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A/N : Hey Guys! Guess who's back! Yeah huh that's right! Lyssa! Merlin it is GOOD to be back! Didn't know if I would be coming back after reading HBP (which rocked) but I guess I couldn't stay away from all of you! So now I'm here ... about two months after book 6 and I've brought a new fic with me! This one's gonna be a long one, too! But it's gonna be better than ever! I got myself a beta (I can hear the "Thank god!" Now! But yeah, it's gonna be wicked. Less spelling and grammar mistakes! She's so great too! So thanks big time to her!

And now, one last thing before I leave you to read chapter one! I just wanna say thanks to all of you guys who kept me on your alert lists or whatever! I know it's been a long while since I last said anything but now here you go! So thanks to all of my old 4WC readers! I hope you enjoyed that one! But now we're gonna move on to bigger and (hopefully) better things! So here we go! Thanks everyone and enjoy!

One Last Golden Day

A Day With Phlegm

Hermione's PoV

'Gin? Hurry up!' I shout from inside Ginny's tiny little closet which sits across the room from her bed.

She rolls over in her mess of comforters and groans something inaudible before pulling a sheet up above her head. I sigh and roll my eyes as I avert my attention back to the mass of clothing piled around me in various sized heaps around the closets interior. It is going to be a very long day, I can already tell. Phlegm - er, Fleur wants to meet the four of us right after breakfast to discuss wedding plans.

I can hear Ginny toss again behind me, mumbling something about not wanting to talk about flowers anymore. 'Ginny, get up,' I try again without any real conviction. I can't help but not be too enthused over hurrying up to meet Fleur; she's been a nervous wreck the past few weeks. Bill had just been let out from St. Mungo's a few days ago after they did all they could for his bite. Between Fleur's crying and worrying as she spent long nights wandering from Bills room at the hospital to the attendants desk for two straight weeks, accompanied by Mrs. Weasley she has had no time to prepare for her wedding which now looms right around the corner.

Bill suggested they put the wedding off for a few months so Fleur would have enough time to plan the big wedding she had been dreaming about for years, but she had been persistent in keeping the date. Now, with only a week left before the wedding she is drowning in 'last minute plans' as she calls them. The bridesmaids' and ushers' dress robes haven't been chosen, nor have the seating plans been drawn up. Fleur doesn't even have a wedding dress picked out yet.

She has been running around the Burrow with Mrs. Weasley in tow since Bill was released from the hospital the day before last. The two women have gone into overdrive, both determined to have an entire wedding planned in one week. This, of course, has raised a lot of hell for everyone in their wake; Mr. Weasley and Bill have managed to keep their distance from anything with the word 'wedding' in it, but Ginny, Ron, Harry, and I haven't been as lucky. We have somehow been dragged into Wedding Hell from the second we stepped into the Burrow.

I pick out a cloak and a light green t-shirt from Ginny's closet and push everything that had fallen out when I had opened it back into the mound of clothes and shut the door behind me.

'Ginny! I'm going to get changed and brush my teeth, you get up now, find something to wear, and meet me downstairs as soon as you can. Fleur will be ready to go the second she walks in the door and you know how she gets when we "don't co-operate" and it's too early in the morning for another Phlegm fit!'

'Mhmm,' Ginny groans from deep within her cocoon of comforters which she has buried herself in as I wrestled her closet door.

I shake my head, though I can't help but smile as I walk across the hall to the bathroom. Ginny loves rebelling against her soon to be sister-in-law. Though she now has a new-found respect for Fleur after she proved Ginny wrong by going on with the wedding, Ginny still finds it entertaining to see how far she can push Fleur's buttons ... all in good fun, though.

On my way to the bathroom, I figure I better pop in on Harry and Ron and kick them out of bed too. Knowing them, they haven't even woken up yet.

'Rise and shine!' I say loudly, pulling back the curtains from the window, allowing rays of sun to flutter across both boys, who are still lying in their beds dead asleep.

