Chapter 5-More Wedding Plans
Harry and Ron spent the days after Harry's wedding, watching the girls plan Ron's. Hermione wanted her dress to be traditional white, and she wanted to have a Muggle wedding ceremony, with the Minister of Magic as their Minister, though. The only magic in the ceremony would be when the Minister declared them bonded for life. That meant Ron had to wear another tuxedo. He still didn't understand them, so Hermione had to explain them more.
"Ronald, tuxedos consist of a dress jacket and a pair of dark dress pants that usually have a silk stripe down the side. The colors are typically dark blue or black. You either wear a tie or a bow tie. They are usually only worn for formal or semi-formal events. That includes a wedding."
"Well…I still don't totally understand them. Why don't they just wear dress robes?"
"Well, tuxedos are the Muggle form of dress robes. You know Muggles aren't magic, so they can't wear dress robes. They would think you were crazy if you wore that to one of their weddings."
"True…but I think that we should wear dress robes."
"Ronald…"
"I know, I know, you don't have to say it. You want a traditional Muggle wedding. I understand, honey."
"Honey?" Hermione asked suspiciously. "Since when have you called me honey?"
"Since right now. Don't you like it?"
"Yeah, I think I do, honey."
"Yes, I think I'm on her good side now." Ron whispered to Harry. Unfortunately Hermione heard him.
With all of the pregnancy hormones running through her she immediately blew up at him. "RONALD BILIOUS WEASLEYAFTER EVERY SINGLE COURTEOUS THING I'VE DONE FOR YOU AND YOU THINK YOU HAVE TO GET ON MY "GOOD SIDE"! WELL I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU! YOU CAN SLEEP AT YOUR HOUSE TONIGHT OR AT LEAST ON THE COUCH, BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT SLEEPING WITH ME!"
Ronald took a pinch of Floo Powder and threw it into the fire. The flames turned green and he cried out, "The Burrow!"
When Ron left, Hermione started crying. "Harry was I too harsh? Did I do something wrong? Should I go and talk to him? Should I just give him time to cool off? Oh, Harry, what should I do?!" Hermione wailed. "I'm so confused."
"I think you should go and talk to him. You need to apologize and say that he's always on your good side, even if he annoys you to death."
"Okay, I'm going to go talk to him now. Thank you, Harry." With that, Hermione took a pinch of Floo powder and threw it into the fire, saying very clearly, "The Burrow."
Mrs. Weasley rushed to the fire to see who was coming to her house unannounced. It was obviously someone friendly, because they were included in the allowed people when the wards were set up. Landing very carefully, a somber-faced Ron walked out of the fire. "Hi, Mom, I'm probably staying here tonight. Is my room available?"
"Yes, Ron, it is. Why are you staying here tonight?"
"Oh, its nothing really, I made Hermione a little mad."
"What happened?"
"I really don't want to talk about it."
"Okay, but Ron, you know I'm always willing to talk if you'd like me to."
"I know, Mom." With that, Ron walked up to his old room, flopped down on the bed, and started crying.
"My, my, my," Molly Weasley muttered to herself as the Floo activated for the second unannounced time, "the Burrow sure is busy today."
"Hi, Mum. Where is Ron?" Hermione asked, taking off her shoes next to the fireplace.
"He's in his room, dear. What happened between you two anyway?"
"Oh, I just got mad over nothing, really. I'm going to go talk to him."
"Okay, good luck, dear."
"Thanks, Mum." With that, Hermione walked up the stairs.
Ron heard a sweet, soft knock on his door, which he recognized as Hermione's. "Come in," he called into his pillow.
To Hermione all she heard was, "'um 'n." which she interpreted to be come in. She quietly opened the door and softly padded over to the bed in her bare feet. "Ron, will you look at me, please?" she asked softly.
He turned and looked up at her. She noticed his bloodshot eyes and immediately realized he had been crying. "What do you want, Hermione?"
"Ron, I'm so sorry for blowing up at you!" She said, starting to cry again.
"Hermione, its okay. It was my fault in the first place. Please don't cry, you know I hate to see you cry. I still love you." He said, pulling her small body into the protection of his, allowing her to sob into his chest. "Shh, baby, its okay." He whispered into her ear, hoping to comfort her.
"R-Ron, I-I still l-love you too an-and I want y-you to know t-tha-that you n-never have t-to get on m-my "g-good s-side" be-be-because I'll a-always love y-you no m-matter what, even if y-you annoy t-the heck out of m-me." Hermione spluttered out.
