My mother and Hermione came over to help me plan the wedding. I told them there was no chance in hell that I was wearing my mother's old dress. She got all sniffy and turned away from me. She said it was like turning my back on my family heritage. I then said that if I wanted to turn my back on my family I would just not invite them. Then she completely flipped out and said people like me should not have a wedding. What the hell does that mean? Her dress is three sizes too big and, in all honesty, in piss ugly. It is puffy with frills and lace. Ugh. I refuse to wear it, the fact the she wants me to literally hurts me. She threw her book at me.

I followed mum into the kitchen pleading with her to hear me out. She shook her head dozens of times before I just walked back into the living room.

" Ginny, you can not just walk out on me when we are in the middle of a discussion," mum said angrily.

" I was the one speaking. You wouldn't listen," I said incredulously.

" Nonsense. Tell me why you don't want to wear my dress," mum said clasping my hands.

" Its very, very ugly," I said. She dropped my hands and got all sniffy again.

" Hermione would have worn my dress. Only, she's allergic to lace," mum said pointing at Hermione. I raised my eyebrows.

" Lace huh?" I asked. She had now turned pink and was looking down at her hands.

" Yes, she cant go within twenty feet of it. She gets very sick," mum explained.

" Hermione?" I asked turning to her smiling sweetly. " Aren't your curtains lace?"

Hermione glared at me for a moment then turned to my mother. " I-"

" Yes?" mum asked angrily folding her arms.

" Your dress is really ugly," Hermione finished looking down at her hands guiltily. " Oh, also I am carrying your grandchild."

" Ginny!" mum said throwing her hands up.

" What?" I asked staring at her.

" This is all your fault!" mum said stalking back into the kitchen.

" My fault?" I asked loudly. Then I frowned. " How?"

" Just wear my dress!" mum wailed.

" No, I cant. I'm allergic to lace," I said biting my lip and playing with the fringe on my shirt.

Mum snarled and slammed the kitchen door. I turned to Hermione who looked horrified.

" Lace?" I asked raising my eyebrows. " That is an all time low. Especially from you. I can not believe you would lie to my mother like that!"

" Oh, little miss 'I had sex in my bedroom while my parents listened to the radio' has something to say?" Hermione asked spitefully.

" Ooh! I swear to god, you say that again and I'll kill you and your unborn child. I'm kidding jeeze chill," I added after she plucked her wand out. " I'm not going to kill you. I really don't feel like it. There would be the whole getting up and getting the wand then coming back and having to build up enough hate to do the curse then I have to drag your body out. Let me tell you, you don't weigh what you used to. That in a whole, could be an entire days work just dumping your body."

Hermione glared at me. " Are you saying I'm fat?"

" Yes," I said and she flung a pillow at me. It hit my cup and splashed hot tea allover my shirt, and my couch. I was popping mad and started yelling really loud. I am pretty sure I am going to have a burn there.

" Ginny what is it darling?" mum asked quickly running into the room. She glanced at me covered in tea and most of all my couch covered in tea. " What happened to your couch?"

" Hermione flung a pillow at me," I snarled going into the kitchen to wipe it off my shirt. Hermione followed looking very upset. I don't think she was sorry though. Whatever like I even care that she ruined my couch and left my scarred. I really don't give a chipmunk. I told her so.

" So you are really not going to wear my dress?" mum asked seconds later.

" Mum, I love you but that is a real ugly dress. This is my wedding day and I will not let you try and run it. Ok?" I asked still wiping my shirt clean.

" Fine," mum said angrily. " For the love of god use your wand!"

She whipped hers out and magicked my shirt clean. I smiled at her but she was still angry.

" So Hermione, find out what your having?" I asked trying to change the subject.

" Yes," Hermione said like there was more.

" Well?" I asked. Mum had stopped huffing and leaned forward.

" Oh, we're not telling people," Hermione said with a small smile.

Mum and I exchanged exasperated looks and went back to chatting. Mum seemed to completely forget about the dress thing. For now.

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When Harry arrived home there were papers scattered all around the room. I smiled and lifted some of my sketches so he couldn't see.

" What, may I ask, is all this?" he asked trying to find a place to lay his briefcase down.

" You know, this and that for the wedding," I said vaguely. He shook his head with a sarcastic smile.

He made a grab for a paper and took it from me.

" Positions for the Wedding Night," Harry asked with a smirk. I couldn't help blush, that was one of the things he wasn't supposed to see. " Well, we have done at least three of these." Harry was now dancing out of my reach as I made to grab them back from him.

" Harry just-" I said nearly falling over a chair.

" I say we try this one," Harry said with a smirk. I looked at the paper and inched towards the bedroom.

" Race you," I said and ran into the bedroom.

A/N I know short and boring but I am kinda lost for a plot. I'll have another chapter either today or tomorrow.