Chapter 3: Mother of the Groom

"Mum I can't possibly eat all this, I'm barely fitting into the bridesmaid dress Hermione picked as it is!"

"Dresses! At a wedding, it's a disgrace, is what it is!" Her mother replied.

"Muggles always get married in dresses Mum," Ginny replied tiredly. She'd been like this for weeks, it had passed aggravating long ago.

"Muggles aren't really married!" her mum wailed.

"Of course they are," Ginny soothed.

"But they can get divorced. It's not really marriage if you can end it any time you want!"

"They won't get a divorced Mum, they love each other."

"What about their children. What a horrible example to set, their parents not being married!"

"Mum! Listen, you have to stop this. You are alienating Hermione, by disrespecting her family's traditions. I know you don't want Hermione thinking ill of you. But if you don't stop she's going to resent you."

"Ginevra Molly Weasley, how dare you say such a thing to me!" Her mother shouted back in horror. "I would never hurt Hermione

"Mum, do you remember all the problems you had with Grandmum? How you hated going over there because of all the comments and criticism?" Ginny asked carefully.

"That's completely different. Arthur's mother was a very unpleasant woman!"

"Mum, you are doing the same thing to Hermione."

"I most certainly am not! What is wrong with you today?"

Ginny sighed. This was apparently pointless, and she had places she needed to be. She put her fork down and pushed her plate away as her Mum said. "At least when you get married it will be in a proper ceremony by a wizard and not some crazy Muggle."

"Not today, Mum, please?" Ginny begged.

"Well, when are you going to get married? You can't play Quidditch forever Ginny, it's not a proper career for a lady."

"I don't know. I'm still working on the whole boyfriend part. I've got years to get married."

"Now Ginny, you want to be sure you find someone before your looks go. Maybe you should try saying yes to more of the offers you get for dates…"

Ginny stared flabbergasted at her mother. "I've got to go, Mum. We'll be starting Hermione's hair and makeup soon." She really hoped her mother might become a normal person again after the wedding was over. She really couldn't handle too much more of this version.

She grabbed her bags off the chair next to her, and headed for the door. When she opened the door she found George coming in. "I didn't expect to see you here so early?"

"Oh yeah, well I thought I better get over here with some bruise remover, before Mum sees Ron."

"Good plan, what happened to him anyway?" Ginny asked slipping out the door and closing it behind her.

"I decked him," George admitted.

"Why?" Ginny prompted for the rest of the story.

"Well," George replied looking uncomfortable. "Harry was drunk you see."

"Yeah I saw that. They stumbled in about three in the morning. Sounded like a heard of Erumpets." Ginny nodded.

"Well Harry's tongue got a bit freer, and so Charlie and I, well we sort of asked him, why he doesn't ever go out with any girls." George's face turned red. It was a very uncommon occurrence, so Ginny knew this had to be good. "Specifically, why he's never picked things up with you."

"You didn't?" Ginny gasped. George only nodded. "What did he say?" George opened his mouth to answer and Ginny shook her head. "No wait, don't tell me." She fretted for a moment.

Harry was supposed to tell her in just a couple days, did she really want to know what he'd said while drunk? Yes, definitely. "Okay what did he say?"

"He said that he'd promised Ron he wouldn't go out with you anymore," George replied.

"HE WHAT?" Ginny yelled.

"Yeah I know, that's why I decked him. What business of it is Ron's to have Harry make a promise like that? I know how hard it's been on you since the war." George her never serious brother reached out and wrapped an arm around her, her bags preventing him from getting closer. "I just couldn't believe that Ron would do something that's hurt both his sister and his best friend so much. I was really steamed."

"I'll kill him," Ginny sputtered throwing down her bags. She removed her wand from her pocket and turned to go back inside, homicide foremost on her mind, when George grabbed her.

"Ginny, I already hit him. I know you're mad but he's getting married today. Kill him tomorrow."

Ginny felt like she might explode. Five years of longing…Ron…The Cruciatus curse was too good for him. She was going to tell Hermione, that would fix his wagon.

"Deep breaths Ginny," George said soothingly. "Calm down and relax for a bit. If you promise not to kill Ron until he gets back from his honeymoon, I'll tell you what else Harry said about you."

Ginny mind whirled around. "There's more?"

"A little, yeah."

