That night, Ginny Weasley stood on her balcony, in her perfect dress, holding a glass of Firewhiskey. In exactly three weeks, it would be her hen night. And on this very hour, in three weeks time, she would be thinking about how she would be getting married tomorrow. Sometimes, she wanted those three weeks to fly by, so that she could get married to Harry as quickly as possible. Other times, it seemed positively ludicrously that she could plan almost an entire wedding and a honeymoon in three weeks. At least hermione would be planning her hen night. She had asked Hermione to be her maid of honour several hours ago. Now, at this very moment, Hermione was dancing with Ron in the living room, very drunk. It was so hot in there; there were so many people. Ginny just had to get some fresh air.

"Hi Ginny!" Ginny turned around and saw Luna coming towards her with a glass of tonic water in her hand.

"Hi Luna! How is the party in there?"

"It's very hot. I just wanted to get some fresh air."

"You and me both."

"I heard that you asked Hermione to be your maid of honour."

"Yeah, just a few hours ago. And I also have a question to ask you. Luna, will you be one of my bridesmaids?"

"Oh, yes I'd love to, Ginny! Thanks for asking!" Luna lifted her arms to tie up her hair, and Ginny caught sight of a silver bracelet on Luna's wrist. It looked very familiar, but Ginny couldn't place where she'd seen it before.

"Who are the others?" Luna asked.

"Lavender and Fleur."

"You asked Fleur?"

"Yeah, well, I was a bridesmaid at hers, so."

"That's nice of you. Oh, wait, Ginny, is it alright if we meet for lunch at two o' clock tomorrow instead of one because I have an appointment with my gynaceologist at one o' clock tomorrow."

"Yeah, OK. But why are you going to see a gyneceologist?"

"Oh yeah. I'm pregnant."

"You're what!?"

"I'm pregnant. That's when a woman is carrying a child in her womb due to the fact that-"

"I know what pregnant means! It's just that, what!? Since when?"

"Dean and I found at the end of our honeymoon and we went to see a doctor in Venice and he told us that I was pregnant. Lemon wedge?"

"So why didn't you tell anyone?" Ginny asked, refusing the lemon wedge, still in shock.

"It just slipped my mind," Luna said, simply.

"It slipped your mind that you are carrying a child!?"

"Well, I have been quite busy! I've been very busy writing a letter to try and persuade the brand backing up Discoveries Today that it is a positive thing that we have worn out all their supplies and spent all their money in order to prove that the Crumple-Horned Snorcack does indeed exist, and have accomplished nothing."

"Right. Well, good luck with that! Anyway, congratulations! Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?"

"No. Dean doesn't want to know. But I do. So, I have a plan."

"Oh?"

"Tomorrow afternoon, I will slip my gynaceologist, Mark Stebbings, some Veritaserum and I'll ask him what the sex of the baby is. Then afterwards, I'll use the Confudus charm on Dean so that he'll be convinced that Mark hasn't told us the sex of the baby and he will be in the dark."

"I see. So where are you going to get Veritaserum from?"

"Easy. Harry's in Auror training. I'll just ask him. They are sure to have some Veritaserum at the Ministry."

"But Harry's not allowed to remove any of the potions. He's not actually an official Auror yet. His final test is next week."

"Oh. Well, in that case, new plan. Neville is the new Herbology teacher at Hogwarts. I'll simply ask him to go into Snape's old store room and get me some Veritaserum."

"That's a plan. Or you could just wait nine months to find out the sex of the baby like Dean and save yourself all the hassle." Luna stopped to consider this.

"Alright. I can't be bothered to go through all that anyway." Ginny laughed.

"Why can't three weeks go by quickly?" she asked herself aloud, as everyone laughed at a joke someone had told inside.

"Oh they will, trust me. A month before my wedding I thought it would drag on, but it felt like I blinked and the days were just gone."

"Is married life hard, Luna?"

"Well, I've only been married for nearly two months. And for two weeks of those months I was on my honeymoon. But so far, I love it. I've never been happier."

"Were you nervous before your wedding?" Ginny pulled out her wand and made some Firewhiskey shoot out of her wand and into her glass.

"Of course I was. But it was a good sort of nervous. Like the way you get before a Quidditch match. Don't worry, Ginny. You're going to be alright. I know it."

Suddenly, Ginny remembered how she recognized the bracelet.

"Luna!" she said, pointing at her wrist. "Is that the bracelet that Dean gave me for Christmas in sixth year? The one that I hated?"

"Oh yes," Luna said. "You gave it to me after you and Dean broke up. I told you that I thought it was a remarkable work of art, and as I recall, you said that you thought it like clumps of parrot droppings sewn together."

"Oh," Ginny said, reminiscing fondly. "I remember that. But it really suits you though. It just didn't go with my hair and skin tone."

"Ah. That makes sense." Ginny sighed deeply.

"I love him so much, Luna."

"I know."

"I really hope that I can be a good wife to him. He deserves it."

"Of course you will! So, Ron's his best man, I assume."

"Yes. Dean and Seamus are the groomsmen and Teddy is the ring-bearer." Ginny drained her glass of Firewhiskey in two seconds.

"Ginny, don't worry. It's just three weeks. They are going to fly by. You'll see."