Harry groans and squints, Ron rolls over and covers his eyes as he moans, 'Hermione! Shut the bloodly curtains!'

I walk in between both beds, placing the clothes I took from Ginny's closet on an empty chair as I go. I nudge Harry and pull the covers away from Ron's face. 'No, we have to meet Fleur right after breakfast. You two have to get up or she'll go crazy. You saw what she did yesterday when Fred pretended he wasn't coming to the wedding!' I remind them, picking up some of the stray clothing laying around their beds.

Ron groans, 'Is that today?'

I start folding some of the clothes they've left on the floor, placing them at the end of his bed. 'The sooner we go the sooner we get back,' I reason, not that it helps.

'Where eez everyone?' Fleur's shrill voice asks loudly from the kitchen. She must have just gotten back to the Burrow.

I wince and look at Ron, whose eyes are tightly shut. 'Oh wonderful ... just wonderful,' he mumbles.

'Come on, give her a break. It's her wedding she's planning; that's one the most special days for her,' I say kindly. 'Now get up, get dressed, and meet me down for breakfast when you're done.'

I pull the covers off him and he shouts, 'Mione!'

'Hurry up Harry,' I ignore Ron and walk out, picking up my robes from the chair as I do so.

I change and brush quickly because I know I'll have to pull the other three out of bed. Last night we were all brought to the Burrow which is where Harry, Ron, and I plan to stay until after the wedding in one week. After that Harry's taking us to Godric's Hollow and from there ... who knows? But we've only spent one night here, and we've still got a little over a week to go. Something tells me it'll be a very long eight days.

I hurry back to Ginny's room, which we're sharing, and, as I had suspected, she's still lying in the same spot on her bed as when I left her.

'Ginny, come on! Fleur is already here, she's going to get into Wedding Mode any minute, now so if we want to eat anything before she drags us off we'd better get moving!' I walk over to her bed and push her lightly. 'Now!'

I leave her on her bed to mull over the idea of getting up and walk over to her closet again. I pull out the first few things I can see, a black cloak, a pair of pants, and a pastel pink t-shirt and struggle with the door again. Once I get it closed I throw the outfit onto her bed and before I walk out of the room I tell her one more time, 'Hurry up!'

I rush back down the hall to Ron and Harry's room and walk in without knocking. 'Is everybody up?' I say to the lump on Harry's bed where he still lies.

He mumbles something and waves a hand at me, indicating for me to leave him alone. I sigh, 'Where's Ron?' I look at his empty bed and am very happy to see that he's gotten up.

'I'll be done in a second,' his muffled voice comes from behind the closed door which leads to the bathroom attached to his room.

'Alright, good. Harry, you hurry up. I'll meet you both downstairs,' I cast one last look at the sleeping mess that is Harry before I walk out of the room.

I take the stairs rather slowly, not in any hurry to get down to the kitchen and spend the next few minutes alone with Fleur. It seems that with exactly a week to her wedding day she can't find anything else to talk about. Last night, when Mr. Weasley had picked us up from Hogwarts just after picking Bill up from the St. Mungo's, Fleur had come along. She wanted to be their for her soon-to-be husband as he made the journey back home; she spent the whole time talking about flower arrangements. It hadn't been a very interesting conversation as it had all been one sided, Fleur talking and everyone else nodding.

I can already hear Mrs. Weasley and Fleur talking, and once I enter the kitchen I see that they have cluttered the table with pieces of parchment. I smile brightly at both of them when they look up.

'Oh, Hermione, dear, would you like something for breakfast? I could make some eggs and toast if you'd like, what would you like to eat?' Mrs. Weasley asks quickly as she gets up from the table to start fussing with the pots and pans on the counter behind her.

She's been worried about all of us since we arrived, and she keeps offering to cook every chance she gets. 'No thank you, Mrs. Weasley, I think I'll just have some toast or something,' I say kindly as I move over to the counter next to her, taking out a plate from one of the cupboards.

