A/N: Sorry for the long update, but this story isn't over yet! I haven't forgotten about it, just been busy. Here's the 18th...

Harry and Ginny had rented a room at a hotel near by so they wouldn't have to appirate all the way to England from New York. They would have stayed at the Burrow but there wasn't enough room. Bill and Fluer promised Molly that they would stay over so she could spend time with Jack their son and Fred and George's products and party decorations were all over the house as a means of storage. Both were currently getting ready for the big bash.

"Harry, are you almost ready! We have to be there by eight! It's already seven fifty-nine! We have one-"

"Minute?" Harry said amusedly from the doorway.

"Yes, that," Ginny said nervously, pacing her room.

"Gin, why are you so nervous?" Harry was laughing at her. "We're just going to see your family."

"Harry! It's not everyday I tell my family I'm getting married!"

"Come 'ere," Harry said with a smile, motioning for her.

"What?" she said not moving, annoyed at his calmness.

Harry walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her bare arms. She had a lovely black strapless dress on and Harry wore nice pants and a button up shirt.

"Everything is going to work out great. We're going to go to the Burrow, have a couple of drinks and enjoy ourselves."

"But Harry, what if we take the moment from Fred and George! It is their party!"

Harry let out an annoyed huff.

"Ginny stop this. Fred and George have parties like it's their job, you know that. What's their excuse this time?"

"That they sold fifty-thousand and one of the Canary Creams," Ginny mumbled into his chest.

"See! Who the hell throws a party for selling fifty-thousand and one of something? Nobody! It's just an excuse to have a party."

"They do love parties," Ginny said, trying to reassure herself as she tried pulling away from Harry.

"Where are you going?" he asked with a smile, holding on tight to her.

"We really have to go Harry. Really," she pleaded.

"Alright, alright. Just promise me you're okay?" He looked down at her seriously.

"I'm fine!"

"You're still nervous," he stated.

"No I'm not," she said defiantly as she pushed away from him.

"Yes you are."

"No, I really am not," she said like a five year old.

Harry let out a deep sigh.

"Ginny, promise me that you won't get drunk tonight."

"What? What are you talking about?" she asked, looking around the room and not looking at Harry.

"You drink a lot when you're nervous."

"No I don't! Name one time!" she challenged, now staring directly at him.

Harry rolled his eyes and started ticking times off his fingers.

"Hm, let's see. When Bill and Fluer got in a fight at their reception and refused to dance their first dance together, when Fred was in the hospital for an invention back-firing, when-"

"Okay, okay I get it-" she grumbled.

"-your dad got electrocuted playing with the plugs, when Bill got knocked out by a dragon, when-"

"Alright!" she said louder.

"-Percy showed up at your parent's anniversary party to come get the rest of his things from your house, when-"

"HARRY!" Ginny shouted. "I get it!"

Harry stopped and looked at her seriously.

"Promise me you won't get drunk. I really really need you to help me tell them. I'm not very good at that sort of things."

"I promise, okay? Let's go."

Ginny started for the door when Harry grabbed her arm and spun her around.

"Look me in the eye and say it."

"Harry, we're going to be late-"

"Say it!" Harry warned.

Ginny let out a loud huff.

"I, Ginerva Weasley will not get drunk tonight no matter how much I want to and Harry Potter will not follow me around and keep me under his oh so watchful eye."

Harry sighed.

"That's not part of the deal."

Ginny yanked her arm out of his grip, annoyed at him right now.

"Well it should be. Now can we please go?"

"Alright, but if you get drunk I swear to Merlin I'm calling the wedding off."

"Yeah right," Ginny retorted.

"I'm serious."

"Sure you are."

"Okay, get drunk. We'll see how fast you're back living with your parents."

"Ugh! Harry! I pay for half the rent too you know!" she almost screamed as she turned to look at him.

"Whatever," he shoved off as they both appirated.

When they got there it was packed. There was family and friends on the inside and out, drinks being levitated through a path so anyone could grab them. There was food lined up along a wall on the inside and outside George and Fred were advertising their products and greeting anyone they could. It was chaos and everywhere you turned, excitement was just waiting to burst through.

