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Ron wouldn't shut up about Ginny and Harry's engagement for the first week, but he soon had more to occupy his thoughts, George and Angelina were also engaged, and planning the wedding for as soon as possible. Mrs Weasley was run off her feet making plans and sending out invitations. The bride's parents were constantly over and Ron and Harry had to constantly think of new places to hide when they heard her coming. She was so stressed out about this rushed summer wedding that she had taken to lecturing them for just sitting in their bedroom.
"She's bloody mental," Ron moaned one day when they were hiding in the attic with the ghoul. "I wish George would put a body bind curse on her, at least she wouldn't be mad at us"
Harry laughed, but froze when he heard Mrs Weasley banging on the ceiling.
"I know you're up there" her loud voice came from the room bellow, "Get down here now, both of you."
Dreading their fate they stumbled back down to the room. She was lecturing them for a good half hour. Harry and Ron zoned out occasionally snapping out of it long enough to say "yes," "No" or "Sorry."
When she had finally finished she sent them out into the garden to do some De-knoming. George was out there sitting behind the garage. He laughed when he saw them.
"She caught you then, I've been hiding out here." He told them, grinning, "Mother Darling is making me dread my own wedding."
Laughing they got to work. George even chipped in, throwing one into Ron's face.
That night Harry lay awake. All this fuss being made about George's wedding was making him worry even more about his and Ginny's. He wasn't sure he was ready for it. He had finally gotten used to not being in the spotlight permanently, that he wasn't sure that he wanted to rush into all this fuss about His and Ginny's union. He had tried not to think about Molly Weasley's reaction to Harry, who was already like a son to her, becoming an actual member of the family.
When he did finally drift off to sleep, his dreams were troubled and disturbed. He kept seeing their wedding day being ruined by reporters, with Rita Skeeta in the front, making up some of her Rubbish.
The next morning he sent an owl off to Ginny. There was nothing special in it, only a few lines about life at the burrow and a final line telling her how much he loved her. He felt he had to send it. She was the most perfect thing about his life, so he thought he should tell her.
He looked at the owl Ginny had given him, who he had decided to name Marlow. As he was tying the letter to her leg as she screeched happily. He was growing ever fonder of her, but he still missed Hedwig terribly. They had been through so much together, he couldn't see himself ever getting as attached to Marlow.
As the weeks passed Molly was getting ever more stressed out. Harry was glad he had the distraction of Auror training to offer him an escape. Poor Ron had no escape, and worst of all, had to go through it on his own. Molly had started lecturing him about turning down all these brilliant job offers.
Sorry I haven't written in a while. =s been revising. It's a bit short but I hoped u liked it =] thanks for the reviews =] your all Rule =]