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The next morning, Ginny woke up in a terrible mood. She still couldn't get over what Harry said to her. I am not a cynical person, she thought. Am I?

Ginny got up out of bed and walked into the kitchen, where, to make matters worse, her mother and John Lovegood were sitting, and drinking tea.

"What are you two doing here? It's eight o'clock in the morning!" Ginny groaned, as she walked into the kitchen and grabbed a muffin.

Molly got up and kissed Ginny on the forehead. "I just came by to drop off my, well, now your wedding dress so I can alter it for you."

Ginny choked on a bite of muffin and looked at her mother in disbelief. "What do you mean by wedding dress?"

Molly sighed. "Your wedding dress, as in the dress you will wear for your wedding to Louis. Honestly Ginny, you can be so difficult sometimes."

"Bloody hell!" Ginny mumbled. "Mum, there is no wedding."

"What do you mean?" Molly asked, confused. "Louis said that you announced your engagement."

Ginny shook her head angrily. "I never said that! Mum, you cannot push me into marriage. Especially with someone I hardly even know anymore."

Molly sighed, "Ginny, I worry about you. I know that you have a wonderful job and are a very independent woman, but you never seem to have any fun anymore. Ever since Dean—"

Ginny scoffed. "Please do not mention him."

Molly poured Ginny a cup of tea. "Ginny, your father and I got married very young. The world was a very dangerous place. There were Death Eaters everywhere and murder on the front page of the Prophet everyday. I know that it's past," Molly smiled, "But I still feel that when you're married, you always have someone to turn to if things do get rough or scary. Louis is a very nice man. He'd be able to help keep you safe—"

Ginny shot her mother a look, "if you needed it." Molly finished. "I'm glad that you don't need a man, but it is nice to have one. Maybe if I had told you this earlier, you'd feel differently about marriage."

Ginny sighed. "I don't feel anything about marriage or love."

x x x

That afternoon, Ginny went with Sarah and Harry to look at another possible spot for the wedding. They stood in the middle of a large park, at the end of Diagon Alley, past Ollivander's shop. The field was filled with giant trees and beautiful flowers.

Sarah looked around. "What do you think Ginny?" she asked with excitement.

Ginny smiled. "The park is great and you would be the first people to get married in Diagon Park. We would have to create the entire ceremony site ourselves, but that's not really a big problem." Ginny grinned as she whipped out her wand. "And, you wouldn't have to cut he guest list. What do you think?"

At the same time both Sarah and Harry answered, but with very different responses.

"Let's take it!" Sarah exclaimed.

"Let's keep looking," Harry said, skeptically.

Sarah turned to Harry, looking very upset. "You don't like it?"

"You do?" he asked, sounding disappointed. "I don't know."

"Please Harry," she whined.

Harry sighed in retreat. "Alright, if you really want it."

Sarah squealed in excitement. "I love you." She turned to Ginny, "This is why I am marrying him; he is so good to me. I'm sure you two will have no problem planning the wedding while I'm gone."

"Gone!" Harry asked, shocked.

Sarah shrugged, "Only for a week. I have to go to Italy to see the new Wizarding Wireless headquarters."

Ginny bit her lip. She was not happy about being left alone with Harry. "You know Sarah; this is not the best time to be going away. We don't have a lot of time before the wedding and there's still a lot to be done."

"Oh, I know," Sarah nodded. "And that's why we shouldn't stop just because I'm not there, right? I'm sure you guys will do great. I trust you."

x x x

The next day, Harry and Ginny were forced to plan the wedding -- without Sarah. Ginny took Harry to a shop where they could pick out decorations for the reception. The first thing they had to choose were the statues that would stand at the entrance.

"So, Sarah wants statues at the wedding?" Harry asked, hesitantly.

"Well, a well-placed statue can enhance the atmosphere of the ceremony." Ginny explained. "Something like this might be nice." She pointed to a sculpture of Cupid.

Harry made a face, "Isn't that kind of cliché?"

Ginny smirked. "No, it's supposed to be romantic."

Harry walked a little ahead of Ginny. "I always pictured a small wedding; just close friends," he smiled, "in the backyard of the Burrow."

