Here you go all, another chapter! Hope it's alright...my dedication this time: Love2Love. I too think that Seamus is amazingly sexy, my darling!! And also, I read the Shopaholic books...so I know exactly what you're talking about! Love you all, please R&R!

Hannah Longbottom xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

"I am so excited!" Ginny was in the living room with Hermione in Grimmauld Place. She had been reading Witch Weekly for the last half an hour. But she couldn't hold her excitement any longer. Tomorrow was Neville and Hannah's wedding.

"Wow," Hermione said, perched over The Daily Prophet. "Imagine how loud you're going to be the day before Luna and Dean's wedding!"

"You mean the day before Luna's bachelorette party!"

"Oh yeah!"

"I still can't believe Hannah's not having one," Ginny said, flicking a page of Witch Weekly.

"Well," Hermione sighed. "We don't really know Hannah that well. I suppose it's for the best."

"I suppose. So, when are Ron and Harry getting back from Neville's?"

"I dunno. It's a bachelor party, it's probably going to last a while!"

"Yeah, but it's Neville's bachelor party! It's so unfair! The guys get two bachelor parties! We only get Luna's!"

"Is Dean having one as well?"

"Yep."

"Well, Ginny, you have to remember. Two bachelor parties are probably the equivalent of Luna's bachelorette party!"

"That's true! So, are you and Ron still staying here tonight?"

"Yeah, all my stuff for the wedding is here." Just then, there was a loud crack from outside, followed by loud laughter. Harry and Ron had obviously materialized outside. Sure enough, there came the tell0tale click of the front door, and Ron and Harry ran inside.

"Hi!" they yelled simultaneously. Suddenly, Ron jumped on top of Hermione. She almost screamed in shock, but Ron put a finger to her mouth.

"Sssh!" he said, grinning stupidly.

"Oh great!" Hermione sighed. "Ron's drunk!"

"I am not drunk!" Ron insisted, grabbing Hermione's shoulders. "How dare you accuse me of that?"

"Oh don't worry," Ginny said, wearily. "Harry's drunk too." She pointed at Harry who was sitting in her lap and kissing Ginny's neck. Hermione and Ginny laughed.

"I think I know a potion we can give them," Hermione said, pinching Ron so he got off her abruptly.

"Oh good," Ginny replied, sifting Harry off her lap. She followed Hermione into the kitchen. Hermione sat down at the kitchen table and pull out her wand.

"Accio Potions textbook!" she shouted. They heard the door to one of the spare rooms upstairs fly open and something flew down the staircase. Ginny stared at her.

"You brought your Potions textbook with you?" she asked.

"Well, you never know," Hermione replied, catching her textbook neatly.

"I don't even have my Potions book anymore," Ginny muttered, grabbing a chair. Hermione had started flicking through the textbook slowly.

"OK," she said, finally. "I have two recommendable potions. One is instantaneous, but they will be extremely hungover tomorrow. And the other one takes about half an hour for the potion to kick in, and they will be perfectly normal tomorrow morning." Ginny thought about it.

"Well," she concluded. "The wedding is tomorrow, so I suppose we should give them the second one. Is it hard to make?"

"No. Polyjuice potion was harder. And I noticed a store room, upstairs on the direct right of the bathroom above you and Harry's room."

"OK. So how long will it take to make?"

"Not long. About half an hour. So, in about an hour Ron and Harry will be back to normal."

"An hour!"

"Yeah, it's the best we can do. So, I'll stay in here and make the potion. I suppose you'd better look after those two children and make sure they don't do anything stupid."

"Oh joy!" Ginny muttered, walking out of the kitchen. When she got back to the living room, Ron was making her Witch Weekly fly around the room like a bird and Harry was crawling around on the floor. When he saw Ginny come into the room, he smiled dopily, and crawled towards her.

"Hi!" he said. "I was looking for you!"

"On the floor?" Ginny asked, helping him up.

"Yeah. Ginny, I really missed you. I love you so much!" Harry started to kiss her and when he finally pulled away, Ginny raised her eyebrows.

"Your breath smells really bad," she said, finally. Harry started laughing.

"You are so funny!"

"OK, Harry. Let's sit on the sofa." She pulled him towards the sofa and he collapsed onto her lap as she sat down on it.

"You know we have a wedding tomorrow, don't you?" Ginny asked.

"Oh yeah!" Harry replied, still smiling. "Is it our wedding?"