'Well I'll make a big plate of it then, for all four of you. Where are the boys and Ginny?' she asks as she starts cutting a loaf of bread and moving around the kitchen.

'Um, I think they're getting ready still. Sleepy,' I add. It's the truth, I've just left out the bit about not wanting to spend the day with her soon to be daughter-in-law.

'That's fine, you all had a long night yesterday.'

'Well we need to be leaving soon,' Fleur pipes up from her seat at the table, her head still bent low over the parchment. 'Per'aps I should go hurry them?'

'No, no, I'm sure they'll be down soon,' Mrs. Weasley says, never taking her eyes of the food she's preparing. 'Hermione, dear, you sit down, I'll finish this up,' she adds, taking the knife from my hand.

She hasn't let us help with anything since we've arrived. Yesterday night's dinner was prepared by her alone, and the table had been set and cleared by Mr. Weasley. Anytime we offered our help it was shot down and we were told to sit down, and let them handle it.

'Morning,' Ron mumbles as he walks into the kitchen, scratching the back of his head sleepily.

'Hey,' I say quietly as he takes a seat across from me next at the table.

'Eet is already late, we will need to eat quickly,' Fleur says impatiently.

Ron gives me a look that clearly says he doesn't think it's too late. I shake my head ever so slightly so only he can see, which earns me a small grin from him.

'Here, the toast is ready. Are you sure that's all you want for breakfast? Won't you four be hungry with only a bit of bread to carry you to lunch?' Mrs. Weasley places a large plate of toast in front of Ron and me.

Ron opens his mouth to ask for more food, but I kick him under the table, and he glares at me but says, 'No thanks Mum.'

I smile and take a piece of bread. Fleur is getting really impatient; it's obvious she'd like to leave right now, but she does her best to sit and ruffle through her parchment without a word. She's trying to be less pushy about the wedding plans, though not one of us thinks it's much of an improvement.

'Molly? 'Ow about this one?' she asks, pointing to something in front of her on the parchment. Mrs. Weasley walks up behind her and examines it, both mumbling something to each other.

Harry enters the kitchen looking, if it's possible, even more tired than ever, pulling a chair out and sitting himself next to Ron. He mumbles his good mornings to everyone and stuffs some toast in his mouth before Mrs. Weasley can ask him how he's feeling. He's been trying to stay clear of her mothering. He's still caught up in what happened at the end of the year, and he just wants to be left alone.

We spend the next few moments in silence, eating and drinking and nodding whenever a wedding question is thrown our way.

Just as Fleur beings to grow more annoyed at the fact that we haven't left yet while simultaneously having a discussion about flower arrangements with Mrs. Weasley, Ginny walks down the stairs and into the kitchen wearing what I picked out for her. She looks wide awake compared to Ron and Harry, who are still half asleep in front of me.

She sits down lightly in the chair next to me. 'G'morning everyone.'

'Hey.'

'Morning.'

'Eat!'

We all pipe in. I look across the table to Harry, who hasn't said anything since he walked in. He's watching Ginny ever so subtly from over his plate of toast. His longing for her is plainly displayed in his eyes. It's very obvious they both still have feelings for each other, but they're doing their best to be just friends.

Yesterday night Ginny and I couldn't get to sleep so we started talking, and the conversation has found its way to Harry. She knows why he ended everything, and even though she doesn't agree with it she wants to respect it. So she smiles and acts like nothing has happened, trying to play the part of a friend. But whenever they look at each other you can see the lingering feelings and all of their 'what ifs'.

I look away from the both of them because I know it's a battle they have to fight. I look over to Ron ... the battle I have to fight.

He looks up at me and smiles when he catches my eyes.

'Are we done?' Fleur asks and, without waiting for any of us to answer she gets up, waves her wand, sending all of the parchment flying into a neat pile beside her hand, and rushes to the hall. Harry, Ginny, Ron, and I following behind her grumpily.