Ginny's face flushed as she pictured it; white chairs, a small archway where the priest would stand, her in an exquisite white dress walking down the aisle—

She shook her head and tried not to think about that. Ginny turned back toward Harry and cleared her throat, "Er…the sculpture of the two angels that we passed on the way in was beautiful."

Harry wasn't paying any attention to Ginny anymore. He was looking at a warrior statue holding a wand. "What about this one?" he asked.

Ginny couldn't figure out if he was kidding or not, "This is a wedding, not exactly the perfect place for a naked intimidating fighter."

Harry scoffed. "He's not intimidating; he's strong and buff. We need something masculine at this wedding." He reached over to grab the stone muscle, but when he did, the entire statue tipped over.

"Oh my God!" Ginny exclaimed. "Quick! Pick it up before someone sees!"

"Don't worry, I got it." Harry picked up the statue and put it back in place. Unfortunately, a piece of it, its penis to be exact, broke off during the fall.

"A guard is coming! We have to fix it." Ginny opened up her purse and pulled out her spellotape.

Harry laughed. "Spellotape, why didn't I think of this? Everyone carries spellotape just for this situation."

"Just stick it back on!" She handed the stone penis to Harry and he placed it back on the statue."

"!" Harry said, panicked. "Ginny, I'm stuck."

"What!" She grabbed his hand and pulled but a guard had just walked up behind them.

"Is there a problem over here?" he asked angrily. "You're not allowed to touch the statues."

Harry turned towards the guard, still stuck to the statue's lower half. "I'm sorry sir, I just wanted to er… I wanted to—"

"He wanted to feel the statue!" Ginny shouted, but then covered her mouth in embarassment after she realized what she had just said.

The guard looked at the two of them, clearly not amused, "Please remove your hand from the sculpture."

Harry nodded. He pulled his hand away and took the marble penis along with it. "There it is," he smiled, anxiously.

Ginny followed as the guard escorted Harry out of the property, giggling continuously.

x x x

After they were kicked out of the shop, Harry and Ginny took a seat on a bench outside.

Harry, temporarily forgetting that he was stuck to a marble penis, stared at the ground. He looked up at Ginny.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

Ginny shook her head. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I shouldn't have said that your marriage was going to fail."

Harry sighed. "I'm really sorry that I said you were cynical. That was wrong of me."

"You and Sarah will be really happy together," Ginny said sincerely.

Harry nodded. "So will you and Louis."

"We're not engaged anymore," Ginny answered simply.

"Are you all right with that?" Harry asked, with concern.

Ginny nodded

"Yeah. It was more my Mum who wanted us to get married."

Harry looked shocked. "Why would she want that?"

Ginny smiled, "Because she felt so safe with my Dad."

Ginny reached into her pocket and pulled out her wand. She grasped Harry's hand, murmured a few choice words, and the piece of the statue came right off.

"Impressive," Harry stated as he shook his hand out.

"Thanks," she replied. Ginny looked at Harry. "You know, I agree with you about the small wedding."

"You do?" he asked.

Ginny bit her lip. "Yeah, that's how I would do it."

x x x

After Ginny left Harry, she headed to the Burrow to visit her family. She walked in the door, and she looked around, but couldn't find anyone.

"Mum?" she called, as she walked into the kitchen.

Sitting at the table was Louis. "Ginny, I am very 'appy to see you."

Ginny scowled. "Where's my Mum?"

"She is out at Diagon Alley," he replied.

"Well tell her I was here." Ginny turned towards the door, but Louis called her name.

"Please, Ginny, stay. Are you angry avec moi?"

Ginny whipped around and marched straight to Louis. "Yes, I am angry with you!" she shouted. "You told my mother that we were engaged! She came over this morning to give me her wedding dress! What is wrong with you? Louis, you and I are never going to be together in that way, do I make myself clear?"

Louis lowered his head. "I am sorry, I will leave you alone."

Ginny sighed. "Thank you."

"But," Louis looked up, hopeful, "Perhaps we could be friends?"

"Friends?" Ginny scoffed.