"Not quite yet, Harry! It's Neville and Hannah's tomorrow. Then, in a couple of months, it's Dean and Luna's."

"Oh good! So Dean's not marrying you?!" Ginny laughed.

"Definitely not, Harry! There's only one guy I'm going to marry someday, and he's right...on my lap!" Ron had started imitating an aeroplane like a toddler as the Witch Weekly soared around the room.

"Why isn't it our wedding yet?" Harry asked, dozily. "I have a ring in my sock drawer upstairs!"

"You have a what?!" Ginny asked, abruptly.

"A ring," Harry said, very slowly and clearly, as if she were the one not in her right mind. "So, why aren't we getting married? Oh yeah! I remember now! It was because everyone was getting married or having a baby and I didn't want us to be another one added on to the huge list! So I was going to wait until it had all blown over to ask you! So, I just asked you to move here with me instead. But, you know what? It doesn't matter! I love you! That's all that matters!" And then suddenly, to Ginny's surprise, Harry got down on one knee.

"No, Harry!" she said, hastily. "You are not proposing to me when you're drunk! Ask me when you're sober! And, whenever you do it, I promise I'll say yes!"

"You'll say yes?" Harry asked. His eyes actually went focused for a minute.

"Of course I will!" Ginny insisted. "But just don't ask me now! Hold on a minute. I need to ask Hermione something quickly." She rushed to the kitchen. Hermione was bent over a smoking cauldron. The potion was mossy green and Hermione was stirring it deftly.

"The potion should be ready in five minutes," Hermione said. "Once it turns lime green, it's ready to serve."

"Cool," Ginny answered, distractedly. "Listen, can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, what?"

"When the guys take the potion, will they remember all of what they said and did when they were drunk?"

"It depends how much we've had to drink. Why?"

"Well, Harry just told me something quite important."

"What?"

"Well, he told me that he had an engagement ring in his sock drawer." Hermione stopped stirring the potion and looked at Ginny in shock.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "I mean, what if it was just something silly that he babbled?"

"I know, that's what I thought as well. I was going to Summon it, but I wouldn't know where to put it back. But, he was just about to propose to me just now! But I stopped him."

"OK, good. Let's go and check if he really has a ring, but we have to be quick. We can't leave the potion for too long." The girls rushed upstairs to Harry and Ginny's room. It still had all of Sirius's pictures on the wall.

"Which one is Harry';s sock drawer?" Hermione asked.

"That one by the mirror," Ginny said, pointing to it. They rushed to the drawer, opened it and searched thoroughly through all of Harry's socks.

"There's nothing here," Ginny insisted, not sure whether she was relieved or disappointed.

"Ginny, Harry's not stupid. He wouldn't just hide a ring under all his socks." She pulled out a pair of navy, balled-up socks. She opened them up and pulled out a tiny, black suede box. She opened it and there was a gorgeous silver ring with a huge diamond sitting inside.

"Well," Ginny said, breathlessly. "It looks like Harry was telling the truth!"

"It's huge!" Hermione said. "Can I try it on?"

"No!" Ginny exclaimed, snatching the box.

"Why not? It's not yours yet!"

"But we can't touch it! We know it's beautiful, now we have to put it back."

"Fine," Hermione agreed, reluctantly. "We'd better get back to the potion." Ginny put the ring carefully back into the balled-up pair of socks and into the sock drawer. When she joined Hermione in the kitchen she was poring the now lime green potion into two glasses.

"It's ready to be served," she said. She gave one glass to Ginny, who led the way into the common room. Ron and Harry were sitting on the sofa, laughing loudly.

"Ron," Hermione said, handing him the glass. "Here you go! it's a drink that Ginny and I made! It tastes really nice!" Ginny smiled encouragingly and gave Harry his glass.

"How come you two aren't having any?" Harry asked, taking his glass.

"We've already had ours in the kitchen," Ginny replied, taking a seat next to Harry. When they had drained their glasses, Harry and Ron kept talking noisily while Ginny and Hermione worked on a tricky crossword in Witch Weekly. But after a while, the boys' dialogue got quieter and quieter. Then suddenly, Harry came over and put his arm around Ginny's waist. She peered around.

"Hi!" she grinned. "You're sober now!"

"Yeah," Harry said, kissing her on the cheek.

"Finally," Ginny sighed. "At least you can act sensible now." She paused. "But your breath still smells." Harry laughed, as Ron came over to join Hermione. As they all chatted quietly, Ginny thought about all the exciting events of that night, particularly what Harry had asked her.