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You Have A Girl In Your Bed

"HARRY!"

The scream came ripping through the morning silence of the flat. Harry jumped out of bed, had his wand in his hand and was heading for the door before he realized that he wasn't wearing anything.

"HARRY!" The high pitch voice rang out again. This time, since he wasn't sleeping, he realized whose voice it was.

"Just a moment, Hermione, I'm coming." He called through the door as he put his wand down and went to get some pants to throw on.

He opened his door just as she was about to. He looked at her surprised. Hadn't he told her he was coming?

At that moment, Ginny rolled over in their bed, still fast asleep. Thinking that Ginny could sleep through anything, he stepped out of the bedroom and shut the door.

He yawned and stretched and then headed into the kitchen to start coffee. "What is it, Hermione?" He asked as he stifled another yawn.

Hermione, however, didn't answer. He turned to look at her to see why. She had one eyebrow raised at him in a very questioning manner. He did not like that look on her at all.

"What?" He said defensively.

"You have a girl in your bed." She told him.

"I know, and I was holding her until you so rudely woke me up." He turned back to measure out his coffee.

"Is that Andrea? Oh good, I have been waiting so long to meet her. Go wake her up."

"No."

"Oh, come on Harry. I really want to meet her. I don't know why you have been keeping her from me."

"Can't imagine why." Harry muttered under his breath. "So, why are you here so early, Hermione?"

Hermione glared at him for changing the subject or, more likely, what he had muttered. "I was wondering if Ron was here."

"He's in the guest bedroom." Harry told her as he flicked his wand at the coffee pot and it started. He then went to get out eggs. "Do you want some breakfast?"

"Sure, that would be great. I'm going to go wake up Ron." And with a glance at Harry's bedroom door, she went off to the guest room while Harry was left to wonder if it was all Weasley's that could sleep through that yelling.

Ten minutes later, Hermione and Ron came back into the kitchen. They were holding hands, so Harry figured they had worked out their argument from the night before. If he had to guess, he would bet that Hermione is going to see Krum and Ron still doesn't get to say anything about it. But that would just be a guess, an educated guess from many years of experience, but a guess nonetheless.

Harry was standing over the stove watching the eggs and sausage cook.

"Mornin." Ron mumbled to Harry as he fell into a seat at the table.

"Mornin." Harry answered back. Hermione went and got plates to set the table for breakfast. "You'll need four of those." Harry told her as she placed three plates on the table.

"Oh, right." She said, and then turned to Ron. "So did you get to meet Andrea last night?"

"What? Andrea? Oh, no, I didn't get to meet Andrea last night." Ron told her with a pointed look at Harry.

Hermione missed this because Dunstan had just flown in with that morning's Daily Prophet. "Oh, she's here, in Harry's bedroom. Did you know? It looks like we are finally going to get to meet her." Hermione looked up and smiled at Ron, who didn't know what to say.

"Umm, Hermione," Harry started slowly. "That's not Andrea in my room."

"What?" Hermione raised her voice at him. "I thought you were exclusive with her. When did it end? Why didn't you tell us? Who is in your bed? "

"Yeah, Harry, why didn't you tell us?" Ron told him pointedly.

"Oh, yeah, about that…" Harry rubbed the back of his neck.

"What is it Harry? You always do that when you are nervous." Hermione told him sharply.

"Or trying to get out of a lie." Ron added, and Harry glared at him.

"Well, you see, I haven't really been dating Andrea. Ever. Actually, I don't even know an Andrea, I sort of, well, made her up." He finished lamely, as he turned back to the stove to check on his food.

"What do you mean you made her up? Harry, what is going on? Why would you do something like that?" Hermione demanded of him.

Harry turned around to answer her, but just then, Ginny came into the kitchen wearing a pair of sweat pants and one of Harry's old t-shirts. "Morning," she grumbled as she fell into the chair beside Ron at the table.

"Good morning, Ginny. We were just talking about Harry and Andrea. Did you know he made her up?"

"What?" Ginny looked at her very confused. She was not yet awake enough to understand what Hermione was saying.

"And where did you come from. I thought Ron slept in the guest room. Did those two make you sleep on the couch? They can be such…" She trailed off with a look of understanding and surprise. "You two." She said, pointing between Harry and Ginny. "You've been with Ginny this whole time." She demanded of Harry. "And you didn't tell us?" She was yelling now.

Ginny and Harry looked at each other. Ginny shrugged, she was still to asleep to deal with this.

"One of you better get talking now." Hermione demanded of them.

"Well you see." Harry said. "Ginny and I have been dating since your wedding. Would you like some juice, Hermione?" He offered in hopes of keeping the yelling to a minimum.

She ignored that and started yelling. "Since our wedding. Since our wedding! Harry James Potter, what do you mean by this? How did this happen? And why didn't you tell us?"

"Well, Hermione Jane Granger." Harry started in a mock Hermione voice. "It means Ginny and I are together, dating, shagging and everything else that goes along with it."

