Chapter 15! It's been waaaayy too long since I uploaded. Almost 2 months! Sorry to the people who have been waiting, and I know this isn't that long of a chapter, but hopefully I can make chapter 16 about hopefully 5,000 words. That is, if I remember to actually write XD. I think I said this before, but I want to try to make a schedule so I'm not uploading ecery day for one week, then nothing for a few months. But, I really hope you guys enjoys this chapter, and remember to review, favorite, follow, and all that good stuff! Now, onto Chapter 15!

Chapter 15:

Ginny and Harry were sleeping in their bed, neither of them clothed or awake. They had a wonderful wedding reception, ignoring the comments from Aunty Muriel, and everyone enjoyed the wedding. Once it was around midnight, Harry and Ginny left, saying goodbye to everyone. Once they had arrived home, they had started their "intimate" night together, doing a lot more then kissing.

Ginny had awoken, warm and wrapped in Harry's arms. She opened her eyes, turning over to face Harry. She smiled and snuggled into his arms more, waking him up.

"Good morning, my beautiful wife." His green eyes had blinked open, grinning ear to ear. She grinned at him and kissed him.

"I'm so happy we left the wedding earlier than planned." Harry laughed.

"I'm pretty happy also." She looked at him and pulled him in for another kiss. She flipped, her above him, and she lent down to kiss him again.

"We should probably get up, we wouldn't want to miss our flight." She kissed him again, but they eventually got up, getting ready and grabbing their bags to head to the airport.

"So, we have to go to gate C2, and we'll be flying first class." This was Ginny's first time on a plane, and she was really excited. They soon boarded, and the plane rose off the ground, flying them off to Rome. She had sat near the window, afraid and excited at the same time.

"So it doesn't fall out of the sky?" Harry nodded, smiling at his wife. The rest of the plane ride had been enjoyable, as Ginny had been awake and immensely interested in the plane.

"Wow. These muggles are pretty smart." Harry stifled a laugh as people across the row looked at them funny. They arrived in Rome within 3 hours, and the first thing they did was check into their hotel.

"Harry, it's beautiful here!" Ginny was excited to go and explore the new city, but wanted to spend every moment with Harry.

"You know, we're here for two weeks. That'll give us plenty of time to," He paused, pulling her close to him, looking her in the eye with a look that basically made her melt.

"Explore." He finished, and she started to laugh.

"What?" He looked at her grinning.

"The smooth guy style isn't you." They both laughed, finishing with a kiss.

The first week passed quickly, as they had been exploring, shopping, and dining out at the most expensive restaurants and clothes stores. Harry had wanted Ginny to have the best, and she got just that. The second week came, and Ginny didn't want her vacation to end.

"It's so beautiful here." They were standing on the balcony of their hotel, it overlooking the city and facing towards the sunset. Harry stood behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist. The wind was blowing slightly, and the sun had cast a perfect light on her.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you." He smiled, and held her closer to him.

"I love you too."

Back in London, Hermione and Ron had not been having as good a time as Harry and Ginny. Ron was right, Hermione said to him after the wedding that she would like to get married at some point. Ron had looked at her with a "you're kidding, right?" look on his face. She frowned, and that's when the fight started.

"Hermione, I'm not ready to get married yet." Ron had picked up the argument from the day before. They had been fighting about it for over a week, and even though she tried, Ron wouldn't drop it.

"Ron, I told you to drop it. I'm not ready to get married yet either. I just said at one point, it would be nice." Ron tilted his head, unsure of whether or not the argument was over, but said nothing else, and finally dropped it. She had been staying at her parent's house until she could find an apartment. Ron already said that she could move in with him, as she had been cleaning his apartment for him. She said no, and told him that he needed to start cleaning his own apartment.

"Ron, what about this place?" She showed him the listing, a flat in London, and he huffed.

"I don't know why you won't just move in with me." She rolled her eyes.

"Because, I want to be by myself for a while." He frowned.

"By yourself? What does that mean?" She looked at him.

"What? It means I want to live by myself." He was starting to get angry, his ears turning red.

"So does that mean you're going to be by yourself with living or with everything?" She frowned, standing up from where she was sitting.

"Now what does that mean?" He stood up, raising his arms.

"Does that mean you want to be alone, without me?" She rolled her eyes again.

"This is just a miscommunication." He looked taken aback.

"This conversation or us?" She looked hurt.

"Ron, you're twisting my words." He shook his head.

"Well, the message is clear." She picked up her stuff and left, without another word.

Harry and Ginny had nice flight home, Harry loving the excitement on his wife's face when the plane took off. They arrived home in the middle of the day, excited to see their friends and family, but also excited for what was next in their lives.

They walked into their house hand in hand, Harry dragging their suitcases in. Ginny turned and smiled at him.

"I love this house." He grinned at her, setting the suitcases down.

"I know. That's why I picked it." She smiled again.

"You know what the best part is?" He wrapped his arm around her waist.

"What?" She grinned with a sly look.

