"Who says we can't get married now?"

"I would bloody destroy you!" Ron shouted.

All three of them were heavily drunk. It was Percy's engagement party, and Harry, Ginny, and Ron couldn't bear Percy shouting one more time at them because the flower vases weren't exactly at the centre of the table or something like that. Also, the songs were dreadful.

"Oh, yeah? I would crush you to pieces!" Ginny countered.

Hermione left early with her parents. And now, the three of them were at the Burrow's dinner table.

"No fucking way!"

Ginny and Ron were arguing. About what, Harry had long forgotten.

"I'll beat you so bloody bad that you won't get out of bed for days!"

Harry downed the rest of the firewhiskey and slammed the bottle down on the table, startling both of them.

"Ask Harry!" Ginny told Ron.

Ron nodded vigorously and asked, "So, who do you reckon, Harry?"

Harry rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing how to tell them he wasn't following their shouting match.

Ginny saw his confused look and explained in a far sweeter tone than she used on Ron, "Ron and I are arguing about who knows you better. Tell him that it's me, Harry." She looked at him expectantly with heavy-lidded eyes.

"Like hell it is!" Ron slammed a fist on the table, looking at Harry. "He's my best friend!"

"And he's my fiancé!"

Harry was sure they knew him almost the same amount, though Ginny might have an edge.

"Ok, how old was he when he first had ice cream?" Ron asked, looking at Ginny with determination.

Ginny's expression matched her brother's. "Seven. You have to be better than that, Ron."

Chocolate, he thought fondly. Charles from school was always friendly to him. On his birthday, Charles' parents bought ice cream to school, and Charles distributed it to the whole class. He remembered to give him his ice cream away from Dudley.

"What was the first thing Tonks got Harry?" She smirked, knowing that Ron wouldn't know this.

Ron smirked back, and Ginny's smile faltered. She thought he wouldn't know this. "A toy Hippogriff. Harry was three months old."

Sirius told him this. He was surprised that Tonks knew him as a baby.

Ginny's jaw dropped. "How the fuck do you know?"

"Sirius told Harry. Harry told me. What did Harry call it?"

"Giff!" She shouted back at him, frustrated.

She didn't have to think about her next question. "What does Harry think about those horrid orange posters in your bedroom?"

"He thinks they're hideous." Harry turned to Ron to try to deny it, even though he knew it was spot on.

Ron shook his head at him and said, "You're just too good to say so."

Harry relaxed back in his chair now that it was settled.

"When will Harry be made Deputy Head Auror?" Ron leaned back in his chair too. This was classified.

Ginny grinned proudly at Harry. "The first of September."

"Harry!" Ron turned on him. "That's classified!"

"Not to Ginny, it isn't," he smiled.

"It's your fault," Ron accused her playfully.

"I hate you too, Ron."

Ginny took a sip and asked, "When are we getting married?"

"December 18th."

"Nuh-uh," Ginny wagged a finger. "16th."

Harry looked at Ron apologetically. "We wanted two more days for the honeymoon. We haven't told anyone yet."

Ron grumbled that he was mad that his sister and his best friend didn't tell him, the person who was the most excited about their wedding.

"Who says we can't get married now?" He heard Harry telling Ginny.

"Yes!" He beamed.

"You just want me to be wrong," she accused.

"No," he frowned. "It's not because of that. I know you two wanted to get married since you started dating - "

"Exaggeration," Harry and Ginny said at the same time.

He waved them off, and barrelled on, "Besides, I know you're frustrated with all the wedding planning. I'll be your witness." He reached for both of their hands and held them in his.

"That's an idea," Ginny said, after a moment.

Before their drunk selves could actually get up to go to an official, they heard Molly calling for them.

They quickly shot up, and Harry reached for the hangover potions in his pockets, Ginny charmed away the smell and cleaned the table, and Ron disposed of the bottles, and both he and Harry moved around the room to get rid of any other evidence of them drinking. Ginny moved towards one of the cupboards to make a show of searching for the cutlery that her mother had sent them for in the first place.

They did this so swiftly and in tandem that, to an onlooker, they had been practising this for years.

As Molly started scolding them for not being fast enough, Harry and Ginny thought that maybe Ron was onto something.

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