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It was mortifying.

Or it should have been if Ginny wasn't so bloody annoyed.

Harry hastily fixed his glasses as she slipped on her shirt and turned to look at her. "Maybe - "

"No."

"What? I didn't say anything," he smiled.

"They aren't right. Ughh…I swear I'll kill George the moment I go downstairs. Bats will be the least of worries once I'm through with him." Her face was flushed red and her mouth was in that adorable pout that made Harry want to forget and make her forget that George had just walked in on them, though he might lock the door this time.

"Did you see the look on his face as he closed the door?" She raged. "He looked so bloody pleased with himself!"

George did have a self-satisfied smirk on his face, Harry noted, but he was more focused on making sure his clothes didn't have any Wheezes products on them. He really didn't want to attend his own wedding looking like human confetti.

"I know we made a bet, and it's been a month and it's so fucking hard, Harry," she said, waving her hands in the air like a madwoman. "And we haven't even had a day to ourselves! It's either Mum with more wedding plans or Ron wanting to take you out to pick out the best man and groomsmen suits. Seriously, Harry, how does it take you three weeks to pick out suits? Demelza and I had my wedding dress and the Maid of Honour and bridesmaids' dresses ready last week!"

Harry knew Ron dragged out the selections on purpose to prevent them from finding enough time together, and while he wasn't entirely on board, he wasn't going to tell his fiancée that.

"If it's any consolation, I haven't been particularly happy about it either," Harry said, reaching a hand out to her, which she accepted, and he pulled her down to sit on her childhood bed, next to him.

She calmed down immediately, wrapping her arms around his middle as he wrapped his around her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her hairline.

"Ready to go down and face the music now?"

Ginny got a mischievous glint in her eyes as she looked up to meet his. "Oh, there will be music, alright."

She looked around for her wand before narrowing her eyes at him.

"You play dirty, Harry."

"I'd like all my groomsmen to maintain all their body parts intact on the eve of the wedding," he smirked.

Harry laughed as she turned on her big chocolate eyes at him and pouted. "That's not going to work, Gin."

She sighed and settled her head back on his shoulder. "What about after the wedding?"

"After the honeymoon."

"I can live with that," she said as she reached up to kiss him.