T/N: Okay, people. Chapter three. I typed it as quick as I could, what with stupid school to deal with. Got a whole bunch of homework and I have to practice a whole bunch of trumpet and piano, because I have a band test in a week and a bit when our band teacher comes back (he's off on the senior band trip) and I have a piano exam possibly coming up. So sorry everybody, I'm trying. But please review. I love reviews, even though this isn't technically my story, because it will be soon. Anyway, let's skip the author's note from Domitan and go right to the story, shall we?
A/N: So you thought you could skip me, hmmm? Well, you can't! Muahahahaha! Now, onward brave York volunteers! (General Sir Isaac Brock's last words)
Ron, Harry, Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie all played. Fred and George, who were on opposing teams, got a lot of laughs for switching teams 'accidentally'. Eventually Bill turned Fred's broom pink so they could tell the two apart. This worked well, and then the game turned hardcore. Hermione, Ginny, and Fleur, Bill's wife (T/N: Phlegm lol.) (A/N: an excess of Phlegm lol), came to watch for a while, and Ron nearly fell off his broom trying to do a funny stunt to attract Hermione's attention. It worked, but not the way Ron had hoped. Hermione giggled, then turned back to Fleur and Ginny to gossip.
"Has Ron ever kissed you, Hermione?" Ginny asked. Hermione blushed.
"Well, yes, he has."
"When?" Ginny demanded.
"Yesterday, when I just arrived. I was there about 5 minutes before you came in. Right when I knocked on the door, he swooped down on me and kissed me! (T/N: That doesn't make sense, because Ron didn't come in until after Ginny and Harry, and he didn't kiss her then. However, I will let it go because I don't currently have any other ideas for it.) (A/N: Well, you know me. My stories don't always make sense…most of the time…) It was lovely! My lips tingle just thinking about it!" Hermione sighed. "I really like him, you know."
Ginny giggled. "I remember the first time Harry kissed me. Right in front of everyone! But I didn't care. He finally noticed me. You know what I mean. I've like him for years, but he never noticed me. When he did, I felt like I was walking on air!"
"Me too," Hermione gushed. (T/N: They're really out of character, don't you think, Domitan? Still, good times…) (A/N: My way is more fun blaaattt) "Oooh! That's the perfect way to describe it!"
Fleur snorted. "Zeely leetel girls," she muttered. (T/N: Originally it was "Zilly" but I changed it. Kehe) (A/N: You should have put "Zelly" just to mix things up…and bring back horrid memories…). She stood up and left Hermione and Ginny to their romancing.
Just before supper, Ron grabbed Ginny's arm and dragged her aside.
"I want you to know, I talked to Harry about this morning, Ginny." Ginny look appalled. "Well, I just don't want it to happen again. You're only sixteen, Ginny. Next time someone might not be there to stop you. That could be dangerous. Suppose, let's say, that you get…pregnant. You-Know-Who would be after you double time. I don't want that to happen to you." Ron and Ginny looked very uncomfortable. "Well, just keep it in mind," Ron finished lamely.
After supper Harry and Ginny found a secluded tree outside to talk under (T/N: kiss under – that's what "the Outlaw" suggested – Domitan, hopefully you know who that is…typical of her to write a random word or sentence in unguarded stories…hint hint) (A/N: The Outlaw enjoys that sort of thing. In one story I wrote, she suggested that the guy find cocaine and use it…typical!).
"Please come back this year, Harry. Please!"
"Okay…I will, Ginny. But on one condition."
"What?"
"That you, Ginny Molly Weasley, marry me." Harry brought out the ring he had bought yesterday before coming. Just in case, he had thought. Ginny gasped then said, "Harry James Potter, I love you, and I will marry you!" Then she kissed him fiercely as he slid a golden-phoenix ring on her finger.
"You can tell people, if we want to, but I want to have a secret ceremony. Do you think we could slip away at Diagon Alley? We could book someone and say we were getting lunch or something."
"Of course, Harry. When will we tell people the truth though? You won't even tell Ron and Hermione?"
"I dunno. I just want to do this my way. And this way, Voldemort won't know either. I mean, if 'famous Harry Potter' gets married, it'll be all over the papers in two seconds flat. We'll tell Ron and Hermione, maybe your mum and dad, and tell everyone after this year is over."
"Sure. I understand. But we definitely have to tell my mum. She'll probably disown me or something if we don't."
"Fine," agreed Harry. "But after we're actually married, okay? Mrs. Potter!" (T/N: Domitan put "Mrs Potter" on the end of that, but I didn't like that. What do you all think?) (A/N: I put it back…hehe. I'm the author, remember! jk, you can do whatever you'd like, but don't kill them or anything, ok?)
"Whatever you say, Mr. Potter." (T/N: That bit had "Mr. Potter" on the end…) (A/N: And it still does. I thought it was cute, ok? boohoo) Harry grinned at Ginny, and the two of them went back to the Burrow, along with Ginny's new ring.
"You're what?" Ron shouted. "Really? You're not joking…" He fainted. Hermione, for once, was at a total loss for words. When Ron revived himself a few minutes later, he still couldn't believe it. "But," Ron stammered lamely, "you're broken up! To keep Ginny safe! And she's not even of age!" (T/N: I added that last sentence…say something if you think it doesn't really fit the flow of the story…) (A/N: It doesn't really fit with the story. Who cares if she's of age? I'm pretty sure Daine wasn't quite seventeen… and Jacky Faber most definitely is not…but you don't know who she is anyway)
"Not anymore. Maybe you don't understand yet, Ron, but I need Ginny, especially now. We're getting married at Diagon Alley. Oh, by the way, could you ask your mum when we're going? I need to send an owl ahead so the minister knows we're coming." (T/N: I thought they were going to sneak off…) (A/N: The minister of the church, duh. You can't just show up there…) (T/N: Yes, but they're asking Mrs. Weasley. They were going to just sneak off after dinner…so shouldn't they just pick a day? Seriously!) Ron was still gaping.
