CHAPTER 15

I still couldn't believe my mum had handled it that way, 'It must be because of Snape,' I though to myself. She was really genuinely happy for me and Harry and she had practically pushed us out the door when I had said that we might be leaving for the rest of the break.

"What's wrong love?" Harry asked, breaking into my thoughts.

"Oh, nothing, just thinking," I said, leaning over and laying my head in his lap.

'Thinking about your mum again?' he asked and I realized I wasn't exactly keeping my thoughs to myself.

'Yeah, I guess, it just bothers me that she was so happy for me to leave. She was never this way when she was with Richard.'

'Yeah, but put yourself in her shoes, if you had a child would you want to be with her or with me?' he asked grinning.

'I guess you...' I said, trailing off.

'What's that supposed to mean?' he demanded.

'I was just kidding, I love you.'

'You better,' he teased.

'What do you mean, I better? You're damn lucky I love you,' I teased back and kissed him.

"I love you, too," he said as I layed my head back down on his lap.

I sat back up and just leaned on Harry after a few minutes. I kissed him all the while thinking about how we were going to tell Ron and Hermione.

"How should we tell Ron and Hermione?" Harry finally asked, voicing my thoughts, though I had been careful to keep them to myself.

"I dunno babe, I was just thinking the same thing. We have less than a week to decide, you know," I said pointedly.

"Yes I know, I was thinking, I have absoutely no idea how we are going to do it."

"Me either babe, maybe we ca- ouch!"

"What happened?" Harry asked a mixture of curiousity and concern in his voice.

"Oh I bit my tongue, you wanna kiss it and make it better?" I asked, with a grin on my face.

"You know what, I might just have to," he said and he did.

"So what were you gonna say before you bit your tongue?" Harry asked once we had broken apart.

"I dunno..."I trailed off searching my thoughts, but I just couldn't remember what I was going to say, "Oh well, I'll remember it eventually. You kind of distracted me."

"You know, I bet you anything Hermione's heard of it before. She'd know exactly what we were talking about if we told her we have a connection called Amour Vrai."

"You're probably right, but where does that get us? We still have to tell Ron," I said, though I thought I knew what he was getting at.

"We could just tell them, it doesn't have to be that diffucult. They won't care that we couldn't tell them before because Dumbledore didn't want us to. We'll just explain the whole situation to them and they'll be happy."

I smiled, he had taken a diffferent train of thought than he was going to, but all that mattered was that he came to a conclusion. "You're right babe, but are you ready to go to bed now? It's nearing midnight and I'm kinda tired."

"Yeah, sure," he replied and grabbed my hand and we walked up the stairs to our bedroom.

I awoke the next morning and very carefully, so I didn't wake Harry up, got out of bed and left the room, closing the door softly.

I went down to the kitchen and was very suprised to find Dobby already in there. I had seemed to forgot that he lived here, too. "Good morning Dobby."

He bowed to me, "Good Morning Mistress, how can I be helping you?"

"Actually I was kind of hoping to make breakfast for Harry, do you happen to know what his favorite for breakfast is?"

"I can be a help to you Miss," Dobby said and went through a door, I assumed, to get food.

An hour later Dobby and I had made Harry a brilliant, if I do say so myself, breakfast and I was bringing it up to him on a tray.

"Good Morning," I said, holding out the tray to him. He sat up and I put the tray on his lap. Before I could move away though he had pulled me close and kissed me.

"Good Morning love, how long have you been up?" he asked as I sat down on the bed next to him and took a bit of his kipper.

"I dunno, when I woke up I went down to the kitchen and asked Dobby to help me make you breakfast," I said as he took a bite of egg.

"Did you eat?" he asked with his mouth full.

"Don't speak with your mouth full," I scolded before answering his question, "I'm not hungry."

"Are you sure?" he asked, concerned, "It's not good to starve youself."

"I'm not starving myself, I'm not hungry," I answered defiantly, "Now, drop it, or we can't do what I was planning today."

"What exactly were you planning?" he asked, his curiousity overtaking him.

"I'm not telling," I answered mysteriously.

"Fine," he said, pretended to not be interested, but I kne the curiousity was eating at his mind and I hid my smile.

"Now, hurry up and eat, you need a shower today. I'm sorry babe, but you're starting to stink," I joked.

I watched and Harry sniffed himself, trying not to make it look like he was doing so and I had to stifle my laugh, "I do not stink," he defended himself.

"Not yet, but I don't wanna be around you in case you start to."

Harry rollded his eyes and finished the rest of his breakfast in silence. He seemed to be holding back a retort, but it never left his lips.

"Now," I said, taking his breakfast tray when he finished eating, "Get in the shower and don't make me make you," I smiled at him as he rolled his eyes again.

"When exactly did you plan on taking a shower?" he shot back at me.

"I took one last night. Now hurry up, we need to get going."

He didn't say another word before he got in the shower, but kept badgering me in thought about what was happening today.

I was in the bedroom getting ready to take Harry out of the house, so that Dobby could prepare for the guests to arrive at the party. I had already given Dobby instrructions and he knew that he was not to mention any of this to Harry. I had talked to Hermione, who had told the whole Weasly family, that Hary and I were throwing a Christmas party and we had some news that we were going to tell everyone at the party. Hermione said that they would alert as many Order members as they could and anyone else who could possibly want to come.

I was rather excited that I got to meet everybody and that I was throwing my first Christmas party at what was soon to be my house with my husband-to-be. It was hard to keep it from Harry, but I figured I could tell him later, once we got back.

"Now are you going to change, not that I'd mind you walking down the street like that, it might attract unwanted attention," I laughed as he came out of the bathroom.

He mumbled something incoherently that wasn't quite comprehensible, "Mind repeating that? I didn't quite catch it."

