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And So I Did

Harry knew there was a lot to do before a wedding. He knew that everything had to be perfect. He knew that it was his job as best man to help as much as possible. And he knew that since the bride was also his best friend, he was supposed to help her too.

Even though he knew all this, he was really glad that he was sitting in his office at the ministry and not at the burrow. Kingsley had called him in. It had come at the perfect time. Hermione wanted help with the adjustments to her wedding dress. He shuddered at the thought of that.

He knew he shouldn't have been so happy to leave the chaos. And Ginny glared at him as he departed. He did feel bad about leaving her there. He knew she didn't enjoy it, but there was no logical way to get her out. Oh, well, he was going to be meeting Kingsley and Harvey in a few minutes. It was odd, Kingsley was coming to his office, and normally Harry and Harvey would get called to Kingsley's.

Romilda came into his office.

"Hi Harry, it's nice to have you back in the office."

"I have only been gone two days, and I will be gone another two. I'm only back for this meeting."

"I know, but it gets lonely without you here."

"Randle and Miles are here this week."

"I know, but neither of them are as cute as you are."

Harry couldn't think of anything to say to that, so he remained quite.

"Do you have a date for Ron's wedding?" She purred at him. Harry knew a trap when he saw one.

"Well, as best man, I am supposed to escort the Maid of Honor, so I guess I will be Ginny's date."

"You don't have to escort the Maid of Honor. You just have to dance with her for one dance. Then you are free to be with whoever you want."

Harry thought that even if that was the case, he wouldn't be with her. "Well, I haven't asked anyone and I am not going to. I am fine escorting Ginny."

"I am sure you are." Romilda muttered darkly. "Minister Shaklebolt is here for you."

"And you are just now telling me this? Don't keep him waiting." Harry demanded.

"I'm right here, Harry." Kingsley said from the doorway.

"Kingsley, sorry about the wait. Come in."

"Bye Harry," Romilda purred. "Kingsley."

"I prefer for ministry workers to call me Minister." Kinsgley told her sharply.

"Harry does it." She said defensively.

"Yes, well, Harry is my protégée and has a personal relationship with me that dates back to before I was Minister. You do not. Send in Harvey when he gets here." With that, he shut the door in her face.

"I am always taken aback when you throw your title in someone's face." Harry told him as he shook his hand.

"Yeah, well she deserved it. Although, I did enjoy watching her hit on you and how you just brushed her off. There was a time not to long ago you would have slept with her and then not called her again."

"No there wasn't. I knew her in Hogwarts. She tried to slip me a love potion. I don't think there would ever be a time where I would be interested in her."

"No, I guess not, but then again, you won't be interested in any witch that is not Ms. Weasley. Did she enjoy that you got back from your assignment early"

"Yes she did."

"Well, I hope you gave her a night like you gave her before you left. The scene looked like it was a female fantasy."

Harry just rolled his eyes at Kingsley.

There was a knock on the door and then Harvey walked in without waiting for an answer. He had a sharp chin and crooked nose, probably from being broken so often. His dark hair was showing signs of grey, but he didn't look old, just distinguished. They all exchanged greetings, then Harry started. "So what did you need to see me about?"

"Well, I thought you should know, Carrnon has resurfaced in Italy." Harvey told both Harry and Kinsley

"Really? How do you know that?" Harry demanded. He hadn't been able to catch even a slight wind on Carrnon

"Well, apparently he is not as capable at disappearing as we thought. He went out to pick up a witch."

"Idiot." Harry mumbled. "So, what's the plan? I can't go to Italy now. Ron and Hermione would kill me."

"That is what I wanted to talk to you about." Harvey said. "You are the leader of this team. I know you felt bad when the last mission went south. But I want you to lead this. If you can't go, who do you want to send?"

Harry stared at him. He knew he was the leader of the four of them. But being able to assist the department head with a decision affecting other Aurors was a huge step.

"Umm…Well I think we should send a group to track him like we did in Spain. Although, we should send two that are better trackers than I am."

"You are the best Auror. You know that." Kinsley put in.

"Maybe, but I know there are others who are better at being invisible than I am. I know there are others who are better at dueling than I am. I am pretty good at it all. But there is at least one different person that can beat me in each area. I think we should send Coalden. Maybe being able to turn into a cat will be an advantage in this. Also, I think sending Drett with him for back up would be good."

"I agree. It is nice to see that we are on the same page." Harvey told him. "What do you think Minister?"

