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A/N: Thanks eveyone for all of the reviews. Can't tell you how good it feels to have people actually like our story. And to eveeryone who asked. No, they do not know they are married yet. One of them finds out this chapter, but I will let you read to find out who. Please review , this chapter was bit hard to write and we would like to know what everyone thinks. Well, enough of me rambling , here'e the next installment.

Unexpected Surprise

The reception followed immediately after the wedding. All of the chairs and decorations had been cleared away and were replaced by beautifully decorated round tables. Mrs. Weasley had really outdone herself with the food with beautiful dishes and desserts and perfect dinner settings. The wedding cake was set on a magnificent table with a fountain of champagne in the middle and white roses all around. There were diamond-incrusted candles floating around the whole of the lawn, illuminating Fleur's shimmering gown.

After Bill and Fleur toasted and cut their cake, it was time for the couple's first dance. As the music started and Bill took Fleur's hand, leading her to the middle of the yard, Harry caught Ginny's eye. She smiled shyly at him. Harry felt that she somehow looked different, there was a glow about her. He felt himself walking toward her and before he knew it, he had reached for her hand, lead her to an unoccupied spot in the middle of the yard, and placed his hand on her waist. She came willingly and showed no objection to dancing. As they swayed back and forth in time with the entrancing music, they found themselves getting closer and closer. Ginny wrapped both of her arms around Harry's neck and he in turn slid both of his tightly around her waist. Ginny's intoxicating smell surrounded Harry, he felt as if he were breathing her in. They danced all night like this, through all of the songs, they never separated. By the end of the evening, Harry felt as though they had never been apart. Her smile, the one she smiled for Harry, was back, as was the sparkle in her eyes that she only had when she looked at him.

All too soon, the reception was over and it was time to go back to Number Four. Harry was very reluctant to say good-bye to Ginny, he simply couldn't take his eyes off of her. After a rather forceful tug from Ron, Harry finally let go of Ginny and headed upstairs to get his things.

"Ginny, Dear, what's wrong? You look down," said Mrs. Weasley, who had just came into the kitchen.

"Oh, it's nothing. It just gets lonely here with everyone gone. Bill and Fleur have left for their honeymoon, Charlie and the twins are gone, and so is Ron."

"Well, why don't you go with Hermione, Ron and Harry? I'm sure that they won't mind. Hermione could always magic you in a cot. Why don't you go and ask them."

"Thanks, Mum," Ginny said, hugging her mother. "The wedding was beautiful. You did such a good job, everything was wonderful."

"Thank you, Dear. Now go get your things packed."

Twenty minutes later, good-bye's were said and Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny were back at Privet Drive and everyone was preparing for bed.

Harry lay awake, the last few hours replaying in his head. Eyes open or closed, all he saw was Ginny's angelic face in soft candle light. He could almost feel her petite frame in his arms, feel her arms around his neck, hear the music playing…

Harry was brought suddenly out of his state of pleasant contemplation by a soft knock on his door.

"Harry?" a soft, sweet voice whispered.

Harry quickly crossed his room and opened the door.

"Ginny?" he whispered, "What are you doing?"

"I have no idea," she whispered back, "I just felt like I should be in here with you."

Harry moved aside to let her in the room and quietly closed the door behind her.

"Harry, I can't get you out of my head. I'm trying, really I am, but I can't. I love you. I can't let you go."

"I know, Ginny. I'm sorry. I've been a real prat. I love you, too. I can't go a day without thinking of you, I can't even close my eyes without seeing your face."

Harry felt Ginny's hand slip into his, pulling him to her. It was dark in Harry's room except for a soft glow coming through the window from the street lights below. Ginny's eyes were locked on Harry, and his on her. Harry bent in and kissed her softly.

"I love you, Ginny."

"I love you, too."

Harry picked up his wand off of his bedside table and pointed it at the door.

"Silencio."

(Ginny's POV)

"Morning, Beautiful," Harry whispered, kissing Ginny lightly.

Ginny opened her eyes and stared into Harry's. He looked shy and happy, his dark hair unruly, smiling broadly.

"Morning," she smiled back.

They just laid there, staring at each other, neither knowing what else to say. After a full five minutes of just studying each other in awkward silence, Harry finally stirred.

"I need to go to the loo," Harry whispered, blushing slightly.

"Well, then go," Ginny replied, trying not to giggle at the embarrassed look on Harry's face.

Harry gave Ginny a quick peck on the cheek and climbed awkwardly out of the bed, pulled on his pants quickly, and hurried out the door, blushing furiously.

Ginny lay back and closed her eyes, thinking about the previous evening. Tap tap tap Ginny opened her eyes and stared around the room, looking for the source of the noise. Tap tap tap A rather annoyed-looking owl was tapping impatiently on the window. Ginny, pulling on one of Harry's jumpers and her night shorts, opened the window and removed the letter from the owl's leg. The owl gave her a rather reproachful look, hooted haughtily, and flew swiftly out the window. She turned the letter over and gasped. It was addressed to Harry and Ginny Potter. She shook her head, surely there was a mistake. She unfolded and carefully read the letter.