"Okay…I'll be right back." He stood up and left the room. Suddenly Hermione squealed and leaped at Ginny.
"Oooh! Congratulations, you guys! You know Harry, Ginny's liked you for years, but I never expected this! Oh, I so happy for you!" She embraced the both of them in a huge bear hug (T/N: is that one word or two? I like it better as one) (A/N: it came up on spell check, sorry…) (T/N: (Just so you people know, Domitan changed it back to bear hug…two words) I know it did. But honour comes up on spell check too. And when I typed that bit about Hermione's lips tingling at the thought of Ron kissing her, it underlined "tingle" and when I clicked it, it said "Verb Confusion"…so frankly, the spell check is stupid) (A/N: Honour only comes up on spell check if you have it on American English…You can change it…). "Ron'll get over it. He's just in a bit of shock. He'll come round though." Hermione beamed at them.
Just then, Ron came panting up the stairs and reported that they would go to Diagon Alley on August 19, about two weeks away. Harry could hardly contain his excitement. Ron said, "I can't believe you two are getting married. I mean, Ginny Potter hardly sounds natural. Mrs Ginny Potter at that!"
"Well, not nearly as bad as Hermione Weasley, I should think!" retorted Ginny wickedly. Ron blushed. Ginny grinned nastily at him. (T/N: Oooh, nice adjectives, Domitan. Nastily, wickedly…sibling love, eh?) (A/N: "oooh yesssss…very much so" say I wickedly and nastily!)
"Well, at least, at least, um…Oh, I don't know. I just never thought this would happen!" Ron burst out unhappily. (T/N: another nice one, although I like pristine, undisturbed, discombobulated…all those better) (A/N: "Ron burst out pristinely" good word choice Chaly…really fits! lol!) (T/N: Well, those weren't suggestions…I just like those words. Nicole and I were talking about it in math, and The Outlaw and I were talking about it in socials) (A/N: socials….with the beast-teacher…she actually likes our class! impossible, ain't it?) . "Harry, my best mate, married to my own sister. It's just weird." Ginny looked uncomfortable.
"I love him, Ron. You can't stop us."
Ron was about to say something nasty when Hermione interrupted.
"Well, Harry should go send Hedwig out, right? And you'll need witnesses; I read that in a book once. Ron and I'll be your witnesses. Right, Ron?" She looked threateningly at him.
"Oh, sure, uhh, of course." Harry removed himself from the room to fetch Hedwig. As he reached his room, Fred and George appeared on either side.
"Harry, we need to talk," said George. Harry sighed and turned around. "You and Ginny seem pretty serious right now, and we need to tell you to be careful. She's younger than you are, you know. (T/N: No duh. Way to state the obvious, Domitan! Woot woot! Kehe) (A/N: Sibling love, remember? He just wants Ginny to be safe and happy…and Harryful). And don't break her heart again. She spent the whole first bit of the summer crying her brains out over you. (T/N: I thought she wouldn't cry or anything because it wasn't anything more than she expected. That's what the book said anyway…) (A/N: She said that, but really, if you loved someone for like 6 years and then finally got together with them only to be dumped because it was too dangerous you'd cry anyway too…so there. Ha!) If you do that again, we won't be happy."
"Well," replied Harry, "no need to worry about that!" He removed himself from their presence to retrieve Hedwig, leaving the twins confused. He chuckled to himself. Wait till they find out!he thought.
T/N: Here you go, people. It's longer than normal, so hopefully you'll be happy with that. This one went up fairly quickly, but don't expect it with the next few chapters. I have so much homework for my classes on Monday, which are all the worst ones, but fortunately for you, it's the weekend so I'll have a bit of time to do that. Yes, I'm very happy right now because I saw Yenekeln and actually had a conversation with him today! Hooray! Unfortunately, today was also the day that a whole bunch of people went on the senior band trip…let's count the ones I'll really miss. Lisa, Hendrik, John, Margriet, Stephanie, and Anna. Six. It's very upsetting because my other friends were just on a band trip; they came back today, so the day that they come everyone else leaves. Maybe that doesn't make sense, but I'm sad anyway. So with the good stuff comes the bad. It's very annoying. Still, right now I wouldn't be seeing any of them anyway and I'm more excited about the Yenekeln incident. No, Yenekeln is not his real name, but I'm debating whether the nickname ought to be Shade or Yenekeln…probably will be Yenekeln, considering the circumstances. Anyway, I'm off to do something with my neighbour, bye everyone! Oh yeah, don't forget to review. There haven't been many…so please do! Buh bye!
A/N: Romeo and Juliet on Monday! Our real teacher is on the band trip, so we get to tape it so she can mark them anyway. Argh! W have to have the beast-teacher's husband! NOOOOOOoooooooo! Call him Shade. I think it's dreamy (in the words of the Outlaw…hehe). He doesn't like the beast-teacher either, as I informed you today…ugh. Not very nice language he did use. oh well. better luck next time! Goombye, y'all!