Authors Note: cough Yeah, first chapter dilemmas. I oh-so-badly wanted to include a bigger part for Gabby, but decided not to. Instead, this chapter focuses mainly on Ron, with a bit of Ginny. Next chapter, I promise, with involve Harry. I just wanted to include this, because I thought the opening scene was adorable, the way I pictured it. It's kinda short, but they'll get longer, I promise.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. I am not a woman, thanks. )

"Mum- Mum!" shouted an angry Ron Weasley, as his mother began fixing his hair, running a comb through it, with one flick of her wand. He flailed his arms around frantically trying to get the pinching comb out of his scalp.

"Oh, Ron; it will only take a second," cooed his mother, Molly Weasley, a short, plump witch with vibrant red hair. She turned away from her youngest son, and turned her attention to Ginny, her sole daughter, who seemed disgusted by the dress she was wearing.

Ron finally managed to grab the comb from his hair, "I don't care how long it takes! That thing is going to tear a hole into my skull!"

"—which is fine, because there's nothing in there to be damaged," Ron's brother, George, joked, as he stepped into the room, his twin brother, Fred, stepping in along side him.

"Fred! George!" snapped Molly, as she finished straightening Ginny's dress. "Ginny, you look amazing," she supported, noticing the distressed look on her daughters face, before turning her attention back to the twins, "Would you two please go and get into your dress robe--" she began, and finally looked up at the twins, "oh," she concluded, noticing the two were dressed in dragon-skin jackets, their hair was jelled back neatly, and both boys wore a tie, only visible through the neck. Molly's angry demeanor turned into a wide smile, and it looked as if she was going to begin crying.

"Mum! Oh, come on, mum… Don't cry." Fred said, sounded rather upset. He hated when she did this.

"I-it's just, Bill and Fleur…" Molly said through tears, "it's going to be beautiful – my first son to marry!"

Ginny's face grew beet red, at the mention of her first son to marry – not child, "The wedding isn't even until tomorrow, mum." She said, angrily. She wasn't a fan of Fleur Delacour, a French-speaking witch who Bill had met only three years ago. She'd rather have her brother, Bill, marry somebody interesting.

"I know-" Molly sniffled, "but, Fleur's parents will be arriving shortly, and – oh!" She cut off, and broke down into tears.

Ron rolled his eyes, and suppressed a laugh, as he looked over at Fred and George. He let out a dramatic sigh, and left the living room, where they were standing, and stepped into the kitchen, where he could smell something…

"a', Ron!" A throaty voice called to him from inside, which he recognized as Fleur's. His head darted towards the sound, and he saw the beautiful woman standing near the door, wearing a pale blue dress. "You look wonderful!" she concluded, her French accent seemed barely noticeable.

Ron tried not to blush. He was rather jealous of Bill, getting to marry a specimen like Fleur. He met Fleur almost three years ago at Hogwarts, where he thought she was irresistibly beautiful. "Th-thanks, Fleur. You look great," he choked.

Fleur's face lit up, "Thank you. I cannot wait to 'zee the tiara your mother 'as said she would get for me. I am sure 'et will be lovely…" she paused, still smiling at Ron, "ah! 'zat 'ees them! My parents, 'zey are 'ere!" she called, rather excitedly. Ron was pushed out of the way by Mrs. Weasley, who was dressed up in a lavish maroon dress robe, followed by Fred and George, who looked very professional, as they slid past Ron, and finally Ginny, who trudged through the doorway, and stopped next to Ron, her face still red.

"When. Is. Harry. Coming?" she snarled through her teeth.

Ron laughed. "He'll be here tomorrow," he said quietly, "for the wedding. Mum said he shouldn't come too early."

Ginny sighed. Harry – Harry Potter, possibly the most wonderful boy she had ever met. Despite him dumping her the previous school year, she hoped that they could still remain friends.

The door opened, and many voices came off at once. Ron and Ginny were the only ones who stayed silent. A figured pushed past the crowd in the doorway, a young girl, who seemed almost as excited as Ginny to be there.

"Ron, 'ees 'Arry 'ere, yet?" She asked. It was Fleur's younger sister, Gabrielle, who seemed to have a crush on Harry, after saving her a few years before. Ron and Ginny both shook their heads in unison, and dejected, Gabrielle walked back to her parents.

The dinner began smoothly, if you could call it that. Mr. and Mrs. Delacour could quite possibly be in the running for most annoying, rude, snobby, stuck-up, conceited, stupid, oblivious … people in the world. They never shut up about their daughter, Fleur, (they completely ignored Gabrielle, making Ginny realize why Gabrielle seemed so close to only Fleur), bragging about her formidable efforts in the Triwizard Tournament, a few years prior. Even Fleur, who Ginny thought was bad, seemed to be annoyed by her parents bragging. Ron began having horrible flashbacks to Amos Diggory.

"—and then, my Vleur, she went through 'zee maze with valiant effor'!" Mr. Delacour said, who was worse than Fleur at English, while his wife was fluent (she grew up in a English-speaking community in Belgium, and was taught French secondary.)

"We know," spoke Ginny with a hiss, causing her mother to scowl 'Ginny, manners!', "We were all there. She didn't do very well," which gave her another scowl from Molly, and a glare from Fleur.

"Sure you were, dear," Mrs. Delacour said with a fake, high-pitched laugh, "I think you're too young to remember, 'zee effort my daughter gave. She came in second, you know – there was a recount."

Ron looked absolutely disgusted. Sure, he loved Fleur, but the way her mother spoke… "Fleur only came in second because Diggory died, and Krum was under the Imperius Curse!" he shouted, and all eyes turned to him. He glanced around the table, seeing all the gazes upon him. His mother looked shocked; his father looked like a mix between proud and angry. He pushed away from the table, the legs of the chair scratching up against the ground. "I'm going to write to Harry," he scowled, quietly, and trudged off, only left hear a message from Mrs. Delacour.

"- ah, Harry Potter? You said he is coming tomorrow, oui? I can't possibly imagine how your boy was friends with him – did you know he is quite insane? Oh, yes, it was in 'Le Journal' during the Tournament."

Ron slammed the door to his room, and angrily marched over to his owl, Pig, who was fluttering happily in his cage. He thrust it open, allowing the hyperactive owl to begin buzzing around the room, as he began writing a letter to Harry, his best friend.

"Pig!" he commanded, and the owl obediently buzzed down to Ron, crashing into his chest. Ron grabbed hold of him, and wrapped the parchment around his stubby legs, "Bring this to Harry – quickly! He's coming over tomorrow, and I want him to get this, o.k.?" The owl began bobbing around, and Ron released him, and the owl fluttered out of the window, towards Number 4, Privet Drive.

Ron sulked onto his bed after Pig was out of sight. How big of gits could those people be? Really! They're proud of their daughter in a tournament with a death – caused by Voldemort – and somebody being placed under an Imperius curse! Even Fleur seemed upset by this. Clearly, she wasn't the worst person in her family.

He closed his eyes, and let out a sigh… 'Tomorrow, everything will be alright. Tomorrow, Harry and Hermione will be here. And the day after that, we go and save the world.'