Howdy fellas, here's the new chappie. Sorry it took longer than it has been. I've been a bit busy with school stuff lately.

Harry awoke the next morning to find his best friend already awake and getting dressed. He sat up and rubbed the sleep form his eyes. "G'morning." He yawned.

"Good morning." Ron answered stiffly.

"What's with you?" Asked Harry.

Ron sighed. "Sorry. It's just weird you know? To think that this could be my last day at the Burrow."

Harry swallowed the bile that sprang into his throat. If Ron never came home, it would be all his fault. He forced this voice to sound cheerful. "You'll be back again soon." He said. Ron snorted.

The two got dressed in silence until Ron said "So, did you get everything done yet?"

Harry looked at him, confused. "What?"

"You told me and Hermione to do whatever needed to be done around here before tomorrow. I was wondering if you did whatever you need to do." He gave him a knowing look.

Harry looked down at his feet. He had one shoe on but the other was still unlaced. "No." He said with out looking up.

Ron finished dressing quietly. Harry stared determinedly down at his laces. Suddenly Harry saw a pair of large feet in his line of vision. Ron put his hand on his shoulder. "Don't leave it this way, mate." He said, and left the room.

When did he get so bloody wise? Harry thought bitterly. He sighed and stood up, straightening his robes. He left the room, closing the door behind him, his laces still undone.

The rest of the day was spent running round the Burrow double checking everything for the ceremony.

Harry was at Mrs. Weasley's beck and call the entire day in an attempt to avoid Ginny. He'd thought he wanted to tell her how much he loved her one last time but now he wasn't so sure if that would be good for her. Suppose he never made it back and she was here or at Hogwarts just waiting for him? Maybe he should just let her get over him so she wouldn't get hurt. He shook his head, unsure of what to do anymore. He gave a small chuckle as Ron dropped on of the chairs they were setting up in the yard on his foot.

Ron glared at hum, rubbing his ankle. Ron's foul mood was causing him to be unusually clumsy. Every time he tried to pull Hermione aside to talk to her someone always interrupted them with more chores which put him in a very bad mood. He couldn't wait until this was all over. Perhaps he could speak to her while everyone else was asleep. Yes, that would be a rather perfect setting….

"I keep trying to talk to him, Hermione. He just runs away to do something for the wedding." Ginny cried.

"Well we're leaving tomorrow, Ginny. So I guess if you don't tell him you'll just come with us anyway."

"But there are some things that I'd really like to tell him before we leave…." She said, looking towards the floor.

"Don't worry, Gin, he can't avoid you forever."

Ginny looked up. "Speaking of avoiding people…what's going on with you and my brother?"

"I'm not avoiding Ron." Hermione said, hands on hips.

"Then what are you doing?"

"Every time we try to talk we get interrupted! I want to talk to him!"

"Okay…okay. Come on, let's start getting ready. Then we can help Fluer with her hair and make up."