"What?" Ginny demanded.

George smirked at her, looking more like himself than he had she'd seen him during the entire conversation. "Well he let something slip while explaining why it was that he'd had a hard time living up to his promise."

Ginny motioned for him to continue.

George grinned. "He thinks you're hot." George laughed, apparently waiting for her blush.

Ginny however was not embarrassed. "That's it?"

"Well that and he likes your freckles," George nodded clearly disappointed by her lack of reaction. "You don't care that he thinks you're hot?"

"No, it's not that," Ginny explained shaking her head. "It's just, well I got that news last night already. It was nice to hear, but I mean, he was drunk, he'd probably think anyone was pretty."

A white otter flashed into existence and ran up to them. "Ginny! Where are you? We were supposed to start with my hair twenty minutes ago? We are completely off the schedule!" Hermione's voice admonished her.

"Oh bollocks, I've got to go! I'm supposed to be with Hermione by now!" She scrambled to pick her bags back up and lurched the last few steps the Apparation point. "See you later George!" she called, and then disappeared.

"Harry get up!" Yelled a voice, and was immediately followed by pounding. Harry was at a loss why someone would be using the Sonorus spell right outside his bedroom. Harry groaned and tried to roll over, but the pain was excruciating. His door opened and Charlie's head popped through the opening. "Harry it's almost eleven, you need to start getting ready. We've only got two hours until we leave."

"Charlie?" Harry groaned.

"Come on, up Harry."

"I'm up, will you quit pounding already?"

"Pounding? I'm not…oh, hangover, eh? You know what'll fix that right up? A little hair of the dog that bit yah," Charlie tossed a flask towards Harry and it landed gently on the bed.

Harry couldn't even look at the flask, if he did, he would throw up. He knew it. "No thanks," Harry moaned.

"Suit yourself, but Mum, says no more lying about, or she's not feeding you. She's not real supportive about hangovers, so it's either that," Charlie said indicating the flask. "Or you put a bright smile on your face, and pretend you're not sick."

Harry groaned. "Shower."

"Move it. You can't expect sympathy if you're out all night carousing and drinking."

"But…" Harry started.

"Five minutes, and you should be down stairs, or I'm sending Mum up to lecture you!" Charlie called wheeling around and heading away from his door.

Harry felt slightly better after his shower. However the large breakfast that had been placed in front of him was bringing back the heaves. He stared at it mournfully. All his favorites, and they looked so … disgusting.

"Eat up," Charlie whispered to his right. "If you don't Mum will start asking questions."

Harry picked up a triangle of toast and started munching on the corner of it. It wasn't quite as offensive as he had feared. He was cautiously optimistic that he might pull this off, until Charlie whispered angrily. "The eggs Harry, eat the eggs quickly before she says something!"

"Are you feeling all right Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked from the kitchen looking at him skeptically.

"Sure am, Mrs. Weasley," Harry smiled at her. It actually made his head hurt worse to smile, pictures were definitely going to be a nightmare. Harry shoveled a bite of eggs into his mouth. "MMMM, good eggs." Mrs. Weasley turned around and Harry gagged badly. While he was occupied trying to get his eggs to stay down Ron plopped into the chair next to him. Harry glanced up at him. Ron looked a little rough around the edges but for the most part seemed to be in much better shape than Harry. It must have been all those evenings Ron had gone out with all the other Auror students while Harry stayed home.

"What happened to your shiner?" Harry asked

Harry whimpered in pain as a fist from each of the Weasleys sitting next to him connected with his arms just below the shoulder. Neither had pulled their punch and his arms felt like they were on fire.

"Shiner? Where you boys fighting?" Mrs. Weasley asked turning around.

"No Mum, George, Ron and Charlie all answered." Mrs. Weasley frowned at them momentarily and then returned to her cleaning.

Harry sucked in a deep breath. He whispered to Ron, "But I remember that. Who hit you anyway, you were fine when you went to the bar, and then my memory is fuzzy, but you came back like a half hour later with that purple bruise and that dancer wrapped—" Harry let out a yelp of pain as once again the brothers on either side of him punched him in the exact spot they'd hit him before. He was still sore for the last time, and he clenched his teeth tightly as a single tear rolled down his cheek.

"Were you boys out dancing last night?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Uh…yeah we met up with Katie and Tameka and went out for a bit," George lied.

