When Harry and Ginny arrived at the Burrow, they were greeted with the customary kisses and hugs from the family. Angelina and George were there, as well as Bill and Fleur, Hermione and Ron, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and Charlie and Percy. The majority of the attention was on Hermione and Ron.

"Oh, zis eez wonderful!" Fleur cooed, kissing them both on the cheeks. Harry looked and Ginny and winked, and she giggled. Despite Ron and Hermione's relationship, it was still hilarious to make fun of his old crush on Fleur.

"Atta boy Ron... Finally came to your senses!" Bill interjected.

"Ron's getting married- eew..." George pretended to be disgusted, and Angelina slapped him on the arm.

"Shut up, you prat!" Ron defended.

Harry laughed.

The meal was served soon, and they all settled down at the crowded table, chattering happily.

"We were thinking of getting married soon," Hermione said. "There's really no reason to wait, and neither of us wants a long engagement."

"Yeah," Ron added. "And not too many people either. Basically just you all, and a few friends."

"Neville and Luna, obviously," Hermione continued.

"Dean and Seamus," said Ron.

"Ooh, but if we invite them, we have to invite Lavender and the Patil twins." Hermione clicked her tongue.

"And if we invite them-" Ron started.

"Then everyone will hear about it, and be offended!" she finished.

"Exactly."

"So what are you going to do?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"Maybe we'll just keep it really small. You all, Neville, Luna, Hagrid, Andromeda and Teddy, my parents of course, Aunt Myriel-" Ginny giggled, and Ron's ears turned red. "But I feel like we're leaving so many people out," Hermione said.

Mrs. Weasley smiled at her. "Don't worry, dear. You don't have to plan everything today. We can start next week, or whenever you like."

"Start?" asked Hermione in surprise. "Oh, no. I've thought this through completely already. This is about the fourth time we've rehashed the guest list. I've already contacted a minister, called a pianist and decided a date." She blushed. "Well, we have anyway. But it can all be changed, because we want you all there. I couldn't get married without any one of you here."

Mr. Weasley patted Hermione's hand. "That means a lot, Hermione. When were you planning to get married?"

"October 5th. That gives us a bit over a month, and not enough time for the whole press to get a hold of it and get us bombarded by photography."

After the final battle, it seemed like Ron and Hermione were as famous as Harry for awhile. It had died down, but they had considerably more attention on them now than before.

"That eez perfect!" Fleur exclaimed. "I will 'elp you, 'ermione. I theenk, for you, that peenk roses are perfect!" She clapped her hands together. "Where will you be getting married?"

Ron answered this time. "We're not sure yet, and we don't want to put anyone out. But we were talking, and thinking that there wasn't a place for us to marry besides here, at the Burrow. If that's alright with you, mum."

"Of course it's alright, Ron dear. I would be offended if you chose anywhere else!"

By the time Harry and Ginny left two hours later, it seemed like half the wedding had been planned.

"Now why couldn't it have been like that for us? With our wedding it was always, 'how many of this?' or 'what color for that?'" Harry sighed, shaking his head.

"Yes, but the end result was the same: we were married, and they will be, too."

"True... but you know how much we both hate pre-planning things."

"And Hermione loves it. Maybe we should have switched weddings... Nah. I wouldn't change anything."

They spent the rest of their day outside, taking a long walk and enjoying the warmth. Summer was almost over, and soon the leaves would be turning orange and the air would be turning cool.

"It still feels strange, even after all this time. It's almost September, and I keep thinking it's time for me to go back to Hogwarts," Ginny said. "September's always been Hogwarts month. Even when I was really, really little, Bill was going to Hogwarts in September. So now, with no one going... it feels strange."

"Don't put it past Hermione to go back again."

"Really, Harry!"

"I know what you mean. I really miss that place... It's no fun to get in trouble in London. Because then you get in real trouble. I wish I had just a normal year to goof off."

"Yeah, you were always kind of busy, weren't you? Saving the world, and all that?" She spoke offhandedly, and laughed. "Still. It all paid off."

They made it back to Grimmauld place when it was nearing dark. They ate dinner early, and retired to bed early as well- though sleeping was not on their minds. At midnight, they finally fell asleep entangled together.

Meanwhile, at Shell Cottage...

Fleur sat in the bathroom alone, her heart pounding. Could it be? She asked herself. Could I really be... pregnant?

She held up her wand to her abdomen, and muttered an incantation. A puff of colored smoke flew out of her wand, confirming her thoughts.

"Bill! Bill, come quick! I 'ave something to tell you...!"