The Reasons

Chapter Four

Well this day is turning out just great. I sigh and look over at my partner in crime. He smiles, his eyes closed and his glasses reflecting the dim light that's on in the grand closet. He looks younger for some reason and I can't help but think I've just butt fucked a fifteen year old when he makes that expression. "RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY!" Wonderful. It's my mother. Harry shrugs and begins to pull on his dress robes and I fallow suit. "You get your arse out here! I swear you are not too old to put over my knee boy!" Harry snickers and I shove him lightly.

"Shut it. You're just as much in trouble as me." Harry shook his head, pulling me down to his height and kissing me. Oh I'm melting. I'm his slave. Where's my collar and lead? I think I misplaced it somewhere. "You're going to be the death of my Mr. Potter."

"That's what they all say." I can't help but smile pitifully as we open the closet door and walk out. Mum grabs my ear, yanking my down while Harry disappears behind the twins, most likely to find Sirius and Remus.

"What in the world did you think you were doing? And one your sister's night! I am deeply ashamed of you! How could you do this to your sister? How could you do this to the family? Now that retched Malfoy woman will never let this marriage go through!" I sigh, pulling away and roll my eyes. "This is all your fault!" I look over the tops of people's heads, finding Harry standing in his god father's company, both smiling and looking as if they were talking about something scandalous. Man, I want in! "Are you listening to me? Go apologize to your sister this instant!"

"Where is she mum?" She points one stubby finger down the hall. I spot Draco standing outside a door, leaning against it, trying to get inside. Ginny. This day's going to get a whole lot worse. At least I'm getting hot gay monkey butt sex out of it.

Draco's back tenses immediately when I whisper his name. I don't want to startle the poor bloke. Yeah, I hate him but he's marrying my little bit sister (who I dearly love- really) who can be a pain in the ass. It's the red hair, runs in the family. He turns around, a vicious sneer set on his face. "You get in there and make this better or I will make it so you and Potter never fuck again!" he snarls as he jabs his index finger into my chest.

I back up and put my hands up in mock surrender. He growls, shaking his head as he stalks off. All I can really do is flick him off from behind but I don't think that'll really help. I turn around and stare at the door. It's huge. The room behind it is probably bigger than the first and second floor of the Burrow combined. I gently knock on it, hearing it echo throughout the hall. "Ginny, it's me."

"I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU!" The scream vibrates through the door and seems to smack me in the face. Ouch, that'll leave a mark. I sigh and press my palm against the door.

"Come on Ginny, let me in. At least then you can beat me properly." She yells a 'no' and something breaks on the other side of the door. What the fuck is she doing? Throwing a temper tantrum obviously. How old is she, three? There's another thump against the door, one that causes me to snap my head back at the loud sound. "Don't make me come in there Ginerva," I state, trying to make my voice sound like dads. I think I did a good job. Yup.

The door flings open and Ginny stands there, her mascara running down her cheeks, a soft "dad" falling from her lips. When she sees it's just me, her shoulders sink and a new round of sobs burst through her lips. Fuck. "Oh Gin, I wasn't thinking. I'm so sorry, I really have not tact." She nods but doesn't resist when I pull her into a hug. I feel like an idiot. I shouldn't have tried to imitate him. It was bad enough that out of the lot of us, I ended up looking most like him. I had to try and sound like him to. Then again, in the past when he was still around, I used to do it all the time when she locked herself up in her room.

"Come on; let's get you cleaned up and gorgeous. I'm sure your soon to be husband wants you sitting next to him at dinner." She nods and allows me to guide her into the room. After a few minuets of face washing, primping and composing, Ginny sits down and takes a deep breath.

"I'm sorry." I look over at her and give her a small smile.

"If anyone should be sorry, it's me. I picked the worst time to come out of the closet – literally." She gave a small laugh and smiled. I couldn't help but get that sappy warm feeling you get – you know the one that comes after you realize someone you love is all grown up. I hear parents feel it all the time. "Come on, I should get you back out there before Malfoy decides to come in here and make it so I never come out of the closet again." She nods and stands, checking herself in a full length mirror. She looks beautiful. No wonder Malfoy's smitten with her. I can't help but feel a bit of pride at the site of my sister. "Now Gin, I need to say this before I forget." She turns and looks at me. "Malfoy- if he ever tries to force himself on you-"

"Ron stop, just don't go there. Besides, you know I can hex him right out of his paten leather shoes if I wanted to."

