Chapter 2

The great Harry Potter was bored. Absolutely, positively, impossibly bored. He lightly drummed his fingers on the table in front of him and wondered when this torture would be over. How could this happen to him? He was Harry Potter dammit, and should not have to endure such boring activities.

If you are wondering what our favorite hero is doing, well here it is. He was planning a wedding. Ginny's wedding. And to be brutally honest, he was NOT enjoying it AT ALL. Who knew that his best friend's wedding could be so boring? Ginny was wonderful in Harry's opinion, and Draco was tolerable, so what was the problem?

Draco is so bloody excited about his wedding, that Harry felt like he was going to explode at any given moment and Avada him. It was always "Look at this, Ginny!" and "what type of tablecloths would you like, darling?"

To be quite fair, no one would be better suited for Ginny but Draco. Sadly, at this point in time Ginny is probably considering calling the whole thing off. She was slumped in her chair, twirling her engagement ring around and around on her finger.

"What about this tablecloth?" asked Draco excitedly, leaning towards Ginny and pointing to an arrangement of cloth in a wedding magazine. Ginny couldn't help but roll her eyes at Harry, making him snort in amusement. Draco noticed this, and he decided to take action.

"Love," he whispered into Ginny's ear, his lips brushing up and down her jaw. "Will you answer me?" Ginny's eyes fluttered shut and soon she and Draco were having a full make-out session RIGHT IN FRONT OF HARRY.

"MY EYES!" Harry suddenly screamed, turning his head away. "OUCH! MY EYES ARE BURNING!" Ginny and Draco broke apart, and both of them had tears running down their cheeks because they were laughing so hard.

"You should have seen your face!" laughed Ginny happily, making Harry laugh along with her. "Your face was beet red!"

"Now, now Love," chastised Draco, "don't embarrass the bloke. What did he ever do to you?"

"Don't make me start," teased Ginny, sticking her tongue out at Harry.

"Hey!" protested Harry, feeling embarrassed and insulted at the same time. He decided it was time to go. "Sorry, you two, but I have some business to attend to," Harry stood up from the table and walked out of the small café, smiling to himself as he saw Draco continue to pour over the wedding preparations.

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Ron Weasley and Hermione Weasley were sitting in their living room when Harry apperated onto the couch. Reaching down, he scooped up a small girl with honey blonde hair and put her on his lap.

"Hey baby," Harry whispered to the girl, and she cooed in response. "Thank you again for looking after my daughter," he said to his friends.

"No problem, mate," replied Ron, and Harry flooed home. He placed his daughter in her playpen and searched for his wife.

"Luna!" he called, looking around hopefully.

"Yes dear," she replied, "I'm in the kitchen! Have you picked up Bethany yet?"

"I have," Harry said, walking into the kitchen and saw Luna waving her wand around frantically.

"WATCH OUT!" screamed Luna, pushing Harry out of the way.

"What is the matter?" Asked Harry, his eyes twinkling.

"The Fiddlewigs! Keep Bethany away from the Fiddlewigs!" Harry came around and grabbed Luna's wand gently.

"Don't worry," he said, "I'll keep Bethy safe." Luna had always seen and heard things that other people couldn't. She had had an unstable upbringing after her mother died, and her father had made up mythical creatures and stories about them for Luna.

Beth began to wail, so Harry hurried into the living room and picked her up. Beth had honey blond hair, and piercing green eyes. She was Harry's pride and joy, and was already 2 months old.

"Luna, I have a business deal with the Weasley twins in a few minutes. Here is Bethy, she was fed a few minutes ago, so don't worry about that." Harry passed Luna the baby, gave her a quick kiss, and hurried out the door.

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Fred and George were in the back room of their store. It was decorated expensively, but somehow it managed to mock all aristocratic wizarding homes. There were elaborate fountains, lush carpets, rich curtains, and hand stitched tapestries. All of these things were either an odd colour, or hinted that rich people were idiots. The Weasley twins were rich, and they knew that. Apparently, they both thoroughly enjoyed being "idiots."

Sipping Firewhiskey, they waited for their partner-in-crime. He apperated next to them a few short minutes later, a grin on his face.

"Sorry I'm late, mates," he said, "I had some trouble with the wife." The twins nodded, and then smiled.

"Do you have any ideas?" They asked together, and then pulled out a piece of parchment. "We want this prank to be big, and to look as innocent as possible."

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