"I'm never going to purposely try to annoy the heck out of me, and if I ever do, you can hex me into oblivion. Now stop crying, baby, because I hate to see you cry."
"I know you do, but I just can't seem to," she said still sort of crying. He held her for a few minutes before she stopped crying.
"Now, do you want to stay here tonight or do you want to go back to Potter Manor."
"Let's stay here, Ron. I'm tired, so can we take a nap?"
"I'd love a nap right now, with you in my arms, and my baby inside your stomach."
"I'd love that too." And with that, Hermione and Ron fell asleep on Ron's small bed at the Burrow.
A surprised Mrs. Weasley walked into Ron's bedroom, wondering why it was so quiet. When she noticed the two of them on the small bed she muttered a spell to enlarge the bed and the room, and then another spell to cover them up. She then turned and softly closed the door.
Harry was waiting for Hermione and Ron to come back to their flat, but after a few hours, after Ginny had fallen asleep, he picked her up, set her carefully down in the back of his car, and using a spell to absorb bumps, he drove her home to Potter Manor.
When Harry got home he opened his door and the backseat door closest to Ginny's head, and he slowly and softly planted a gentile kiss on her lips. Her eyes fluttered open and returned the kiss just as gently. Harry whispered to her after they had pulled away, "Honey, we're home."
She slowly stood up and stretched, wincing at the pain in her sore muscles. Harry carefully picked her up and carried her inside. He laid her on the bed and went into the bathroom. Ginny suddenly heard the sound of running bathwater, realizing he had drawn a bath for her. Suddenly the bathwater stopped running, and Ginny assumed that the Jacuzzi tub that was located in the master bedroom was full. Harry came back in and carried her to the bathroom where the Jacuzzi was full and steaming, and the jets were going. To top it all off there was rose petals covering the floor, making a bath mat for when she got off, candles lit around the tub and bubbles.
"Harry this is amazing! You didn't have to do all this for me."
"I know but I noticed that you winced when you got out of the car, so I ran a hot bath for you to loosen up your muscles."
"This is why I love you, Harry. You go way out of your way, just for me."
"Call me when you're done and I'll give you a massage."
"Okay, I will." Ginny said, as she undressed and got into the steaming hot water.
An hour later, Harry heard Ginny's soft voice calling for him. She was sitting on the bed wearing just a tank top and booty-shorts. Harry sat down behind her and started rubbing her shoulders. Ginny shuddered at his touch. After about a half an hour of massaging, Harry noticed Ginny's breathing slowing down so he placed a soft kiss on Ginny's cheek, and laid down adjusting Ginny so that she was curled up in a ball on his chest.
She slightly shifted, sighed, and fell into a sound sleep. Harry laid there for a little watching Ginny sleep, and then he stared up at the ceiling and fell into a restless sleep.
Ginny woke up at about 3:07am that morning. She got up to get a drink, forgetting that she was the only reason Harry didn't have nightmares. Immediately, a nightmare flooded his vision.
Harry heard segments of Voldemort's voice playing through his head.
"There is no good and evil. There is only power…and those too weak to see it."
"Dumbledore has been driven out of this castle by the mere memory of me!"
"You're dead, Harry Potter. Dead."
"You're a fool, Harry Potter. And you will lose…everything."
"I must be the one to kill Harry Potter, and I shall be."
"If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one. I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste... I command my forces to retreat immediately. You have one hour... I speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you... I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour."
"One of us? You think it will be you, do you, the boy who has survived by accident, and because Dumbledore was pulling the strings."
"They do not call me Tom anymore. These days I am know as Lord Voldemort."
"How did you escape with nothing but a scar, while Lord Volde–."
"Harry, wake up! I'm so sorry I forgot that your nightmares never stopped. I shouldn't have gotten up."
"Ginny, baby, its okay. There's no need to get worked up over this. It was nothing big. Trust me, I'm fine."
"But...you had a nightmare, and it was all because of me!"
"Ginny, I promise you I'm okay. Now just come back to bed. Its only 3:24, we can go back to sleep."
"Okay, as long as you're fine. I hate to see you hurt."
"Ginny, I am fine. You have nothing to worry about. Now come here and go back to sleep."
Ginny walked over to Harry and curled up on the bed next to him. She felt the tension leave his body and she fell asleep. Harry heard Ginny's soft, steady, slow breathing that indicated she was asleep. He pulled her close, hearing her shudder, then sigh, then fell asleep himself.