"Sounds good. I think those two should be able to keep up with him."

"Alright, that's settled than." Harvey continued. "Let's go over the details of the case"

Harry was seated between Ron and Neville at the reception. It had been a hectic day. Between reassuring Hermione that everything was done and telling Ron he wasn't making a mistake, Harry wasn't sure how he made it through the morning without drinking heavily. But he had gotten through it, and had stood there as his two best friends made vows to each other.

He tried his hardest to concentrate at the wedding, but he couldn't help looking over at Ginny, who was standing on the other side of Hermione. She had looked so beautiful coming down the isle that Harry had to remind himself to breath. And as Ron and Hermione said their vows, Harry realized that he wanted to exchange those same vows with Ginny.

But he was at the reception now, talking with Neville while he ate his dinner, trying to keep Ginny out of his mind as much as possible.

Ginny was in about the same boat. She wanted to jump Harry when she saw him all dressed up. And she couldn't help but stare at him during the ceremony. Right now she was seated between Hermione and Luna at the head table. She couldn't see Harry because the table was strait. Maybe that wasn't a bad thing though. Every time she saw him, she got wetter. She didn't know if she would make it to the end of the night.

What in the world was wrong with her. Why couldn't she stop thinking about him? It's the sex, she decided. She sighed. That sounded bad even to her. She was falling for him. She was going to have to figure out exactly what she was feeling soon. She smiled and talked to some people who had come up to the head table.

Harry was trying his hardest not to be nervous. He knew most of the people here, so he shouldn't be. But he hated giving speeches. He stood up, and asked for every ones attention. When he got it, he took a deep breath and started the speech that he had been working on.

"Today we are all together to celebrate the love, sometimes the deep, deep down love, of Ron and Hermione. Most of you know me. You know that I have been friends with these two as long as they have known each other. I am sure they are both scared of the stories I could tell you all, and how well I could embarrass both of them, but I am not going to do that to them. However, you should know the story of their first kiss, so if you don't come ask me and I will tell it to you." He paused and looked at Ron and Hermione.

"I want you both to know, that I appreciate everything that you have done for me. Also, Ron. I know that you have many brothers, but you are my only brother and I love you. And as your brother, I would not have been able to pick a better witch for you than Hermione. I know that you will love and respect her for the rest of your life.

"Hermione, you are my only sister, and I love you. And as your brother, I would not have been able to pick a better wizard for you than Ron. I know that you will love him, and I know that you will make him the happiest wizard in the world.

"Here is to you two." He lifted his glass. "My two best friends who are now one. May you have a wonderful marriage full of love and joy. To Ron and Hermione."

This was fallowed by a chorus of Cheers as people clinked their glasses and drank to the couple.

Ginny sat there with her glass raised. She listened to Harry's thoughtful speech. She knew that those words meant more to Ron and Hermione than to anyone else at the party. But hearing Harry express his friendships like that, to two people he knows so well, had her heart jumping.

She realized it as Hermione was giving Harry a hug; she was in love with him. What she felt for him now made the love she'd had for the boy seem as pale and thin as morning mist.

A while later, she found herself dancing with him during the bridal party dance. He smelled so good, and he was smiling at her.

"Something's different in your eyes tonight." He told her softly. He didn't want anyone to over hear him.

"Yes, I am sure there is. I will tell you about it when we are alone."

"Really? And when will that be?"

"After Ron and Hermione leave."

"We can't meet somewhere sooner?"

"Not tonight, we would be missed."

"Okay, but as soon as they are gone, you are all mine."

She smiled at him as the song ended.

Harry was sitting at one of the round tables with George, Katie Bell, Oliver Wood, Angelina Johnson, and Alicia Spitnit. They were drinking a lot and talking about Quidditch and when they all played together. Harry was having a great time, but he always kept one eye on Ginny.

He saw her on the dance floor with Neville. His jaw clenched. He knew he didn't have to worry about Neville, but he couldn't help it. He took a drink and tried to concentrate on the conversation.

He spent the rest of his night talking with old friends and dancing with girls. He tried to keep it to girls that he knew, so Ginny wouldn't get the wrong idea, but sometimes one that he didn't know would ask him.

He danced with Luna three times because she was so entertaining. And he danced with Katie to two songs, before Oliver interrupted them to remind Katie that she was his date. Harry just laughed this off.

