(Harry's POV)

Harry was incredibly relieved to be back at the Burrow and rid of the Dursleys forever. Ron and Hermione seemed quite relieved to have him too. He pulled them upstairs to Ron's room almost immediately after his arrival.

"I know I've said I won't go back to Hogwarts, but McGonagall asked me to meet with her, and she convinced me. She was determined to get me to stay; saying how it'll be safer, that we only have a year left and she even woke up Dumbledore's painting, who agreed. I told her that we would go back if we were able to leave the school whenever we need to," Harry rushed through his explanation mainly because he was eager to finally talk to his friends. Hermione looked like she was restraining herself from seeming too thrilled and Ron was obviously relieved.

"Well, that will be good. This way we can study in the library for anything we might need and…"Hermione was off in tangent, listing everything they could use and everything they should practice and study. But Hermione's rant about how they could use the Room of Requirements was interrupted by Ginny waltzing into the room.

"You guys might wanna go outside and help with the reception set up," she notified, "because Mum and Phl…Fleur are arguing over floral arrangements (Ginny rolled her eyes) and if she sees you up here, not doing anything useful…well shes already fuming…" Ginny gave them one last look of warning and swept out of the room.

Harry felt a pang of sadness as he watched her go. He almost considered running after her and telling her to screw everything he said at the funeral. He noticed a twinge of bitterness in her voice, probably because she still thought the three of them were going of on their adventure and leaving her. Harry got up with Ron and Hermione as they made their way downstairs trying to go unnoticed by Fleur and Mrs. Weasley.

(Ginny's POV)

Ginny woke up to the sound of her mother's voice shrieking at her to get up.

"Ginny! It's 9:30! You need to get ready now! Don't you have any mercy for my poor nerves!" Mrs. Weasley stormed out of the room, most likely to wreak havoc on someone else's slumber. Ginny rolled out of bed only because it was the day of the wedding and Ginny would probably be cooked for dinner if she didn't get up immediately. Hermione entered the room right as Ginny finished making her bed.

"Your mum wanted me to help you and Gabrielle get ready. Where is she anyway?" she said, looking around the room as if she expected Gabrielle to jump out of Ginny's trunk. But Hermione didn't have to wait because a younger version of Fleur of about 12 or 13 sauntered into the room. She took one look at Hermione's frizzy, unbrushed hair and Ginny's faded pajamas and snorted. Without a word to either of them (though Ginny didn't know if she even could speak English), she stuck her perfectly manicured hand into Ginny's closest, pulled out her bridesmaid dress and left the room. Hermione and Ginny exchanged looks and Ginny said, "I think I'd choose Fleur over her! I mean shes only, like 11 and she thinks shes so superior. At least Fleur is getting better." And she was. Ginny didn't find Fleur nearly as intolerable as before.

Gabrielle and Fleur's parents had come into town last night, but had preferred an inn to staying at the over-crowded Burrow. Hermione explained that she only knew two hair styling spells, both taught to her by Parvati and Lavender; one she had worn to the Yule Ball, and the other a simple curling spell. Ginny chose to have her hair curled and while Hermione curled strands of hair with her wand, Ginny applied make-up (she had never been fond of putting make-up on magically after she had accidentally painted herself like a clown in third year). Gabrielle re-entered the room again all made-up and in her silky blue bridesmaid dress. She merely glimpsed at Ginny's hair before snorting again. Ginny gave Hermione a look that obviously said What a pig!

"Ce n'est pas très distingué, la façon vous vous asseyez," she said. Then seeming to remember that they did not speak French, she said slowly, "Eet iz not verry lady-like ze way you are sitting." Then, she smiled, obviously proud of herself for being able to look down on them in English. Ginny looked down at her legs automatically; they were criss-cross applesauce. Who didn't like sitting criss-cross applesauce?

"It is not very lady-like to snort more than speak," quipped Ginny. Gabrielle looked like she was concentrating very hard before a look of realization dawned on her face and before spinning around and storming out of the room she said, "I vill haff my mozzer do my 'air…Le nerf! être traité cette façon! Quel est ma pensée de soeur! Le pleurnicheur fait des…" Ginny and Hermione could hear her muttering in French out the door and down the hall.

Hermione looked like she very much trying not to laugh and gave in by the time Ginny shrugged and said she deserved it.