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Jellybeans and Ice-Cream

"Oh Harry, I just heard!" Hermione squealed sneaking a hug attack from behind. "Mum just told me and oh how romantic. A wedding in Cancun. Ron's at work but he can bee home soon if you want." She rambled.

"Actually, I need you to come with me."

"You? Why?"

"I need you to help me pick out an engagement ring for Ginny. A man told me the name of a jewelry shop and I want to stop and get a ring before I see her again."

"Well then what are we waiting for?"

They stood before an array of rings. All were different sizes, designs, and colors. As far as they could tell, there wasn't anyone in the store. Suddenly a woman appeared from below a counter.

"Oh," she said quite surprised. "What do we have here? Welcome to Madame Gwendolyn's Jewelry Parlor. She said with a flourish. "Where we make your special day, a magical da-. Oh my goodness. Oh my, oh my, oh my. You're, you're." She pointed at his scar. "You're Harry Potter." She whispered.

"You're a witch?" he asked, shocked.

"Yes sir I most certainly am. What brings you here?"

"We're looking for an engagement ring." Hermione said importantly. "For the minister's daughter."

"Ohh" squeaked the witch. "So it's true. You are together! I had read it in the Daily Prophet but on the off chance they should get it wrong well…"

Hermione scoffed. "You believe the Daily Prophet?"

The woman looked taken aback. "It's my bible!"

Hermione snorted a laugh.

"Excuse me ladies, the task at hand please."

"Right you are Mr. Potter. A ring for the minister's daughter. What do you think of this one?" she asked, extracting a bright pink ring from a case.

"Um, no thanks." Harry said. "I think I'll look on my own." He walked around the whole room. It wasn't until the last case that he knew he had found the perfect ring. It was very simple, very elegant, and very classic. It was perfectly Ginny.

"Beautiful." Breathed Hermione as he pointed to it.

"You have excellent taste Mr. Potter." Said Gwendolyn as she came from no where. "This ring was hand made by goblins in 1920. The diamond is very rare, one of the last of its kind."

"I'll take it." He purchased the ring with a green case and the pair apperated to the room. "Look what I found!" he shouted.

"Hermione!" Ginny shouted coming from the kitchen.

"Ginny!"

They embraced in one of Hermione's signature never-ending hugs.

Harry and Ginny lay in bed cradled in each others arms. It was two days before they were to be married. Everything was planned. Food had been ordered and a caterer hired. Professor McGonagall had agreed to perform the ceremony. It was to take place on the beach. Hermione and Ginny had bought beautiful dresses that day, and had ordered Harry's tux. The family and a few close friends were currently residing in rooms a floor below. They had two days for fun.

"Where should we go for our honeymoon?" she asked into his neck. "We can't stay here."

"How about America?" He suggested, holding her close.

"America?"

"Yea, I was thinking we could go to Hawaii or California. Heck we can go to Alaska if you want."

Ginny grinned. "Well you know, Winter has always been my favorite time of year." She said, hinting.

"Alaska it is then."

She rested happily in his arms as he nuzzled and kissed her neck. Ginny closed her eyes and laced her fingers with Harry's. He ran his thumb over her tattoo. "You do know that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen." He kissed her ear then ran a gentle tongue across it. Ginny giggled. Then he found her sensitive spot. She laughed and screamed, begging him to stop, but wishing it could go on like this forever.

"Aunt Ginny, Uncle Harry. Are you okay?" came the voice of Isabelle. She was standing just outside the door.

"Yes darling." Ginny yelled, straightening her shirt. "What do you need?"

"Mommy and Daddy said they needed to have special time. They told us to have you tell us a bedtime story." Kathryn said.

Ginny grimaced. She was going to kill Bill.

"We'll be right out." Harry called. He put on a shirt and bounded through the door. "Ahh, it the attack of the Uncle Harry!"

The girls looked at each other and screamed. Harry chased them into the living room, over the couch, and onto the kitchen counter. He crawled under it then jumped up shouting "Who wants ice-cream?"

"We do, we do." They chimed. He smiled.

"You can have whatever you want. Let's call your good friend Robert and order it."

"Harry, what are you doing?"

"Sweet revenge." He said pushing the button for room service. "Robert? I've got two little girls here who are in desperate need of some ice-cream. They'll tell you the order so you can bring it on up. Girls, what will it be?"

Their eyes grew wide. They started talking both at once into the speaker phone.

"Girls, girls, one at a time. Kathryn, you may go first."

She took a deep breath. "I want two scoops of chocolate, one scoop of vanilla, and one scoop of strawberry. I want chocolate syrup, strawberry syrup, and caramel syrup, pineapples, sprinkles, crushed up cookies, lots and lots of whipped cream and a cherry."

"Well I want four scoops of chocolate, chocolate syrup, and caramel syrup, crushed cookies, and chocolate sprinkles. I want some… Uncle Harry." She whispered. "What's that muggle candy you give to Mr. Lupin's kids?"

"Snickers."

"Snickers on that. I'll need some whipped cream, five cherries, and jelly beans.

"Will that be all girls?"

"Yes." They chorused.

"Send up some chocolate milk too." Ginny added.

"Yes ma'am."

"That will be all Robert." She said hanging up.

"Alright." Harry yelled. "What do you want to watch on the muggle television?"

"Music!" they shouted.

Harry turned the TV to a music channel and the girls went wild. They screamed, jumped, twisted, and jived. Soon their ice-cream arrived and they devoured it, jelly beans and all. The couple told them a bedtime story about children annoying their parents and called Bill's room.

"'Ello." Answered the sweet voice of Fleur.

"Would you like your children back now?" Ginny questioned, pretending to be annoyed.

"Yes, zend zem down."

"Will do." She hung up the phone. "Guess what girls. Its time to go back to your parents."

"But we want to stay here." They complained.

"Sorry girls, we want you to stay too but mommy and daddy insist you go back."

She handed them a note that said:

Next time send them to mums. If they come here again, you're dead.

All my love and more, Ginny

P.S. Sugar rush's are a thing of beauty.

"Now take this to your mum and dad. We'll see you later."

They each gave them a kiss and a hug. The kids were out the door. Harry and Ginny were already halfway to the bedroom, shedding clothes fiercely as they went.

That night Bill, Fleur, and the twins didn't fall asleep until two in the morning.

"Good morning Bill." Ginny said cheerfully, handing him a cup of coffee. "Gee, you look tired."
"You and Mr. Potter had a bad seed Ginny Weasley." He muttered. "How much candy did you give them?"

"Just ice-cream sundae's loaded with goodies and an hour and a half of muggle music. Let me ask you this. Do you know how to spell the word banana, because you girls sure do." They had listened to Gwen Stefani's last big hit of 2006, thank God, all night.

"You are pure evil."

"Every hair on my head and every bone in my body. I love your girls Bill, just not at night with my fiancé, as I'm sure you know." She smirked and walked away greeting Tonks and her boys.