"I didn't know you'd learned to dance, Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked, a pleased expression on her face. "How nice, I'm sure Ginny will be happy to hear that. She'll need a partner this evening."

Harry let his head bang against the table. He had never learned to dance. The fact that it would be required later today had completely slipped his mind until yesterday. Unfortunately, with all the pain in his arms he'd forgotten how badly his head was hurting and the contact with the table was a sharp reminder.

Harry stood from the table with a groan. "Harry you've barely touched your breakfast. You're going to have a very long day and you need your strength," Mrs. Weasley admonished.

"I'll take care of it," Ron volunteered scooping Harry's rashers and eggs off onto his own plate."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley, I'm full."

"Well no need to apologize. You're so thin; you need to come home more, so we can get you eating properly. If you're done you can go help Arthur finish setting up for the reception. In fact all of you should be helping Arthur. Making him set up by himself while all of you sit in here eating," Mrs. Weasley began shooing them out of the kitchen with her dishtowel.

"Mum, I'm eating!" Ron protested as she whacked him with her dishtowel.

"You rotten boys, making your father do all the work," Mrs. Weasley grumbled as she chased the boys out of the house, finally wrestling Ron's plate away from him. "Don't let me see you in the house until the garden is ready for the reception!"

"But, I'm the one who's getting married," Ron groused.

They had put in several days hard labor in getting the Burrow's garden ready for the various events. Harry was given the task of conjuring white chairs for the reception while the rest worked on organizing the rest of the furniture.

"Objecto Renario," Harry uttered swirling his wand around in a circle for what seemed like the five hundredth time. It was actually closer to two hundred based on the chairs surrounding the tables.

"Come on Harry, our cousins Kate, Sarah and Emily will be here in a bit to do the decorations and flower arrangements. It's time to head over to Cambridge."

Harry nodded gratefully and followed the Weasley brothers back to the house.

George got up to answer the knock at the door. Then came wandering back to Harry and glared at him. "It's for you."

"What? Harry asked. He was feeling marginally better. His headache however seemed to be getting worse and the war drums beating in his head were getting closer.

"It's for you genius boy." George turned to Charlie. "What's with him today anyway?"

"Hung over," Charlie explained.

"Didn't you give him something for it?" George asked, as Harry stood and made his way to the door.

"He didn't want it. You know how he is, always trying to be a hero," Charlie replied. Harry pulled a face at Charlie's comment. Was not wanting to be slightly tipsy at your best friends wedding, really playing the hero?

Harry pushed the door open and blinked. "Uh," Harry stammered.

"Hi!" Ginny greeted him cheerfully, and gave him a shy smile. "Can I talk to you for a few minutes?"

"Wow," Harry replied cleverly.

Ginny's forehead creased as she looked at him with concern. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"You look…" Harry started. He was sure there was more he was supposed to add, but it seemed he didn't know any words that actually described how Ginny looked. Or at least if he did, they were unable to escape his brain in his current condition. Her hair was swept up in a knot at the back of her head escaping in little ringlets of red and copper, and she had some sort of flowers braided into the front. Harry blushed as he realized he still hadn't finished his sentence and was staring at a spot on her neck where an escaped tendril of hair was bouncing lightly. "Wow," he said again.

Ginny waved a hand in front of him. "I was afraid of this," Ginny said. "Stupid brothers," she grumbled. Ginny linked her arm through his tuxedo jacket, and started leading him away. "Come on, I have something fix this right up."

Ginny led him to a non-descript door, in a secluded hallway. Opening it without reservation she pushed him inside. There was a small cauldron bubbling on the desk as well as another already prepared potion sitting in goblet next to it. Ginny pulled him to the desk and handed him the goblet. "Here drink this, it'll help."

"What is it?" Harry asked, still staring openly her. She looked so incredible he just couldn't stop.

