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Wedding Planning (or not…)

Harry wasn't sure how he expected Cat to respond to the proposal. A kiss, or tears, or something of the kind, he supposed. What he didn't expect was for Cat to pick up her handbag and whack Charlie round the head with it, screaming at him for "Making me worry for a week, Charlie Roger Weasley! A whole bloody week!", and "proposing just before your about to leave! What kind of women do you take me for!" and for being "an inconsiderate imbecile, not thinking about anything except trying to make life some smushy movie!"

Dodging blows from the handbag and fist heading his way, Charlie stood up and wrapped his arms around her. She managed to get out, "You're a real prick you know," before their lips collided and they kissed.

Once they separated, Cat grinned and told Charlie, "Your wedding suit better expose your tattoo sweetie, I didn't go with you to get it so you could hide it."

It was only the fact that her second eldest had just got engaged that obviously stopped Mrs Weasley from screaming at him for getting a tattoo. Maybe she and Cat weren't so different after all, Harry thought.

He and Ginny spent the morning together, catching up on everything and relaxing more with each other. Now that they'd fully accepted that they had discovered their soul mates in each other, they had begun to spend all their time alone together talking in parseltongue. This was mainly due to the fact that only one of Ginny's protective older brothers spoke the language and they had enough blackmail on him to stop him from telling the others what they discussed.

On their way back to the house, Harry pulled Ginny to a stop when he heard slightly raised voices in the kitchen again. Motioning the door, and ignoring Ginny's bewildered expression, Harry placed his ear at the keyhole and listened unashamedly. Ginny, once she realised the situation, quickly followed suit.

"Look, I'm really worried, OK." Cat's voice was urgent and slightly hushed.

Charlie's voice quickly answered. "Are you sure the spells fading?"

Cat's voice was now annoyed and slightly raised. "Of course I'm sure, every time I get pissed off my hair bushes up and turns red and my eyes flash green. Are you telling me that's normal?"

"Of course not," Charlie replied, obviously trying to sooth his fiancée. However, his next words were suddenly accusatory. "Wait a minute, how do you know? Oh Catherine … you didn't…"

"It was only for a second," she protested, though it sounded very defensive. "I just wanted to know what he was thinking."

"You have to tell him soon Cat, what if he works it out on his own? Do you realise how betrayed that will make him feel?"

"It told you, I'm easing into it." This conversation was obviously familiar to the pair. "I promised you I'd tell him before the wedding didn't I? I do want him to give me away."

"If you think you know best." Charlie replied, though his tone made it clear that this was far from over. "Just … tell him soon alright. He really has been through more than enough."

"Look, I promised your mum I'd help with working out the date and stuff. How do you feel about a month?"

"A month what?"

"A month till the wedding silly. Oh, and by the way, Mummy wants to meet her little Charlie-Warlie to talk about his tattooey-woowie."

"I am NOT a mummy's boy."

Their argument got quieter as they left the kitchen. Ginny met Harry's eyes and she hissed at him in parseltongue, "What was that about?"

Harry had no answer. He knew that something about that conversation should trigger something, but he didn't quite know what.

They followed the engaged couple into the Living Room and grinned at each other when Mrs Weasley grabbed her second eldest son by the ear. "Now you show me that tattoo right now Charles Weasley, or I'll…"

"Fine," Charlie grumbled, pulling off his jumper. There on his shoulder was a golden snitch with feathery wings that looked caught in flight. "There, my tattoo. And before you go on and on about it, remember that Cat has four."

Mrs Weasley's lips were pursed disapprovingly, before she turned to Cat. "And, you, young lady, show me yours."

Cat gladly obliged, though, once she was done, she propped her gaze to the floor, obviously prepared to be told of.

She wasn't at all disappointed. Harry actually thought he'd forgotten how loud that woman could yell! Ginny was obviously enjoying every moment of her brother's embarrassment. It only increased her enjoyment when Mrs Weasley turned to leave the room. Because when she opened the door, it became obvious to the occupants of the room that Ron and Hermione had been kissing against it. Ron may have been much taller than his mother, but by the end of her rant, he looked smaller than Harry had ever seen him.

Poor Hermione was bright red by the end, particularly as Harry and Ginny's shoulders were shaking pretty much continuously throughout the speech in silent laughter. Once she'd finally calmed down, she left to the kitchen so that she could make the dinner.

Harry was actually rather glad that she'd got it out of her system, she hadn't blown up at anyone in a while and he knew that the longer between blow-ups, the more extreme the blow-up when it came. The same was not only true for her, but for any woman he had ever met, including everyone form Aunt Petunia to Professor McGonagall to Hermione.

His thought's, as the discussion turned to what everyone had done that day, turned back to that conversation in the kitchen. He knew something of it should be ringing some bells, but, for the life of him, he just couldn't work out what. His thoughts suddenly turned back to that day he and Cat had been talking outside, about Sirius. What she'd said … it had been almost exactly what he'd thought when she'd asked him if there was anything more to discuss.

But what did that have to do with the rest of the conversation? And if he was the 'he' they'd been talking about, what was it that he was going to be told before Cat and Charlie's wedding?

A/N: I know, I know. I'll try to update sooner... So...What do you think?