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It had been about a week since Harry had gotten out of the hospital, and Hermione had returned to her parents house for a while (she would be coming back a few days before the wedding). It felt very strange not going to Hogwarts, or having anything to do. The adults- that now, sadly included Fred and George- would often leave to work on something or another that had to do with the Order.
Mrs. Weasley had been very anxious lately, because Bill and Fleur's wedding was in a week. She had been seen running around the house muttering strange things like, "Cake. Got to buy a cake." What at first had started out as a small wedding was now very big and expensive, as Fleur's parents were French, and had a lot of money.
The wedding would occur at a large Hall, where Mr. And Mrs. Weasley had been married, though their wedding had been much smaller. Ginny and Gabrielle were both going to be bridesmaids and for the best man Ron had been chosen, as Charlie had refused to do it, and Fred and George definitely could not be trusted. Percy hadn't even been mentioned, and was invited to the wedding, but no one really expected him to show up.
Ron was not particularly pleased at this, because it meant having to be told what to do all the time and he had to be measured over and over again for his dress robes.
Harry decided to talk to tell Ron his plans. He went up to the room that they now shared in the attic and saw Ron sitting on his bed reading a book on quidditch. "Hey, Ron, I decided that after the wedding- Ron grimaced at the word- I am going to go to Number 4 Privet Drive for the last time, and make sure I didn't leave anything there.
Ron looked up startled. "You're not going to stay there though, are you?" he asked.
"No, no," Harry assured him. "I just have to go back one more time."
"Okay," said Ron understanding. "I think it might be best if you didn't tell mom though. She's worried enough about the wedding as it is. You can just go and me and Hermione will cover for you."
"Thanks, mate," said Harry nodding. "So," he said ginning and changing the subject, "what's up with you and Hermione?"
"What are you talking about?" asked Ron looking down at his book and turning the color of a red tomato.
"Come on mate, you can't think I'm that stupid," said Harry grinning.
"Well, what's up with you and Ginny?" asked Ron changing the subject.
Harry shrugged. "We've decided to be friends for a while."
"Is that why you've been meeting every night for the past week in the garden to snog?" asked Ron smugly grinning.
It was Harry's turn to turn red. "How did you know?" he asked Ron.
"Didn't Ginny warn you that the last two steps creak?" questioned Ron grinning.
Harry shook his head and laughed. "Okay, okay. We're sort of more than friends."
"Fine, then me and Hermione are also sort of more than friends," responded Ron.
"Ron!" came Mrs. Weasley's loud voice from downstairs, "we need you so that we can check that your dress robes fit you, one more time."
Harry laughed as Ron smacked himself on the head with the book he had been reading. Ron exited the room.
A few minutes later Mrs. Weasley came up the stairs. "Ron!" she yelled walking into the room.
"Oh hello, Harry, dear. Have you seen Ron?" she asked him.
"I thought he said he was going downstairs to check on his robes," said Harry.
"Well, he never came down. Come to think of it I haven't seen Hermione ever since she got here either," said Mrs. Weasley.
"Hermione's here?" asked Harry.
"Yes, she got here about ten minutes ago."
Harry tried to hide back a smile. He was pretty sure he knew where Ron was.
"Well if you see him, tell him to come downstairs," said Mrs. Weasley.
Harry nodded and after she left, decided to go see if he could find Ginny.
He walked into her room and stopped. He saw her sitting on her bed, next to another guy who looked about her age.
"Ginny?" he questioned. "I thought you loved me," he said hurt.
Ginny opened her mouth.