She fidgeted slightly under his bold stare. "It's just a little something to help the effects of the hangover. I know you don't drink very often, and you were rather pissed last night. I know Mum won't help out with a hangover and since my brothers are nit-wits I sort of thought they probably wouldn't have thought to bring you something to help either. Unless of course they tried to talk you into drinking more booze. That doesn't work by the way." She smiled at him, so openly and encouragingly that Harry had to take the foul smelling potion and doing his best not to smell or taste it, he quaffed it as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately, he gagged badly on the on aftertaste. Struggling to get himself under control he handed the goblet back to Ginny. She quickly filled the goblet with the other potion. She was blowing on it to cool it off, as it had still been boiling. Ginny killed the flames under the cauldron and cleaned off the rest of the supplies from the desk. Harry was feeling remarkably better in the few minutes he'd had between potions. Ginny finished cleaning up the desk she'd borrowed from someone named Angelina Houston apparently given the name plate. She ran the new potion around the inside of the goblet a few more times continuing to blow on it, before she handed it to him.

"Here, this will fix the headache. Sorry it isn't cooler, I can't use magic to cool it without dampening the effects, and I only had so much time." She shrugged in what Harry thought was an adorable way.

He took the goblet, and testing that it was not quite a drinkable temperature yet continued to blow on the surface and swirl it around. "I can't believe you did all this for me," Harry said quietly.

Ginny blushed slightly and looked away as she answered. "I just didn't want you feeling awful all day because of my brothers. They're your best friends you should remember today happily." She turned a looked up at him with a grim smile on her face. "I brewed the first one while Hermione was getting her hair done. She's getting her makeup put on now, so I slipped out."

Harry drank down the still very hot potion. It burned his throat a little, but immediately his headache started to fade. He handed the goblet back to Ginny with a smile. "Thanks, that was brilliant. I feel so much better."

Ginny grinned more openly at him. As she put the goblet in her bag she pulled out a ridiculously large bottle of water and handed it to him. "You need to drink this before the ceremony."

Harry choked. "You've got to be kidding me. It'll take hours to drink all that!"

"Harry the first potion removed most of the effects of the alcohol from your body, and the second one took away your headache, but you're dehydrated and if you don't drink this, it'll just come back. Don't argue with me, just drink it." She gave him a defiant look before wilting slightly. "Please."

He definitely was thirsty. Harry took the bottle of water and gulped greedily from it. After several swallows he returned the cap to its home and put it aside. "I'll do my best."

Ginny nodded. "Let's see if we can't get your suit straightened out. You look like you got dressed in the dark." She walked up to him and flipped the collar of his shirt up and after a few minutes of trying to arrange his tie, pulled it off him completely. "Who tied this?" Ginny asked in aggravation.

"Bill did it, with a knot tying charm," Harry answered.

Ginny huffed. "You'd think at least one of my brothers could learn to dress themselves, or failing that, that you could."

Harry was momentarily stung by her criticism, then considering it for a moment shrugged. She was right; he had no clue what he was doing when he got dressed up like this."

"Take your jacket off, she ordered.

Harry complied, and her first order was quickly followed. "Vest too."

Ginny started straightening his shirt. It tickled slightly where her fingers tucked in his shirt and where she grasped it to tug at it. She fixed his French cuffs, and then had him side the vest back on. Harry was fine until she started retying the tie. She was standing quite close to him, and her tongue was peeking out of her mouth as she concentrated on making the knot and getting it straight. Harry couldn't help but look at her, while she was so close and concentrating on something else. Her eyes were so gentle and caring. At this range he could clearly make out the different layers of freckles across her nose.

"You really do look amazing," Harry finally told her.

Ginny's concentration broke and she looked up at him sharply, clearly startled. "I, uh…um, thank you. I mean it's just the hair, Hermione had a professional come in to do it this morning," She explained fidgeting in front of him. "Drat I lost my place." She unfurled the tie, and started again as Harry watched her.

"It's not just the hair," Harry offered.

Ginny glanced up at him, and their eyes locked for a few moments. Harry felt his head being tugged forward by the end of the tie that Ginny was holding. He could feel Ginny's breath on his neck, and he thought for a moment that she was going to kiss him. He risked a glance at her lips and saw that they were slightly parted invitingly. Harry slowly trailed his eyes back to hers and found an inscrutable expression held in them, and then she returned to working the ends of his tie. Finishing the knot she stuck the end of the tie down Harry's vest and then ran her hand up the inside of his vest to straighten it. As she ran her hand across his abs this time, it felt somehow different.

Harry moaned slightly as Ginny's hand ran round his back. She reached up with her other hand and started to gently straighten his hair. It felt like a moment from sixth year. Like everything that had managed to work its way between them had been washed away. Harry swallowed hard, as he concentrated on where Ginny's warmth was pressed up against him. It wouldn't be so bad if he kissed her would it? Why had he made that stupid promise to Ron?

