On Saturday morning, the day of Harry and Ginny's engagement party, Ginny was looking at her dress again. If she felt like this about this dress, she wondered how she would feel once she found the perfect wedding dress?"

Crack.

"Hi!" Hermione said, jauntily. "It's pouring with rain outside! Oh my! Is this your dress for the engagement party?"

"Yep," Ginny replied, lifting it up to show her. "It's nice, isn't it?"

"It's lovely! I love the material! Did you see Harry's suit for the wedding?"

"Yeah, it's really nice. I had no idea he had such a good eye! It makes me even more freaked out about not finding a wedding dress yet!"

"Don't worry. Finding a wedding dress is a lot harder than finding a suit. Anyway, I brought you some more bridal magazines."

"Oh, thank you!" Ginny said, taking them from her. She began flicking through one. "Oh, who's that? She's really pretty!" She pointed to a tall, blonde woman.

"That's Elle Macpherson," Hermione replied.

"Who?"

"Elle Macpherson. She's a Muggle supermodel and designer. And an actress as a matter of fact."

"Wow."

"I wonder why she's in a bridal magazine. I don't think she designs wedding dresses."

"She's modelling one for..Versakky."

"Versace. Anyway, I'm so sorry that I couldn't go to the caterers with you, Ron, Harry and Lavender yesterday. I had a meeting at work."

"Oh no. That's fine."

"Can I see the menu?"

"Yeah, sure." Ginny walked towards her bedside table and rummaged in her handbag. Then, she pulled out a white, laminated card very similar to the invitation samples, and handed it to Hermione, who read it thoroughly.

"Banana and Honeycomb Cheesecake!" Hermione exclaimed, suddenly. "My favourite!"

"I know," Ginny said, amused. "Ron said yesterday."

"I bet Ron enjoyed himself," Hermione said, giving Ginny the menu back.

"Oh, he enjoyed himself alright! I've never seen him so happy! Apart from when he's with you obviously. And just because he saw food! Honestly! So are you guys still staying here all day?"

"Oh yeah! I even brought my dress for later on tonight! How are you by the way? With all that's been going on lately, I haven't really asked what's going on with you."

"I'm fine. Always busy, but fine. I love planning this wedding. It just brings me closer to the fact that I am getting married to Harry."

Hermione and Ginny talked for a bit and then went downstairs, Ginny carrying a notepad and pen. They saw Ron in the living room reading Witch Weekly intently, with a cup of coffee in his hands. There was a very pretty girl on the cover and underneath her was a caption saying, "When you know your man is lying". Hermione giggled loudly and Ron dropped both the coffee mug and the magazine.

"Reparo," he muttered, pointing his wands it the broken shards of china on the floor. "I was just reading my horoscope," he said, his face flushing.

"It's fine, Ron," Ginny said, although she had to bite the sides of her face to stop her from laughing outside. "There's no law that says a man can't read a magazine."

"Yeah," Ron said, clearing his throat. "So where did Harry go?"

"He went to drop Teddy back at Ted and Andromeda's," Ginny replied. "He should be back soon. So what do you guys want to do today?"

"I don't know," Hermione said, collapsing beside Ron on the sofa.

Crack. Harry materialized in front of the three of them.

"Hi," he said. "Well, Teddy is back at Ted's and Andromeda's."

"Oh good," Ginny replied. "Now, Harry, I could really use a male pair of hands to make sure everything is in order for the engagement party. Can you please tighten the drainpipes in the bathroom. I noticed that it was making a water stain in the corridor ceiling below."

"Sure, Harry said, throwing his jacket on to the sofa beside Ron. "I'll take a look at it."

"Thanks," Ginny said, ticking it off a list on her notepad. "What?" she added suddenly, as Ron was looking at her with an incredulous expression on her face.

"I think there's been a slight oversight!" Ron said. "Why didn't you ask me to check out the drainpipes? I've been here for ages!"

"Sorry, Ron! But I've been asking Harry to look at the drainpipes for about a week. But don't worry! Hermione and I have some other jobs for you to do!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, of course. Now, the first one is napkin folding duty." Ron's smile fell dramatically.

"Napkin folding duty?" he asked, disbelievingly.

"Yep. And then there's silly string spraying. And finally, we need to do the food shopping."

"Errm, Ginny?"

"What?"

"Why have you only given me girly jobs?" Ginny scoffed.

"For goodness sake, Ron! Stop being such a baby!"

"I am not! Hermione, tell her!" At that moment, Hermione was on the sofa studying the Witch Weekly that Ron had been reading moments before.

"Oh," she said, stopping halfway through an article about a 26 year old woman called Irene Jones and her traumatic experience; getting a bikini wax. "I really don't want to get involved in a...ermm...in a...family argument. I'll be reading this."

"No!" Ginny exclaimed. "Hermione, wait! Can you please tell your boyfriend that he's being a ridiculous baby!"

"Hermione," Ron started, trying hard to control his temper, although he was going redder by the minute. "Can you please tell my dear little sister that she's being incredibly unreasonable!"

"What's that, Harry?" Hermione called suddenly, dropping Witch Weekly. "Yeah, OK, I'm coming!" And with that, she rushed out of the room.

"Ron," Ginny sighed, exasperatingly. "Honestly, what do you want me to do?"

"I want you give me a more manly job!"

"Like what? Shifting beer barrels?"

"You know what I mean! You've given Harry a handyman job and I'm Little Miss Daisy folding paper napkins!"

"OH FOR GOODNESS SAKE, RON! WILL YOU GET OVER YOURSELF! IT IS MY ENGAGEMENT PARTY! STOP BEING SO BLOODY IMMATURE!" There was such a silence after this that you could have heard a pin drop.

"Wow," Ron said, quietly. "I woke the beast."

Ginny gave a deep sigh. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm really sorry. I'm just really stressed. I shouldn't have flown off the handle."

"No," Ron insisted. "I'm really sorry, Ginny. It's your party, I'm just being a pain. I was out of line and I'm sorry."

"Me too." Another long silence followed this. "Wow," Ginny breathed.

"What?" Ron asked.

"It's just that, we've grown up a lot, haven't we?"

"What?"

"Well, a few years ago, we would still be flaming right now, wouldn't we?"

Ron laughed. "Yeah, I suppose so. I'm really proud of you, Ginny."

"I don't think I've ever heard you say that!" Ginny said, laughing.

"That's because I haven't!" Ron replied, joining in the laughter. They heard footsteps above, and soon enough, Harry and Hermione had joined them. They had obviously heard the laughter and concluded that the coast was clear.

"So," Ginny said, turning back to her list. "Harry have you done the drainpipe?"

"Yep," Harry replied. "All taken care of."

"OK, then. In that case, Harry can you please go on napkin folding duty now? And Ron, can you please fix the loose floorboard in the other living room. We don't want our guests to fall through the floor." She winked at Ron as she said this.

"You want me to fold napkins?"

"Yes please," Ginny replied. "Preferably in the shape of swans."

"Seriously?" Harry asked, in the same disbelieving tone as Ron had.

"Yes, seriously," Ginny said, her voice hardening. She glared at Harry. "Will that be a problem?"

"No," Harry replied, hastily. "Not at all. So where are those napkins?"

"The cupboard next to the biscuit cupboard in the kitchen," Ginny answered, her expression softening at once. "Works every time!" she whispered to Ron and Hermione as Harry walked out of the room to begin the tedious job of folding paper napkins into swans.