"Harry, how are we supposed to tell everyone? I don't even know half these people!" Ginny panicked.

"Stop trying to stall. We'll just pull your family aside, that's all."

Ginny let out an annoyed sigh and glared at Harry. He just laughed.

"You can't get away from this tonight Gin. Don't even try me."

Ginny glared at him.

"I'm going to get myself a drink. I suggest you go find another bride!" she barked as she stalked off.

Harry just rolled his eyes and yelled to her retreating figure, "Love you too hunny!"

Ginny mumbled her disregards as she spotted a tray moving slowly by Dean Thomas.

"Ginny! I thought you were still living in New York! I didn't know you'd be here," Dean exclaimed as he spotted her.

"Oh well I just," here she lunged for drink. "came home for the party and to see everyone. You know me," she smiled right before she took a sip.

"Always loved to party," he chuckled.

Ginny frowned.

"Actually I love to be with my family, but I guess I love to party..."

"You guess?" he asked with a skeptical look.

What's that supposed to mean?" she asked offensively.

"All I'm saying is that every time you're at a party you get trashed-"

"I do not! Why does everybody keep saying that!" Ginny cried out.

"Because it's true," Dean laughed. "And who's everybody?"

"Harry," she mumbled, drinking some more.

"Oh," he laughed again. "Well I guess Harry would know all about that. You two are pretty serious then?"

"Yeah," Ginny replied.

"That's good then. Did anyone tell you that me and Jane are expecting?"

Jane was Dean's girlfriend for three years now. He had met her at a Muggle bar and they were perfect for each other. Ginny's eyes lit up.

"I'm so happy for you!" she exclaimed as she threw her arms around him in a big hug.

"Thanks," he smiled as he hugged her back.

When they pulled away Ginny held up her glass to his in a toast.

"To your new baby."

Dean smiled and lifted his glass up.

"To my new baby," he said as their glasses clinked together.

They both took a sip and Ginny was done with her first, already looking for another tray.

"Maybe you should slow down," Dean laughed when she practically threw herself at one.

"Slow down? I'm not even going fast!" she said as she took a big sip.

"Ginny, we've been talking for about five minutes and already you're-" He eyed her drink. "-almost half way through your second drink."

"I just got it! I'm not halfway done!"

"Yes, you are," he insisted.

"I can't help it if I take big sips." Ginny glanced around, making sure Harry wasn't insight before taking another big gulp.

Dean looked at her skeptically.

"I'm going to look for Ron and Hermione. I'll talk to you later," Ginny said as she hugged him goodbye. Dean said his farewells, but not before cautioning her on her speeding through the alcohol.

Truth was, Ginny was dead nervous about telling her family about her and Harry. Sure, everyone expected it, but not this soon. That wasn't a very good reason to be nervous though because her family would be overjoyed. Maybe she was just afraid that Harry would change his mind and call it off. Look what he did with Cassidy. What if Harry was planning on getting rid of her any minute now?

Empty glass number two.

Ginny's eyes caught a tray floating by Lavender Brown and she couldn't help but reach for her third. She had the drink in her hand and the want to down it right now was terribly strong, but in the back of her mind she knew she should quit it. Harry asked her not to get drunk tonight and she had promised she wouldn't. He trusted her and she should trust him and not think that he was planning to ditch her.

She stared longingly at the glass in her hand but she did not lift it to her lips. Her will power was slowly fading away as she thought of how easily it would be if she just got drunk and wasn't a nervous wreck all through the night. Besides, she would forget all about her and Harry's big fight if she got trashed good enough, right?

Ginny weighed her options. If she got drunk Harry would be very angry with her and that could result in a seriously ugly fight. If she didn't drink she would worry about telling everyone about their engagement and go into panic mode and sweat like a pig, not enjoying herself one bit, but the plus side would be a happy Harry...

To drink or not to drink? That was the question.

A/N: I'll try to update sooner, but I can't make any promises..

R&R!