"There, that should work," Ginny stated in a strained voice. She looked back into Harry's eyes again and he slipped his own arm behind her to match the one she continued to hold him with.

"Thanks,"

"You're welcome." The words sounded strangled as Ginny said them, but he could hear her clearly.

Harry leaned forward and Ginny's head tilted back slightly, before there was a white flash and Harry turned to see a white otter, and Hermione's panicked voice rang from it. "Ginny! Where are you! It's almost time for pictures, and I can't find my shoes. My checklist is missing, and I definitely think I need to talk to my Mum, but I can't find her, and I can't send my Patronus after her!"

"Oh bugger, Hermione!" Ginny gasped. She looked at her watch. "I was supposed to get back ages ago. Ginny turned to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I've got to run, I'll catch up with you at the reception. You have to dance with me, don't forget!"

Ginny was a tornado of activity as he picked up the two bags in front of the desk, and stormed through the door. She turned around at the last second and told him. "Don't forget to drink your water, you need it. Bye!"

She left Harry leaning against Angelina Houston's desk, much better off than when she found him, and far more confused.

"Where's Percy?" Ron asked.

"I don't know, he said he'd be here," Bill replied.

"We are supposed to start pictures in five minutes. Hermione will kill him if he's late," Ron grumbled. "Not to mention me."

"He'll be here. You know Perc, always has to act like he's more important than he is," Charlie added.

"Harry, where did you get that? And why are you drinking it?" Ron asked.

"Ginny gave it to me, she said it would help with the hangover."

"That's rubbish, didn't Charlie give you a nip from his flask? That'll fix your hangover."

"Ginny says that doesn't work," Harry replied.

"Oh well, Ginny says, far be it from me, to contradict the all-knowing Ginny." Ron smirked at him. "Wait, how did Ginny even know you were hung-over, she was long gone by the time you rolled out of bed.

Harry shrugged. "I reckon she guessed, she found us when we stumbled out of the fire last night. She levitated you up to your room."

Ron scratched his head. "I don't remember that. Of course I don't remember anything after Charlie gave me that stupid Dragon's Breath." Ron looked skeptically at Harry. "So she just happened to bring some water while she was supposed to be helping Hermione get ready?" Ron asked accusingly.

"Yep," Harry replied.

"You're not going all sweet on Ginny again are you?" Ron questioned with a glare.

George who was sitting on the sofa growled menacingly, but Harry had no idea as to why. Neville who was sitting next to him, had a brief coughing fit, as he turned his head away. He appeared to be laughing.

Harry sighed, and was about to answer Ron's question when there was another knock on the door. Charlie answered and Mrs. Weasley strode into the room wearing a ghastly floral print dress.

"It's time for pictures, boys, out you go," Mrs. Weasley ordered.

"Have you seen Percy?" Ron asked.

"He's not here?"

Ron shook his head.

"Oh, that boy!" Mrs. Weasley frowned.

"Mum you're not seriously going to wear that in the wedding photo's are you?" Ron asked.

"What?" Mrs. Weasley's frown deepened. "What do you mean, Ronald?"

"Well it's just, I mean, well isn't that kind of ugly?" Ron asked carefully.

"RONALD WEASLEY! What a thing to say to your mother. I'll have you know that this is the latest in Muggle fashions! Abigail helped me pick it out herself."

"You sure she wasn't having you on, Mum?" George asked.

"Yes George, I'm quite sure. It's not like you boys are experts on Muggle fashions. Arthur thinks it's lovely," Mrs. Weasley sniffed her held high.

"I don't know, I spend a lot of time around Muggle women, and I don't see them wearing anything like that," George replied.

"Oh you do not. You spend your time hunched over your work desk at the office. Time with Muggle women my eye. You need a nice witch to settle down with, that's what you need."

"Mum, I have a girlfriend you know that!" George replied angrily. "Harmony is a Muggle, we've being going out for two years."

"Why then, in two years have you not brought this girl by the Burrow? I'm not buying it, George, if she meant anything to you; you would have introduced her to your family."

"Bill and Percy have both met her. I can't very well just bring her by the Burrow."

