron of course. He was thinking of what Ron's reaction would be if he said this out loud when there was a knock at the door.
"Come on in!" Harry pulled himself out of bed and saw Ron's unmistakably red hair coming through the door, followed by Hermione's brown curls.
"Just getting out of bed, mate?" Ron asked. "If you don't get a move on, you'll be late!"
"Oh, for heaven's sakes, Ron! He won't be late; the wedding doesn't start for two hours! And besides, shouldn't we be telling him about, um, something else?" Hermione glanced at Harry with a nervous smile as she said the last two words.
"Oh yeah!" Ron seemed to have a sudden revelation when Hermione hit him in the back of the head. Harry sniggered; only these two could act this way right after their honeymoon, but all the same, he was curious about what "something else" was.
"You want to clue me in here?" Harry asked.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well, since Ronald here has obviously forgotten, then I guess I'll tell you. But, um, well you see Harry…well, why don't you just go look out of the window?"
Harry gave her a strange look, but went to the window nonetheless. He looked back just before he opened the curtains and saw Hermione was chewing her lip nervously and holding Ron's hand. Harry furrowed his brow, and turned and opened the curtains.
"Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhh!" A scream was all that could Harry could manage to get from his mouth. Standing around the backyard where the wedding was supposed to take place were dozens and dozens of reporters.
"This is not happening!" he muttered to himself and he closed his eyes. When he opened them, he wanted the reporters to be gone, but to his disappointment, they were still there.
"What's all the racket about?" Ginny had slipped into the room without anyone noticing and the sound of her voice caused Harry to jump about ten feet in the air.
"Gin! What are you doing in here? Don't you know its bad luck for me to see you before the wedding?" Harry asked her.
Ginny waved her hand in the air. "I don't believe in all that rubbish. Oh! Ron! Hermione! When'd you two get here?"
"A few minutes ago." Hermione said hurriedly. "Now why don't we start getting ready, Ginny?"
"Yeah, all right, but why did Harry scream?"
Ron, Harry and Hermione exchanged glances. Should they tell Ginny about the reporters right that minute? If they did, they all knew what would happen; Ginny's temper would go from calm to insane within two seconds. And no one wanted to be on the receiving end of one of her infamous bat-bogey hexes at the moment.
"Oh, um, it's nothing, Gin. Now come on, we have to get you into that lovely dress!" Hermione said in a forced calm voice. Ginny seemed reluctant to leave, but shrugged and turned towards the door. Hermione almost had her all of the way out when all of a sudden…
"GET OUT OF MY YARD! OUT! OUT! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE HERE! OUT NOW! GET OUT!"
"Well, sounds like Mum's having a field day, doesn't it?" Ron said while shaking his head.
Ginny ran over to the window despite Hermione's protests. She looked out of the window and saw Mrs. Weasley running toward the flock of reporters with her wand at the ready and her yells getting louder by the minute.
"I WILL CURSE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU IF YOU DON'T GET OUT OF THIS YARD! I MEAN IT! NOW OUT! OUT! OUT! OUT! I REFUSE TO LET YOU IN THIS YARD… DON'T YOU TAKE A PICTURE OF ME!"
A reporter from Witch Weekly had just snapped a photo of Mrs. Weasley charging at a reporter from the Daily Prophet, and needless to say, she didn't seem too pleased with having her picture taken. Mrs. Weasley sent a jet of purple light at the camera and it had now turned on its owner and was hitting him round the head.
"Why those scumbags!" Ginny yelled. She was growing red in the face and Harry took that as a danger sign and slowly started to back away.
"I ought to go down there with Mum and start cursing every one of them! I will not let them come anywhere near this yard! I'm going…" Ginny started to march out of the room but Harry and Ron caught her firmly on by each arm.
"Ginny, you are not going anywhere outside, do you understand me? You are going to go get ready. Now." Harry said firmly. But of course, that wasn't the end of it. Ginny looked at him defiantly.
"Oh yeah, Potter? Well, Mum can't handle all of those reporters on her own! So someone has to go…"
Ron cleared his throat from the window. "Ginny, she won't have to handle them alone. Fred and George just got here and it looks like they brought supplies."
Harry and Ginny hurried over to where Ron and Hermione were standing by the window and their eyes met an amazing display. Fireworks were chasing reporters around the yard, up into the trees, and if they caught up with them, the fire works would singe their clothes and hurl them extremely long distances or throw them up in the air. Fred and George were on the sidelines watching, laughing, and advertising.
"Brought to you by Weasley's Wizarding Wheeze's! Located in Diagon Alley!" They were saying over and over in between hysterical laughter. Even Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but laugh at all of the scurrying reporters. It didn't take long before all of the reporters had disappeared and the yard was clear again, except for a few lingering fireworks. After this, Hermione was finally able to get Ginny back to her room so they could get ready.
Author's Note: Well, it was short, as always, but I hope you liked it! Please review!