He also danced with Lavender, Parvati, Fluer, and Lisa. He was dancing with Victoire when Teddy Lupin cut in. He didn't know how he felt being replaced by a seven year old, but as his godson seemed to be having a great time, he didn't mind.

He talked shop with Randle and Miles, curses with Bill and even talked to Charlie about some dragons. But she was still on his mind.

He knew every time she smiled and every time she talked to someone. He knew every time some bloke hit on her. It was driving him crazy not to be with her. But he caught her eye and she grinned at him. And he knew that no matter whom they were dancing with or talking with right now, they would be each others soon.

Ron and Hermione left under firecrackers that George had set off. Harry wanted to grab Ginny and head back to his flat then, but he had gotten stuck. He was now sitting at a table with George, Lee Jordan, Oliver, Katie, Padma, Parvati, Lavender, Demeleza, Peeks, Coote, Ginny, Dean, Seamus, Luna and Neville. There were several bottles of Champagne on the table, and most of them were drunk already.

They were celebrating that the wedding had gone off without a hitch. And also it was an excuse to hang out with each other longer.

But Harry didn't want to hang out with them. He wanted his lover to himself. He sat at the table and tried to be patient. But Ginny looked so beautiful; he was quickly running out of patients.

Ginny was having the same problem as Harry was. She couldn't help herself; he looked so sexy when he laughed. And when he caught her eye, she grabbed her seat to keep her there. She wanted him, all to herself. Now!

"Well, I think I am going to go. It's pretty late." She told the table. This received some jeers from the guys.

"Are you heading back to the flat, Ginny?" Parviati asked her. "Or are you going to go meet your lover?"

Lavender and Padma laughed at this as Ginny stared at Parviati.

"What is this Ginny?" George asked her as the rest of the table looked at her.

Ginny didn't look at Harry, although she wanted to. "Well, I was planning on meeting him. It should be a fun night." She told Parvati, completely ignoring George.

"Okay then! Have fun tonight." Lavender smiled at Harry.

Harry stared at her. They knew, he realized. And they were teasing Ginny. Damn, now he was going to have to wait longer to get his hands on Ginny. It would look really suspicious if he left right after that conversation. He had to wait for some others to head out.

It was close to twenty minutes later when Harry finally walked into his flat. He hadn't even closed the door when Ginny jumped on him. He caught her as he started kissing her. He twirled her around and pressed her back to the door.

"Merlin I've been waiting all day for this. Now, Harry!" Ginny panted when she tore her mouth away. Harry mumbled something and waved his hand. Her dress vanished. He found her mouth again and the taste of her, hot ripe, flooded him, even as that tight, sexy body pressed and pumped against him.

More, his frantic brain could only think. More.

She arched and purred as his hungry lips fed off her throat.

His belly jumped when she dragged at the buckle of his belt.

She worked her hands between them, fighting to unbutton his shirt. Merlin, she wanted the feel him against her. The feel of him inside her.

Desperate, she pushed his hand down, held if trimly between her legs. Her head fell back, exposing the line of her throat to his lips, his teeth, her hips moving as she pressed his hand to silk and the heat under it.

The need for her was like a lightning strike to the heart.

He waved his hand again and her knickers vanished. Even as she let out a yelp of surprise he was plunging his fingers into the heat. He watched the shocked pleasure rush over her face as she poured into his hand.

"Don't stop." Her mouth was frantic and fevered under his and her nails scraped wickedly down his back before digging into his hips. She rode it, that wild whip of sensation that only Harry could give her.

She ground herself against him in urgent demand, and cried out when he drove, hard and deep, inside her. And still it wasn't enough. Her hips pistoned in a brutal bid for speed, she groaned her desire for it over the sharp sounds of flesh striking flesh.

He rode with her, in that fast, sweaty race toward release until his vision blurred and his blood screamed. Then drove them both, quivering, to the finish.

Her heart was still thundering when she dropped her head to his shoulder. He braced a hand against the door so he could remain upright.

He smiled at her when she finally was able to lift her head. "You know, if you just would have met me during the reception, it wouldn't have been so pent-up."

She laughed into his chest, "Well, if I had known my options at the time…" She trailed off as her mind came back to her. "You vanished my dress." She accused.

"I know, and your knickers. But I couldn't bring myself to vanish the rest of your underwear."

"What is with you and keeping me in bras and garter belts?"

"It's sexy." He shrugged when she stared at him. "Don't worry about the dress; it should be hanging in the closet."

"I thought you said there would be some champagne here?"

"And so I did."