Ginny slammed the door behind her with a loud crash, making the walls of the flat shake. One of the photos that hung on over a stand fell to the floor with a smash. Ginny couldn't be bothered with it at the moment, she would deal with it later. Right now she needed to let off some steam.

'And really, isn't that something a fiancée was suppose to help with,' Ginny thought as she made to the kitchen, where the only light in the house was glowing. 'They were supposed to love, cherish and help let of steam, in whatever way their fiancée needed.'

The closer she got to the kitchen, the more noise she picked up over the blood pounding in her ears. Two low voice, one with a slight slur.

The sober voice, the one she recognized to be Harry, was speaking as she reached the door jam. Harry was using the tone one would use when explaining something to a child. "Ron, you're being ridiculous and honestly a little stupid."

Her anger was quickly replaced with curiosity. Harry rarely used that tone, only when he was talking with Teddy, baby Victoire, or when someone was acting like baby Victoire. Why would Ron be in that bad of a way?

Leaning against the door frame, Ginny took in the scene. Harry and Ron were sitting at the small round table that was positioned in the corner of the room. Harry had a butterbeer in front of him, while Ron had a glass of firewhisky. Ron's head was slumped on the tabletop, while Harry patted his back.

Harry suddenly turned up to look at the door, like he could sense her presence. She only raised a brow to inquire what was happening at their table. He rolled his eyes in response. Ron started muttering under his breath. She could only catch a few distinct words such as "Prat" "Pressure" and her personal favorite "Fuck".

Ginny figured she could play this out two ways. One: leave, go listen to a game on the wireless in the living room, and let Harry deal with Ron. Or option two: Sit down and help her poor older brother.

The former did have its merits. It would be just what she needed after the day she dealt with. Oh, just the memory alone of the day she had was exacerbating. But Ron was her brother and sibling loyalty and all that. Besides if he was drunk enough he might give her some potential blackmail.

"Well isn't this a lovely sight to come home too," Ginny spoke over Ron's quiet muttering. "My dear brother drunk as a skunk and and my lovely fiancée arm wrapped around him. Should I call of the wedding?"

At the word wedding, Ron's head shot up. His blue eyes were glazed over, showing just how many drinks he had. He turned his head in Ginny's direction. His face flashed multiple emotions as he stared at her, confusion, recognition, and finally anger. He stood and pointed an accusing finger at her.

"You!" His voice was loud but his slight slur made him sound foolish. "This is your fault."

Ginny didn't flinch, but she was confused. She cast Harry a quick glance and saw him holding his hand over his mouth in order to contain his laughter.

'Ok. So, it's not that serious,' Ginny deduced. She decided to play along.

"That's right Ron, it's all my fault. Want to remind me what I did again so I can write you an apology note later."

Ron started to wiggle his pointing finger, "Oh you know what you did, you… you…" His voice trailed off as he lost his train of thought.

Harry's shoulders were now shaking with his contained laughter. Ginny had a hard time not joining him. Ron fell back into his seat, hard.

"What am I gonna do, mate?" Ron practically wailed as he placed his head in hands.

Harry removed his hand from his mouth and started patting Ron's back again. His grin didn't disappear as he said, "Ron it's literally nothing. It's completely in your head. But you could always talk to Hermi—"

Ron slapped his hand over Harry's mouth, making the rest of Hermione's name muffled. "Are you mad?" Ron's voice was an octave higher than normal. "You want me to talk to her about..." His face paled at the very thought, of whatever was bothering him.

The urge to laugh at her brother was becoming harder and harder to resist.

'What in the world could cause him such a panic?' Ginny's mind tried to connect the dots. 'Can't tell Hermione about it… my fault… Yeah, no, this makes no sense.'

Harry looked at her and removed Ron's hand from his he decided to take pity on her before her mind exploded from trying to understand the inner works Ron Weasley.

"Your brother over here," Harry pointed his thumb at Ron, who had moved back into his slumped position. "Thinks Hermione is going to expect him to propose, because you and I are getting married."

Harry started shaking his head. "Apparently, Ron here, thinks that all girls start expecting proposals when their best friend is getting married."

That did it for Ginny. She had to laugh, throwing her head back. It was just too much. Ron didn't seem to like the his sister laughing at him. He rose from his chair again, reaching into his pocket to pull out his wand. However, what Ginny's dear brother didn't realize was his wand was sitting on the table.

Ron groped his robes furiously, "Harry!" Ron's voice reached whining levels. "I need my wand, do you know where it is?""

Harry snatched the wand off the table and pocketed it. "Seeing as you want it to curse my fiancée… I think I'll just let you find it on your own."