"We don't need to see anyone until tomorrow." She looked at him with excitement in her eyes, and the rest of the day was spent doing, "personal" things.

The rest of the week was spent hanging out with friends and family, trying to find out what was wrong this time with Ron and Hermione, and getting ready to start their new business.

"Did he hurt you?" Hermione huffed, annoyed with Ginny asking her questions for the tenth time that week. She, Harry, and herself had been getting everything set up, meeting with the goblins a few times and sorting out their starting investments.

"Ginny, I'm just fine. Please stop asking me. We need to get stuff sorted out." Ginny looked taken back by the sudden harshness in her tone, but left it and they continued their work. Harry hadn't been getting involved, not wanting to cause problems. They trio worked for a few hours, until Snowstorm arrived with a letter.

"Who's it from?" Ginny ask, sitting next to Harry. He opened it up and read out loud.

"Harry," Ginny pointed at the signature.

"It's from Hagrid." Harry looked at her.

"That's good, but can I read the whole letter?" She rolled her eyes and waved for him to continue.

"Harry,

How 'ave you been? I had a great time at you're an Ginny's wedding. I was wondering if you four would be able to come an see me? Would be great to catch up on things. Well, I'll talk to you more later.

Hagrid"

Ginny and Hermione listened. Hermione looked at Harry.

"Well, we can't say no." Harry furrowed his brows, thinking back.

"Where was he?" The girls looked at him.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

"Well, we hadn't seen him the entire time we were at Hogwarts." Ginny nodded.

"He did come to our wedding though." Hermione nodded, thinking back.

"He was just busy." Harry wrote back with their answer, saying they would meet him in Hogsmead in a week.

"Should we tell Ron?" Hermione made a fist and looked back at the documents. Harry and Ginny looked at each other.

"What did he say this time?" Hermione huffed, standing up and quickly sorting the papers out.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow. Dad must be getting worried." Harry stood up.

"Hermione-" She put her hand up and walked out the door, leaving. Ginny looked at Harry.

"What the hell did he say?" Harry put his hands up, walking back to the living room and where their almost finished work was. He sat down, picking up where he left off.

"Harry, go talk to Ron." Ginny's voice was stubborn, and he decided to comply so they didn't need to fight. He sighed, stood up, and left. Ginny had a fire in her, which was part of why he married her.

"Ron?" Harry knocked on the door and waited. He heard movement inside, and the door opened. He was unshaven, smelly, and his flat was a wreck. His eyes were bloodshot, and his shirt was full of stains.

"Ron, are you okay?" Ron turned around while waving him in. Harry winced at the odor of the area, and tried to hold his breath while he followed him in.

"What the bloody hell is up with you? And why is your place like this?" Ron groaned, and picked up a bottle. Harry snatched it out of his hand, reading the label.

"Really? Why are you drinking this?" He placed the bottle of potent liquor down on the table. Ron snatched the bottle back up, taking a swig.

"'Mione left again." Harry nodded.

"Yeah, I know." Ron laughed, taking another swig.

"Said she wants to get married." Harry huffed, already knowing the story before it was told.

"Did she say she wants to get married soon?" Ron looked at him.

"Well, no but-"

"So what did you say that made her leave?" Ron stood up.

"I'm not ready to get married!" Harry just looked at him, and Ron saw the annoyance growing in him.

"Ron, did you tell her that?" Ron nodded.

"What did you say after that?" Ron huffed.

"Well, I asked her why she wasn't living with me. She said she wanted to be alone. I asked her what that meant, and yeah, I guess I got a bit mad. So she told me it was just a miscommunication. She obviously meant we were a miscommunication." Harry looked at his friend, trying not to laugh at his stupidity.

"Ron." Ron looked at him again.

"Go take a shower, clean this place up, and go tell her you're sorry for getting mad." Ron frowned, starting to look angry.

"I'm not going to apologize for something she said!" Harry chuckled, putting up his hands.

"You're such a twit Ron. Stop fighting over every little thing with her and you'll be happy." Ron turned around, walking into the kitchen.

"What do you know about that?"

"Well, I'm the one who just got married." Ron sighed, and walked into the bathroom.

"Bye Harry." Harry walked out, and apparated home.

"Well?" Ginny was waiting on the couch in their living room, all of the business paperwork put away. She stood up, and he walked over and wrapped his arms around her.

"I think I got through his thick skull to stop fighting over every little thing." She smiled and kissed him.

"Well, I think now that we can stop worrying about if they're okay, we should worry about if we are okay." Harry cocked his head.

"Hmm?" She had a sly smile on her face as she kissed him again.

"You know what I mean mister."

The four friends apparated to Hogsmead, arriving early to their meet up.

"Wonder what's had Hagrid so busy?" Hermione thought out loud.

"Probably another half giant brother." Ron answered, smirking. Ginny frowned at him.

"Ron, don't be mean." Ron huffed, looking at his feet and mumbling under his breath. Ginny raised her eyebrows.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Thought so." Harry and Hermione gave a small laugh, as Ginny rolled her eyes at them.