Hermione just stared at him. And then turned on Ron. "You knew about this!" She demanded of him.

"What…no, Hermione, I found out about it last night." Ron said, pleading with her, trying to avoid another fight.

Hermione reluctently sat down at the table since the food was ready. She was giving Harry a look that he was trying his hardest to avoid. He knew she was mad at him for not telling her. But he was hoping that she would lighten up a bit and be happy for them. Merlin knew that she would bring this up everytime she could use it for her advantage for the rest of his life.

Hermione finally turned from Harry and looked at Ginny, her lips twitched up a little at how happy her friend was. "Harry has been the reason you have been so happy lately?"

"Yeah. He's the one that's really good in bed."

"Sitting right here." Harry yelled, turning bright red, the same time Ron yelled "EWWW!"

Hermione and Ginny just ignored them. "This is great. Oh, this is wonderful. I'm so happy for you two."

"Thanks Hermione." Ginny told her as she and Hermione both grinned at Harry. Harry had a feeling that Ginny had told Hermione about her nighttime activities with her mystery man. He was going to have to talk to Ginny about that.

They each continued eating their breakfasts. However, Harry noticed that Hermione kept smiling at him and Ginny. This just reminded him of why they hadn't told anyone, although it was nice that he was able to hold Ginny's hand.

After they had all eaten and Hermione started clearing the plates, Ron remembered something from last night. "So Harry, what is it that you said Ginny would want to tell me this morning?"

Ginny froze and turned to Harry. "You said I wanted to tell him something." She demanded of him.

"No, I said you would want to be here. We need to tell them, Ginny. It's not fair to them not to." Harry reasoned with her. "Plus, they can help."

"Help with what?" Hermione asked them as Ginny glared at Harry.

"I asked Ginny to marry me last night." Harry told Ron and Hermione.

Ron turned to Ginny. "And you said yes?" He demanded of her.

"Of course she said yes." Hermione told him. "They wouldn't be together this morning if she said no."

"Yes, I said yes. Harry and I are getting married." Ginny told her brother.

Hermione let out a loud cry. Harry wondered what it was with that news that made the female population shriek. Hermione grabbed Ginny's left hand to inspect the ring. Ginny just laughed at her.

"Well?" Harry asked of Ron when Ron just continued staring at Ginny. Ron looked at Harry, smiled, and then gave him a hug.

"Congratulations." Ron told him. Harry couldn't help but grin back at him.

"So when are you going to have it?" Hermione asked, but continued on without waiting for an answer. "You'll have it at the Burrow of course. Oh and when are you going to tell the rest of the family? They are going to go crazy."

Ginny shot Harry a look at this. Their plan seemed so good last night. But if Hermone's reaction is anything close to what her mothers will be, she doesn't think that her beach wedding will happen.

"No, Hermione." Harry said firmly, stopping Hermione from going into full wedding mode. "We are not getting married at the Burrow, and we are not going to tell the family for a while, so just relax."

Hermione did not relax. "What? Why aren't you getting married at the Burrow? And why are you not telling the rest of the family?" She demanded of them.

Harry walked over and put his arm around his fiancé. Ginny smiled up at him a small smile. Then she turned to look at Hermione. "Well, we don't want a big, fancy wedding. We don't want to have to plan one, and we don't want to deal with the fan fair that it would evoke."

"You can't elope." Ron told them. "Mum would murder you."

Hermione was just staring at them in disbelief.

"We're not going to elope." Harry told Ron. "We are going to get married on Grand Cayman in two months."

"And not telling anyone? That's eloping, Harry." Hermione told him.

"We are going to tell everyone. Just not until we get to Grand Cayman and it is all planed."

"Oh, I see." Ron said. "We will all be there for vacation. That works." He smiled at Harry.

"You can't do that." Hermione continued though. "Mum will have a fit that you planed a wedding without her."

"Well she will just have to have a fit then. It is what Harry and I want. I would love for you to do me the honour of being my Matron of Honour and helping put it together." Ginny asked Hermione.

Hermione did exactly what Ginny had hoped it would. All thoughts of Harry and Ginny planning a secret wedding flew from Hermione's heand and once again, she threw her arms around Ginny and squealed. "Of course, of course, of course." She then proceeded to drag Ginny out of the kitchen to talk about the upcoming wedding.

Harry turned to the sink and waved his wand. The dishes immediately started to clean themselves.

He finally turned to look at Ron. "Are you mad?"

"No, why would I be mad?"

"I didn't tell you."

"Yeah, you could have given me a heads up."

Harry wiped off the table while Ron watched.

"So," Harry started when he was done with the table. "Do you want to do the best man thing?"

Ron looked at him. "Are you sure you want to marry her?"

"Of course I'm sure." Harry told him baffled.

"You do know about her temper, right?"

Harry smiled at this. "Yeah."

"You're crazy then. Alright, I'll do the best man thing."

They grinned at each other. Then Hermione called them into the other room.