"Yeah but I'm supposed to protect your virtue and all that good stuff." Ginny giggles and hooks her arm through mine. She stands on her tip toes and kisses my cheek. "What was that for?"

"For being my favorite big brother. I'm glad that I chose you to walk me down the isle." Ah dammit, there's that bloody sappy feeling again. My eyes begin to water, why, I'll never understand. Only women are supposed to do that, and small wimpy guys but I'm a tall and big and manly and stuff. Fuck it; I'm anything but manly because I obviously take it up the ass. Not that I'm saying if a guy takes it up the ass he's not manly or anything- oh shut it will you? Enjoy the moment! She smiles at me and I can only hug her before pulling away and wiping at my eyes.

"Just what I need, Gin. Another reason for the guys to believe I'm more of a pansy." She laughs but shakes her head and threads her arm through mine before we walk back out to the party where Malfoy is waiting, a worried look upon his face. Ginny smiles up at me before joining Malfoy and walking back with him to the dinning room. Next thing I know, there is one hand on both of my shoulders.

"She's all grown up, isn't she Gred?" Oh great, the twins. Maybe I should use my dad impression on them.

"Yup, she is Feorge. I think I just might cry!" He pauses and looks at me. "Oh wait, widdle Ronniekins has done it for us!" I pull back between them and shove them away, both of them laughing jovially as they stumble forward.

The dinner is anything but easy. Everyone is tense, shooting glances at Harry and I, wondering if at any second I would have him sprawled out on the table spread eagle, fucking him into oblivion. While the thought does seem entertaining at the moment, the blush that has covered Harry's cheeks and turned my ears red has kept me from doing anything drastic. I sigh, keep my head down and eat my chicken without so much as a squeak. The twins crack gay jokes, laughing loudly as Bill gulps down his wine and Charlie tries hard to hold back the laugh that's begging to burst from his lips.

Mum sits at the table next to us and glares, not at Fred and George who're causing the entire party to glance at our table and stare at us like we're a pack of dodo birds, at me, making sure I know who is at fault for everything. If I could disappear, I would.

Finally, someone announces that dinner is over. Thanks for coming and good night. I smile nod, give my mum a quick hug and grab Harry. "We haven't said bye to Remus and Sirius!" he states.

"Can't wait to get home, 'eh Ronnie?" Fred calls with an evil grin. George nods, hooking his thumbs through the belt loops on his waist and thrusting his hips forwards and backwards. I growl, glare at the twins and wrap my arms around Harry, pulling him close to me. With a crack, I apparate us back to the flat.

Harry stands and stares at me as I flop back onto the couch, tugging at my tie and undoing my belt. "I wanted to say good-bye to everyone," he states with a glare. I roll my eyes.

"Didn't know you could put up with everyone staring at us like that." He shrugs, a cocky smile replacing the small frown on his lips.

"I'm used to it. You're going to have to get used to it too. After all, you're the boy-who-lived-and-defeated-the-dark-lord's lover. They'll be staring at you all the time now. Asking you questions, trying to get into your pants." I frown and cock an eyebrow up.

"Whaddya mean?"

He smiles, his eyes darkening as he pushes me back onto the couch and straddles my waist, grinding himself against me. I swallow the spit in my mouth, my adam's apple bobbing up and down. "There was a photographer there tonight, covering the biggest wedding on the wizarding century. They got pictures of us coming out of the closet," he stated, pulling my shirt of my pants and ripping it open, buttons flying across the room.

"Fuck, Harry. Now you're all bold and seductive," I gasp, throwing my head back. The guy has some stamina, that's for sure. I'm not sure how I'll keep up. He smiles, grasping my head in his hands as he kisses my lips, rocking back and forth against me.

As I lose myself in his taste, I realize I'll manage somehow.

Fin.

(An Extra Will Be Added Later On- Dru)