Mr. and Mrs. Potter,

Congratulations! Our records show that the two of you were married yesterday, August the fourth at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Weasley. Enclosed, please find your Certificate of Marriage and receipt for five galleons deposited into the Potter vault in Gringotts, compliments of the Ministry of Magic. Congratulations again and may you have many years of happiness before you.

Yours most sincerely,

Caspian Pevensie

Head of the Department of Magical Records

Ginny re-read the letter three times to make sure she had not misread it. Married? She didn't understand. She had whispered vows to herself, but that in no way should have made them married. This is all my fault! What will Harry think? What will he say?

However, Ginny didn't have much time to react, she heard the sound of the loo door close and footsteps coming her way. She quickly shoved the letter inside the cover of a book that was sitting on Harry's desk just before he entered the room, closing the door behind him.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," Harry said back.

"So.."

"Yeah…"

"What do we do now?" Ginny asked, unsurely.

"I don't know…."

However, Harry didn't have a chance to finish because, at that moment, Ron barged into his room, like so many other mornings before.

"Harry, do you want to play some chess? WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!"

Harry and Ginny froze. For a full minute, the only sound was Ron's angry huffing.

"WELL!" Ron demanded, advancing toward Harry.

Harry stuttered incoherently while backing quickly away from Ginny's lividly angry big brother.

"No, Ron!" screamed Ginny.

"What's going on in here," Hermione asked, wide-eyed from the doorway. It didn't take her long to correctly assess the situation.

Ginny looked desperately at her best friend, mutely begging for her help.

Hermione rushed forward and grabbed Ron by the arm and forced him to turn and look at her.

"What are you doing!"

"He… they… she's…. he bloody well just shagged my sister! I'm going to kill him!" he shot back, making another attempt to get at Harry.

"What are you talking about? Ginny spent the night in my room last night. She just left a minute ago to go to the loo."

"What! Then why is she wearing Harry's jumper? Why is she in his room with the door shut?"

"I have no idea," said Hermione calmly, "but why don't you ask them instead of jumping to that conclusion about your best friend and your little sister."

Ron took a deep breath. "Ok, what are you doing in Harry's room?" he asked in a very dangerous voice.

"I wanted to apologize to Ginny for how I've been acting," Harry said quickly. Everyone turned to look at him. Ron still wasn't convinced.

Harry looked at Ginny for support.

"Yeah, I went to the loo and when I was coming out, Harry asked me if he could talk to me. But we had just got in here when you came barging in," Ginny shot back, trying to sound aggravated instead of scared.

"That still doesn't explain why you're wearing his jumper!" Ron snapped at Ginny, eyeing Harry closely.

"It was in the loo and I was cold. I didn't think he would mind," she said calmly.

Hermione, trying to make peace, said, "See, Ron. Nothing happened. Now, let's go get some breakfast and let Harry finish apologizing."

"Fine," Ron said reluctantly. "But I'm keeping my eye on you two," he said as he walked out the door.

Hermione turned to Harry and Ginny. "I want to know what's going on when I get back!" she whispered dangerously. "And by the way you two should really learn to lock the door."

After the eventful morning, Ron was barely seen out of his room. The few occasions that he did leave the room he could not look Harry or Ginny in the eyes. Harry, getting sick of the accusing looks directed his way by Hermione, got up and went to his room.

Harry closed the door behind him and fell onto his bed, visions of the night before flashing in his head. He slowly opened his eyes and a sinking feeling began to well up in the pit of his stomach. What have I done? What did I get her into? How can I protect her? I can't push her away after last night, I love her too much. These were a few of the many thoughts that flooded his mind as he laid in his bed.

Knock knock The door slowly opened and Hermione peered at Harry.

"Harry, Ginny's about to leave," Hermione said softly.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Hermione quietly closed the door behind her and left Harry alone. He slowly pulled himself out of bed and tried to compose himself. After a few seconds of standing there, he quickly exited his room, and found Ginny standing by the fireplace saying goodbye to Hermione. As he approached, Hermione gave Harry a swift, knowing smile and headed to her room.

"Hi," Ginny said as Harry finally reached her.

"Hi," Harry smiled back.

There was an awkward pause in which they stared into each other's eyes.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

Ginny hesitated. "Do we…um…can we…"

"What is it, Gin?"

"Can we be together now? Or are you still going to push me away?" Ginny asked, her eyes filling with tears.

Harry wrapped his arms around Ginny. The sight of tears in her eyes almost brought tears to his.

"Of course, Ginny, we can be together. I'll never make that mistake again. I'm sorry I've put you through this. But I promise I'll never hurt you again."

"I love you, Harry."

"I love you, too, Ginny."

They shared a short, but passionate kiss before Harry took a handful of Floo Powder and tossed it into the grate. Green flames erupted as Ginny stepped into them.

"The Burrow!"

Ginny disappeared in a swoosh of flames and green light. Harry stared at the empty fireplace for a moment. He took a deep breath and turned from the grate. He crossed the room to Hermione's door.

"Hermione," Harry called in, knocking.

The door opened.

"Yes, Harry?"

"Get packed and tell Ron to get ready, we're leaving for Godric's Hollow in the morning."