"Oui, friends." Louis smiled, "Do you 'ave plans for dinner?"

"Louis!" Ginny cried, angrily.

"No!" Louis protested. "I will make zee dinner, as a friend. Sit."

He got up, pulling his wand out. And with a few flicks, the stove was covered in pots and pans. Delicious aromas came from them. Louis, then, waved his wand toward the cabinet and two plates floated out and over to the table. One landed in front of where Ginny sat.

"You know how to cook?" Ginny asked, clearly surprised.

"Oui, I am magnifique!" Louis grinned. "You are still zee same girl from Egypt."

Ginny blushed. "You don't really remember me."

"Mais, but of course!" Louis poured the soup into a bowl and walked over to the table. "Your brothers were always tormenting you, but you 'eld your ground."

Ginny shrugged. "Well, Percy was their main target. I got off pretty easy. You bothered me more."

Louis chuckled. "I was a very annoying child."

"Yes, you were," agreed Ginny.

"Hey!" said Louis, sounding insulted. "You were dangerous with zee wand. I woz afraid for my life at times. Did you treat everyone zat way?"

Ginny nodded. "Pretty much. I was always outgoing except around H—" Ginny stopped herself as Louis looked at her. "Never mind. It's not important."

"Tell me, as a friend," Louis asked kindly. "What is wrong?"

Ginny sighed. "It's nothing really. I thought I might have found the one. You know? But it didn't work out." Ginny shook her head. "Have you ever fancied someone but the timing was completely off? The whole thing just didn't work out because of different things going on. That's what happened the first time. But you just really want it to go right and to be happy, because you're really fond of them. I'm not making any sense, am I?"

"Ginny, you make perfect sense. You love zis person, zee way I love you."

Ginny felt awful, "Louis, I didn't—"

Louis stopped her. "It's all right. You need to learn something. Love eez not perfect; love eez, love."

Ginny smiled. "You're right."

x x x

The next day, Harry and Ginny went to the florist to pick out the floral arrangements for the wedding. They walked through rows and rows of different colored flowers, which were all outdoors.

"Sarah said that she wanted roses, floating above, along with everlasting candles," Ginny explained. "But if there's anything else you see, just let me know."

Harry looked around, he pointed to a purple flower. "How about this one?"

Ginny giggled. "Er…that's a petunia. It stands for anger and resentment."

Harry laughed. "Then that name was perfect for my Aunt!"

Ginny smiled. "Lily's might be perfect."

Harry nodded. "Yeah, they would."

"So, how did you and Sarah meet?" Ginny asked curiously.

"She worked in my office," Harry answered, as he picked out a few lilies.

Ginny looked surprised. "She's an Auror?"

"No," Harry chuckled. "Her office was on the floor above mine. But she always came down to eat lunch and stare at me. I think she was star-struck at first," Harry picked up some baby's breath. "Is this good?"

Ginny nodded. "Yeah, that works as filler flo— oh my God!" Ginny ducked down underneath the tables.

Harry looked over to see what had gotten Ginny so upset. "Hey, it's Dean Thomas!"

"Shut up!" Ginny ordered from underneath the table.

Harry was clearly confused. "Why? What's the matter?"

She crawled under the table, away from Harry, but he followed her. "Gin, what are you doing?"

"Don't say my name!" she said in a harsh whisper.

"Why?"

Ginny continued crawling under tables, knocking flowers over along the way. Harry trailed her, fixed the flowers with his wand. She crawled to the end of the table, where, unfortunately, Dean stood.

"Ginny?" Dean asked, confused and shocked.

Ginny stood up, embarrassed. "Hi."

"Are you all right?" Harry asked Ginny.

Ginny nodded nervously. "Yeah, fine."

"Okay," Harry said slowly. He then turned to Dean. "Dean! I haven't seen you since Hogwarts!"

"Hey," he smiled, nervously as well. "How are you? You remember Padma?" He motioned towards the pregnant woman standing next to him. "My wife."

Harry grinned. "Hi Padma. You went to the Yule Ball with Ron, didn't you?"

Padma made a face, remembering the horrible time she had had. "Yeah."