He didn't answer, just started to get dressed.

"Oh yeah, and wear something nice."

"You know, If I didn't know better I'd say we were meeting someone. Are we?"

"I'm not saying anything, but why can't you just look nice for me? Not that I'm saying I care what you look like, just do this for me, please."

"Fine, fine, why won't you tell me?" Harry whined, startling me.

"Well, for one, you just whinned at me and I don't talk to children about grown up stuff, and two, babe, I just can't. I'd like to, but I'd rather it be a suprise much more, or maybe, if you stop badgering me and get ready, I'll tell you later."

He looked like he was going to respond but was interrupted by an owl bringing the Daily Prophet. Harry hastily paid the owl and was about to continue our conversation but I went into the bathroom to do my hair.

Harry followed me though and threw a shirt on and then nearly tripped as he changed his pants.

"Harry, I have stuff to do, if you don't mind and badgering me will only make me refrain from telling you, so please find your shoes," I said, pulling my hair up out of my eyes. I contined trying different hairstyles after Harry left the room. Once I had found a hairstyle I liked I added hairspray and put on a very little amount of make-up.

Then I went to find a pair of shoes that matched the outfit that I had bought for the trin to Hogwarts.

I didn't find Harry in the bedroom, but he walked in while I was examining myself in the body legnth mirror. He came up and wrapped his arms around me from behind. "Beautiful," he whispered in my ear.

"Thanks," I said, kissing his hand because it was the closest thing to my mouth, "You don't look so bad yourself," I added, stepping back and examining him. I tried flattening his hair, but had no luck.

"Yeah, I tried that, too," he said taking my hand away from his hair and bringing it to his lips.

"Well, shall we go?" I asked.

"You going to tell me where we're going?" he asked, leading the way to the door anyway.

"For a walk, then back here," I answered simply, only telling half of the truth.

"But there has to be more than that."

I just walked down the stairs and out of the house, pulling him along behind me. We wandered around in London, with my slyly keeping an eye on the time, until we reached a Theater. Then I convinced Harry to watch a Muggle movie with me.

"What was the point in that?" Harry asked as we came out of the Theater.

"I saw a great point, me and you in a big dark room, with only strangers who are paying attention to a big screen that makes a lot of noise for company. What wasn't the point of that?" I replied leading him back to Grimmauld place.

"Well when you put it that way. Why couldnt you tell me we were doing that though?" he inquired.

"I could have told you that, but I didn't want to tell you that we're hosting a party today."

I watched a Harry's look turned from confusion to comprehension and back to confusion. I supressed my laugh and continued walking.

"Wait, why are we hosting a party and why didn't you tell me about it?" he asked as he hurried to catch up with me and take my hand again.

"Well I figure we could use a party to announce our engagement, seeing as no one knows about it yet. The reason I didn't tell you was because I wanted to make sure all your friends were coming first and I continued with it this morning because it was fun." I shrugged off the rest of his persistent questions by telling him we were going to be late for our own party.

He stopped asing me questions, but I knew he was still thinking about it, he wasn't restricting his thoughts to himself.

I checked my watch and hurried up, if we didn't get to the huse soon we'd be late for the party we were hosting. I decided to make something fun out of it and challenged Harry to race me the last two blocks. He took the challenge, as I knew he would.

I won the race, but barely. When we got inside the house I called for Dobby and walked through the house admiring Dobby's work. I was suprised when I found Hermione in the sitting room.

"You're early, why are you here without Ron?" I asked hiding the ring behind my back.

"I am aware that I'm early, I was going to help out, but it seems Dobby did a wonderful job," she said, inclining her head to indicate that she meant on the house.

"Yes, didn't he, I just love it, "I said, still admiring the sitting room and vaguely wondering where Harry went. "Well, actually, since you are here, I guess I can tell you our news, just don't tell anyone else and let me get Harry," I said knowing that must have been what she was here for.

She smiled, "Actually, that's not why I'm here, but that would be nice," she said and I stood rooted to the spot, wondering why she was here but she continued and I didn't have to wonder long, "There will be several Order members coming, everyone wanted to meet you. That is also not the reason I'm here though," she sighed, "I guess I can avoid it no longer, I'm pregnant and Ron and I are getting married," she said, finally standing.

"Oh my gosh," I shouted and hugged her, "I'm so happy for you Hermione. Harry," I called for him so we could tell Hermione our news.

"Well, the reason I came early to tell you that is because I didn't want to take away from your big news," she said, completely grinning at her happiness. I was happy for her, but I couldn't help but be happy for myself as well.

Harry came into the room and was suprised to find that I was hugging Hermione. I quickly let go and she told Harry the news. He congratulated her and gave her a hug also.

"Now," I said, taking Harry's left hand in my right, "do you want to tell her or should I?" I asked Harry. He nodded to me and I almost shouted it, "Harry and I are getting married!" I showed her the rings. She shouted and hugged me, then Harry.

"They were his parents wedding rings," I said when things had calmed down. Then we all sat down and talked, waiting for the people to get here.

"Oh, Hermione, I have a question for you. Have you heard of Amour Vrai?" I asked her.

"Yes, it's true love, but I've heard it's very very unusual." she replied.

"It is, I only know two couples that have had it. My mum and dad and me and Harry," I said and her jaw dropped as she comprehended.

"So, you can read each others thoughts, too?" she asked and we nodded, looking at Harry I squeezed his hand and he returned the squeeze. "Well," Hermione said, getting up, "I better go get Ron from the Burrow. Molly can't wait to meet you Amy and everyone should be getting here soon," she said and with a pop she was gone.

"Wow, she left fast," I looked at my watch and realized that she was right, people would be coming soon. "C'mon Harry," I said pulling him to thr front door when we heard a knock.