AN: Hi.

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I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my grandmother, who plays a role in this chapter (she's Pastor Mary), and Jackie 'cause she still wants to beta my chapters.

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I decided on the baby stuff! But I'm not going to tell you: D

Oh, and if I don't have ideas for a while, I usually play a collapse type game, so don't criticize me about it being late. I can't write if I have to give my game up!

Yes, I'm evil, aren't I?

Ginny's POV

I was standing in front of the mirror in my dressing room in the little church on the hill in Hogsmeade in England in the United Kingdom in… well, you get the point. Harry and I were getting married there, that day, in that little church where our parents got married. And for once, he was using something to keep his messy hair tidy. God, I remember him at the Yule Ball. His hair was messy as hell and Parvati kept licking her fingers and running them through his hair trying to flatten it and keep it tidy. Ugh. I was so jealous. I wanted Harry to ask me, but Neville beat him to me. At least, I think it was Neville… I can't remember. But… yeah… Anyways, he was using something called jelly hair or something like that.

"Herms, do I look okay?" I asked my soon-to-be sister-in-law.

"Yeah, Gin, you look great in pale amethyst," Hermione said.

"I'm fat," I complained.

"Ginny, you're pregnant. You've got the tiniest round spot on your lower stomach, which I think is weird because you're less than two months pregnant," she said. "I'm going to check on Harry and Ron."

"Oh, tell me what color Harry's tuxedo is," I said.

"HERMIONE! STOP PEEKING AT US!" Harry hollered.

Hermione backed out of their room. "Um… His tux is neon pink with neon blue polka dots," Hermione told me.

"HAROLD JAMES POTTER! YOU CHANGE THE COLOR OF THAT THING TO BLACK RIGHT NOW OR I'LL HEX YOU! YOU KNOW I WANT THIS WEDDING TO BE PERFECT AND I DON'T WANT YOU RUINING IT!"

"NO!" Harry yelled rather childishly.

"THEN I'M WITH-HOLDING SEX FOR A YEAR!" I yelled back. God, that man was, and still is, SO stubborn and arrogant!

"Good one," Hermione whispered.

"Thanks," I whispered back.

"FINE!" Harry roared. "But only for the sex." The latter was, I think, was supposed to be to himself, but I heard it anyway.

"I HEARD THAT!" I hollered.

"Heard what?" he asked innocently. Ugh, I hate it when he does that. The innocence! I can't stand it! But I know his weakness… (grins evilly) The lip!

"Luna, Lavender? Are you ready?" Herms asked.

"Yep!" they replied in unison.

I put on my make-up, tiara, and veil. Then, I grabbed my bouquet (consisting of white roses, lilies, and heather) met up with my dad, and then waited until it was time to go up to the altar.

Harry's POV

I was standing in my dressing room, being kind of a male supermodel. I was putting in globs of hair gel at a time, trying to make my hair stay flat. If it didn't stay flat, I was going to chop it all off, but Ginny wouldn't like that. She likes to run her hands through my hair when we start snogging. Since the gel kind of makes your hair all hard, she told me to wash it all out and dry my hair before we made love that evening. Anyway, I had changed the color of my black tuxedo to neon pink and neon blue polka dots. I liked it. I didn't know why. I just did.

"Hey, Ron? Do I look ridiculous?" I asked.

"Uh… Yeah, kind of. If you changed the color to black or white, you'd look MUCH better," he replied, eyeing me.

Then, I saw Hermione.

"HERMIONE! STOP PEEKING AT US!" I hollered. She backed out of the room. A couple seconds later, Ginny started yelling at me.

"HAROLD JAMES POTTER! YOU CHANGE THE COLOR OF THAT THING TO BLACK RIGHT NOW OR I'LL HEX YOU! YOU KNOW I WANT THIS WEDDING TO BE PERFECT AND I DON'T WANT YOU RUINING IT!"

"NO!" I yelled rather childishly.

"THEN I'M WITH-HOLDING SEX FOR A YEAR!" she yelled back.

"FINE!" I roared, changing my tux to black. Then I said to myself, "But only for the sex."

"I HEARD THAT!" she hollered.

"Heard what?" I asked innocently. God, that woman must be psychic!

A few minutes later, Ron, Seamus, Dean and I went up to the altar.

No One's POV

Soon, the ceremony began. Little Ginger walked down the aisle throwing rose petals on the floor. Then, young Trey walked down, carrying all four rings on a small, golden pillow. Finally, Hermione and Ginny came walking down the aisle, arm in arm with their fathers. When they reached the altar, the pastor, Pastor Mary, smiled.

"Who gives these young women to be wed?" she asked.

"Her mother and I do," Hermione and Ginny's fathers said in unison.

"Good. Harold James Potter, do you take Ginerva Molly Weasley to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, 'till death do you part?"

"I do."