Ron turned his drunken glare at Harry, "Some mate you are."

Harry snorted, "And some mate you would be to hex my fiancée."

Ron stared at Harry for a few seconds blinking rapidly, then dropped his his arms to his side, "Your right," Ron's sounded like he was ready to cry, "At least one of us should have love, because it's gonna be over between me and Hermione."

Harry started shaking his head again and placed his hand back onto Ron's back. "Ron your wrong."

Ron shook his head pitifully as he looked at the floor, "No… No she's gonna want to get married and I know I'm not ready for that. I love her, but marriage…" He ran his hands through his hair leaving it look as if he had been hit by lightning.

Ginny couldn't take it anymore. "Ron," Her tone took on the same attributes that Harry's had when she first arrived. "Hermione is not going to want to leave you because your not ready for the next step. I don't think she is ready to get married yet either. "

"Besides," She added as an afterthought, "There are so many better reasons to break up with you."

Ron's head shot up so fast, Ginny was worried he was going to have whiplash.

"You really think so?" Ron's voice held so much hope it made Ginny almost laugh. He was really worried about this, apparently.

She moved in to her brothers side and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I mean I haven't straight on asked her, but she didn't seemed to be interested in planning her own wedding when Mum made a little hint at it tonight."

Ron jumped out of his seat as if he saw a spider. "Mum brought up the idea of her wedding!" His voice was shrill and unnatural. In his haste to stand he knocked over Harry's butterbeer all over his friend. This didn't seem to resonate with Ron, as he rushed to the living room towards the fireplace.

"Ron!" Ginny yelled after her brother, but to no avail. The sounds of the floo being started and the whoosh of someone departing was the last thing the couple heard from their friend and brother.

Harry waved his wand to disappear the mess, then he started laughing. His amusement filled the room, sending Ginny into her own wave of giggles.

"Merlin," Harry said through his laughter. "I spent an hour trying to get him to calm down. You say five words and he flies away." He came over to her side and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Well done. I don't think I've ever been so proud of you."

Ginny leaned up and pressed a light kiss on his lips, "Yeah I do have a gift don't I?"

Harry nodded is agreeance. "That you do love." He moved them back over to his chair, where he sat down, pulling her onto his lap.

"So how was the wedding planning, by the way?" Harry asked as rubbed small circles into her back.

Ginny groaned, "My mother…" She let her sentence hang, but Harry seemed to understand.

"Did she want you to incorporate pink again?"

"Why does she want pink? It's goes horribly with the Weasley red."

"I don't know, maybe it's because your her only daughter, and girls are supposed to like pink? I bet she has been looking forward to your wedding since you were born."

Ginny glared at the man massaging her back. "That doesn't mean she can take control. If I had it my way it would just be you, me, my parents, my brother's with their significant others, and the DA." Ginny rolled her eyes, "but oh no! My mother wants to invite basically half of England!"

Harry let out a little snort. "Is that just on the Weasley side? I've heard you lot breed like rabbits."

Ginny slapped his arm but she couldn't hold back a smirk, "No it would be more than half if we were inviting the entire Weasley gang." Then her smile faded. "But Merlin Harry! My mother is going mad with all of this."

Harry placed a kiss on her forehead, "Does it really matter?"

Ginny pulled back from him, so she could look at the entirety of his face. "What do you mean 'does it really matter?'. Does our wedding not matter to you?" Now, Ginny wasn't someone who really cared about weddings herself, but this was hers so it made her intuned with it. Did Harry not feel that way?

Harry placed his free hand on her cheek as he continued her minisations on her back with his other hand. "Of course I care, but who cares what the wedding looks like? All that matters to me is that I get to marry you. As long as I get to see you walk down that aisle in white, I don't care what flowers sit on the table and who sits where. I just care about it being the day I get to become your husband."

Ginny gaped at him. 'Since when has Harry been a romantic?'

"Who are you?" She questioned lightly. "And what have you done with Harry Potter?"

Harry gave a small laugh and kissed her nose. "Oh you caught me. I locked Harry Potter up so I could marry the famous Ginny Weasley." He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Now that you caught me, what are you going to do with me?"

"Well," Ginny cupped his face, "As long as this stays between you and me, I think we can work out a deal."

He smirked at her. That smirk that she couldn't resist. It was something that made him armed and dangerous, even more than his wand.

She pressed a scorching, lingering kiss to his mouth. Something he was inclined to deepen, but she pulled back before he could. Placing her hand in his, she stood up.

"Come on there, lover boy." She started to tug him in the direction of their room. "Wanna see the famous Ginny Weasley's, soon to be Potter's, bedroom?"