"Well why isn't she here then. This is a Muggle wedding after all." Mrs. Weasley barked.

"But the reception is at home, and I couldn't very well bring her to the wedding and then send her home for the reception could I?" George barked back.

"You could have gotten a waver of the Statute of Secrecy. If you really care about her, we'd know her by now," Mrs. Weasley replied angrily.

"We've been over this!" George cried. "The ministry won't give her waver because her father is considered dangerous to wizards. Some sort of military general or something. I've tried three times, but they won't give me a waver unless we're married. I can't very well marry her unless I tell her who I am first!"

"Well isn't that convenient, how are you ever supposed to have any children then? I won't be young forever you know."

"Mum, the pictures?" Ron interrupted.

"Oh, right, all of you into the hall right now. We're running late as it is. For some reason Ginny disappeared and Hermione nearly went out of her mind before we found her."

Harry followed the group along the hallway until they reached the great hall where the wedding was to be held.

"Mum's really got a bee in her bonnet today," George muttered to Charlie behind him.

"You know Mum, she loves these events, but oh Merlin the stress get to her. She'll be better tomorrow."

"Yeah. I guess, I wish she'd lay off on the whole girlfriend thing."

"You have to admit it's pretty dodgy going out with someone for two years without telling them you're a wizard."

"I didn't know it was going to be a problem when we started going out. Now… I don't want to break up with her. I can't tell her. I think maybe she's the one, but we can't get married until she knows I'm a wizard. I've got no clue what to do."

"You could always just tell her anyway, then Obliviate her if it doesn't go well," Charlie suggested.

"I'm not Obliviating my girlfriend," George muttered dismissively.

Harry stopped listening as they walked forward into the hall. His eyes passed briefly over his friend Hermione who was wearing a very pretty wedding gown, but she wasn't who he was searching for. His eyes found Ginny and once they did, he couldn't look away. She was dressed in a shimmering green dress that matched his tie. Her hair, which had been beautiful when she'd been dressed comfortably before, now looked radiant when matched with her dress. Harry was in awe.

Sliding up next to him, Neville asked. "She cleans up nicely doesn't she? I hope she'll give me a few dances at the reception."

Harry didn't know why, but for some reason the thought of Ginny dancing with Neville made him feel sick and more than slightly angry. But he managed to grumble out a, "Yeah," in response, instead of tackling him and pummeling him within an inch of his life. Harry owed him far too much for that kind of treatment. Inexplicably, Harry found his feet traveling forward until he was standing at the bottom of the steps his eyes never leaving Ginny. She was watching him now, and seemed slightly amused. Ron and Hermione were off in the corner having a moment and Ginny slowly made her way towards him stepping carefully down the steps until she was standing on the one just above him.

"You look quite dashing," she told him.

"You look gorgeous," Harry replied. When Ginny grinned he realized what he'd said and moved to hedge a bit. "Just incredible really." That wasn't what he meant to say at all. What was wrong with him? "I've never seen you look so beautiful." Harry decided he better stop talking, before he said something really embarrassing.

Ginny's eyes looked watery as she reached out a hand for his shoulder. "Thank you, Harry. I'd started to wonder if you still thought of me that way. It's nice to know that you still…well that you still see me as…well it's just nice. But if you don't stop I'm going to cry and Hermione will lose it if I ruin this make-up now."

"I…" Harry tried. He had no clue what to say.

"Hello Harry," said Luna as she appeared at Harry's side.

"Hi Luna, you look really nice." Harry tried.

"Oh, thank you. You look nice as well. Of course it's a wedding so everyone looks nice. Well except for Ronald's mother, she looks like a Renoir exploded on her."

Ginny snickered, but said nothing.

"Uh yeah,"

"Okay, can I get people to gather around for a bit, were going to start with some of the group shots." A squat man Harry took to be the photographer called out. Harry couldn't help but notice that when they all stood in a semicircle waiting to be called onto the stairs, that Ginny stood right next to him. It was a very interesting hour or so of watching her pose for the camera. She looked amazing up there. There was an odd ache in Harry's chest, now all too familiar to him. He felt it whenever he felt alone. It had never felt stronger than right now standing here surrounded by all his best friends, and the girl he'd given up.

A/N: I know, two years later and still no Gabrielle, she's coming I sort of promise. I'll give you like half a pinky swear, but no more than that!