"Ronald Billius Weasley, do you take Hermione Jane Granger to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, 'till death do you part?"

"I do."

"Ginerva Molly Weasley, do you take Harold James Potter to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, 'till death do you part?"

"I do."

"Hermione Jane Granger, do you take Ronald Billius Weasley to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, 'till death do you part?"

"I do."

"Who has the rings?"

"I have the rings," Trey piped. He handed the rings to Pastor Mary.

"Thank you, young man. Now, Harry, put this ring on Ginny's left ring finger and repeat after me: With this ring, I thee wed."

"With this ring, I thee wed."

"Now, Ronald, do the same thing to Hermione."

"With this ring, I thee wed."

"Now, Ginny, do the exact same thing."

"With this ring, I thee wed."

"And Hermione, now you."

"With this ring, I thee wed."

"If there is any reason why these two couples should not be wed, speak now, or forever hold your peace." Pastor Mary looked around. "Excellent. I now pronounce you men and wives. You may kiss your bride."

Harry lifted up Ginny's veil. Ron did the same to Hermione. After a long, passionate kiss, the new couples turned around, both Harry and Ron sporting lipstick now.

"May I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Harold James Potter and Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Billius Weasley!" Pastor Mary shouted. Everyone applauded.

With that, Ginny and Hermione turned around, facing the altar. They tossed their bouquets. Angelina Johnson caught Hermione's bouquet and looked at Fred. Haily Brown (she's a Gryffindor second year that Ginny made friends with during her (Ginny's) seventh year. She was a first year then.) caught Ginny's bouquet and looked at the boy she was currently dating.

(AN: I don't really feel like doing the after party. Basically, a lot of people got drunk.)

After the after party, Harry and Ron scooped up their wives and Apparated to the 2 identical houses Harry had bought for Ron and Hermione and Ginny and him. The houses were left furnished, so nobody had to worry about furnishings. The master bedroom in each house had an extremely large bed, bigger than a king size.

Harry and Ginny got into their nightclothes. Then, Harry went to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Harry pointed his wand toward his hair and murmured "Aguamenti Fervens." Hot water sprayed out of the tip, and Harry washed his hair. He then muttered "Siccus."

"Ginny? Sweetie, you okay?" he asked, coming out of the bathroom.

"BOO!" she shouted, Apparating behind him. (She was one of the few witches/wizards who could do it without making a sound.) He jumped. She giggled. "Come on!" She jumped onto the bed and started jumping on it. Harry joined her.

"You know, you're the hottest girl in England. Did you know that?" he asked as he pushed her down onto the bed. "You're also a screamer. A full volume screamer."

"Yeah, I know. And did you know you're the hottest guy in England and the Sex God?" Ginny asked, pulling him on top of her.

"Yeah." Harry started to pull off her silk gown. Ginny stopped him.

"Harry, I want to do it in the hot tub." (Yes, they have a hot tub!)

"Okay…" Harry said, wondering why she picked the hot tub.

In the bathroom, they took off all their clothes and filled the hot tub.

"Oh, wow, that feels good," Ginny said, stepping into the tub.

"Mmm, yeah, that's nice and relaxing," Harry said, also stepping into the tub. He finally was able to have the snog with Ginny he had been wanting since the after party started. Soon, Ginny gave a slight nod, and Harry shoved himself deep inside her. She screamed in delight. He went faster and deeper. She screamed harder and louder. Then, the doorbell rang.

"Harry, you stay here. I'll get it."

"No, Gin, it's okay, I got it," Harry told her. He dried himself off with a flick of the wand, put on his boxers (the ones with dancing bunnies and flying Snitches on them!), and proceeded to the front door. He opened it. Standing there was none other than Draco Malfoy.

"Hey, keep it down, will - HOLY SHIT!" Malfoy yelled. "Potter! The Weasel, Weaselette, and the Mudblood aren't here, too, are they!"

"Hermione and Ron are married and living over there," he jerked his head to his right, "and I suppose you live there," he jerked his head to his left, "and Ginny and I are married and living here. Now, what do you want, Ferret?"

"I want you to keep it down."

"Well, excuse us, but we were just married today, and I suppose you know what nearly all married couples do on their wedding night."

"Shit. Oh, having a nice fucking, were you? She's a bit of a screamer, huh?"

"None of your fucking business, Ferret. Now go away."

"Fine, but if I hear her screaming like that anymore, I'll call the authorities," the Ferret said. He spotted Harry's boxers and laughed.

Harry slammed the door in his face and went back upstairs to finish what he and Ginny had started.

AN: YAY! This is over 7 pages long! YYYYYYAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!

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Jackie is feeling better!

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J/N: Yes, I am slowly getting over my bad head cold. Thankfully my eyes have stopped watering long enough for me to read this juicy little chapter. I can't wait to see just how Malfoy fits into this one. Good twist!

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