Harry looked around and noticed that no one else was looking at one another, but each looked more nervous than the next. "I know I've been gone for a while; did something happen between you guys?"

"Well," Dean started, but Ginny interrupted.

"Let me, it's actually quite an amusing story." If the story was going to be told, she would do it. "See, four years ago, Dean was my fiancé and Padma was his best mate. And on the day of the rehearsal, I found them snogging on the couch in my flat! I think that's basically the gist of it. Right, Dean?" Ginny finished, glaring at him.

x x x

"Is this your building, Ginny?" Harry looked down the road and saw Ginny, who was obviously very drunk, stumbling down the sidewalk. "Gin, come back here." He came over and guided her back to the entrance of, what he hoped was, her building.

After their meeting with Dean and Padma, Ginny decided that the best thing for her to do was drink an entire bottle of Firewhiskey in a very short period of time. Harry was kind enough to take her back to her flat. He tried every spell he could think of to get into the building.

"Ginny, are you sure that you don't remember the anti-Apparating spell?"

"No," Ginny slurred, sitting down on the steps. "Oh, wait!" She took out her wand, waved it…and a pink plastic flamingo appeared in front of her. "That's not it!" she giggled uncontrollably.

Harry laughed. It was kind of funny to see her in this state. He hadn't seen the fun side of Ginny ever since he got back. "I'm glad you're having fun."

Without warning, Ginny began to sob. She had been holding it in for, what Harry suspected, since their encounter with Dean and Padma. "He's married! And they're going to have a baby!"

Harry hugged her. "It's all right, calm down."

"And he looked good!" she hiccupped.

"No, no he didn't," Harry shook his head. "He looked horrid."

The door opened behind them and an older man walked out. "Hold the door please," Harry asked. He picked Ginny up and carried her inside the building.

When they Apparated into Ginny's flat, Harry placed her on the sofa.

"You really don't think he looked good?" Ginny asked, as she sat up.

Harry took out his wand and conjured up two cups of tea. "No, he looked fat and miserable."

Ginny gave a tiny smile as she accepted the cup from Harry. "He told me that they were just friends," she mumbled. "But I knew better, even without Legilimency." She took a sip of the tea. "Did you know that Padma threw me a bridal shower? She even cooked without magic. That should have been a clue; she was trying too hard." Ginny put the cup of tea down on the floor. "It's a good thing I didn't marry him…but sometimes I think that I just wasn't good enough for him."

"No, Ginny," Harry said abruptly. "You are ten times better than Padma. Dean's crazy to have left you…you're perfect."

They stared at each other for a moment, before Harry broke the silence. "It--it's getting late," he said nervously. He had stepped over the line that he had created, and he knew it.

Ginny nodded. "Yeah. I'll get the door."

"No," Harry shook his head. "You stay there. I can find the way out."

He stood up to walk to the door, but Ginny called his name. She got up and walked to where he stood.

"Thanks for tonight; I know I was a mess."

Harry smiled. "No, not a mess." She gave him a sharp. "Well, maybe a little," he teased.

Ginny opened the door. "Shove off," she retorted, jokingly.

Harry walked out the door and turned to face her. "Good night, Ginny,"

"Good night," Ginny closed the door and leaned against it. She felt sick, both literally and physically. The Firewhiskey was catching up to her and she was confused about Harry. One day she's angry with him and the next she's falling back in love. Just as she started to walk to the bathroom, someone knocked on the door.

She move back over and opened it. There stood Harry, who clearly hadn't moved.

"Do you ever think about that night in the park?"

Ginny rubbed her eyes. "What?"

Harry looked her straight in the eye. "Or the fun times that we had at Hogwarts or the Burrow?" He sighed. "I know everything about you, from you putting your elbow in the butter dish to every freckle on your face and every speck of color in your eyes. And I know that the night in the park was the best time I've had since Hogwarts."

Ginny moaned and shook her head. "I only want you when I can't have you. I'm sick of it," she bit her lip. "It's easy, I know Sarah and I respect her, so besides your robe measurements, that's all I need to know about you. Good night."

And with that, she shut the door.

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