"Where did you say he was meeting us?" She asked after a bit of walking.

"Hmm. He said the Three Broomsticks." She nodded. They arrived and took a seat inside. They ordered some butterbeers, Ron getting some firewhiskey. Harry frowned.

"Ron, you've been drinking an awful lot lately." He waved it off.

"Don't worry Harry. S'not like it's gonna kill me." Hermione frowned also.

"Yes it can." He looked confused.

"Really? Eh, I'm not drinking that much." She shook her head and looked at Harry. He shared her look, but just shook his head, taking a sip of his drink that had just arrived. They were half way done with them when Hagrid arrived, ecstatic to see them.

"So glad to see you four again." He sat down, ordering a drink.

"So, how have you been since the wedding Hagrid?" He smiled.

"Great. You know how things are. Me an Olympe got back together. I mean, we wern' really together, were we?" He was smiling non-stop.

"That's great Hagrid." Hermione smiled at him, Ron rolling his eyes.

"So how 'ave you four been?" Harry answered first, cutting Ron off.

"Great. We're all good." Hagrid frowned, but left it. Ron huffed.

"So how are you an Hermione doin' Ron?" Ron smirked, but answered politely.

"We're all good." They all talked for about an hour more, before Hagrid had to go back up to the castle.

"It was really great seeing you again Hagrid." Ginny said. Hagrid nodded at the four of them, smiling sadly and tearing up.

"You four 'ave really grown up aven't you?" They all smiled.

"Yeah. I guess we are a lot different from the day we met you." Tears started to fall, so he wiped them and tried to pull himself together.

"I better get back to the castle before I start blubberin. I hope to see you again." They finished their goodbyes and paid their bill and headed off, apparating back to Harry and Ginny's house. Sitting at the table, Harry started to talk.

"So Hermione, have you found a place to live yet?" She glanced at Ron, but shook her head.

"Well, I've been looking through the houses I own, and I have a place a town over from here." She perked up, looking quite interested.

"You want to see it?" She smiled and nodded excitedly. The four of them went outside into the back garden, Ron side-along apparating with Ginny, and Hermione with Harry. They appeared in front of a beautiful two story house, a big oak tree in the front lawn. The stone path leading up to the dark colored house complimented it nicely, and Hermione was instantly in love.

"Harry, it's beautiful!" The four of them went inside, Hermione taking Ron to explore the house.

"I knew she would love it." Ginny said smugly. Harry laughed, kissing her. When she was done exploring, they all sat at the kitchen table.

"You like it?" She smiled.

"Love it."

"Would you like it then?" She looked taken aback, obviously knowing that yes, she was going to get it, but the way Harry was offering it was like he was giving it away.

"How much would it cost?" He smiled.

"Hermione, if you want this house, I don't want you to buy it from me. I'll give it to you." She frowned.

"But Harry, you could get a lot of money for this house." He waved her off.

"I already have a lot of money. Really though, do you want it?" She smiled and nodded. He made the paperwork appear in front of them, and she signed the house to her ownership.

"So it's mine now?" He nodded. She squealed excitedly and hugged him.

"Thank you Harry!" Ron had been watching this entire thing, and he coughed loudly.

"So you have a place to be alone now. Happy?" Ginny huffed.

"Ron, be happy for your girlfriend." He rolled his eyes, but did hug her. They stayed a bit more, Hermione excitedly exploring the house a bit more, before they all left. Ginny and Harry apparated to their house, while Ron apparated to his flat. Hermione headed to her parent's house to tell them about her house.

"Do you think they'll be alright?" Harry looked at Ginny, cooking dinner while she sat at the table.

"Who?"

"Ron and Hermione. He doesn't seem happy that she has her own place." He looked down at the food he was cooking, smiling.

"They'll be fine. He's just a bit thick headed. Always afraid she's going to leave him." She cocked her head.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because he doesn't think he's good enough for her. He thinks that she'll realize that when she's living alone and break up with him for good." She frowned, thinking over what he said.

"If we were them, I would've forced you to realize you were good enough for anyone ages ago." They both laughed, before enjoying the rest of the evening with no worries.

"You found a house?" Hermione had just told her parents about her new place.

"Can we go see it? It isn't too late now, it's only five o'clock." Hermione smiled.

"Sure. I know you guys will love it." Within a half an hour, they were standing outside of the house.

"Oh, it's so beautiful!" Mrs. Granger said, looking up at the house.

"I know mom. Wait until you see inside." They had walked around the house, Hermione showing them every room.

"When are you, um, moving?" Hermione thought about it.

"Soon. It's not like I don't love living with you guys, it's just, I want to start living on my own soon." They smiled understandingly.

"We know. We can help you move your things if you would like." She smiled and nodded.

"I don't want to move just yet. Maybe in a few weeks if that's alright with you." They hugged her.

"That's fine sweetie. But, just a question, is your boyfriend moving in with you?" Hermione shook her head.

"He has his own flat. He isn't moving in any time soon I suppose."