A/N: This is a small baby chapter just because the comments inspired me to write a little more on their alleged engagement before we move on from it. It helped me realise I didn't really address how her family reacted and there was definitely some fun to be had there.

It is actually just an add-on to the last chapter, but I was worried if I just edited it there some of you would miss it so hence this short chapter. Thanks and until next time!

Ginny and Harry remained indoors until dinner time and then made their way to the Burrow. As soon as she walked onto the grass of the garden, small little fireworks went off.

"Oh no," she said. "Fred and George are going to go absolutely ham with this." She shot an apologetic smile at Harry.

"Our alleged engagement?" he tried.

"Yes." She closed her eyes with a groan. "I hate this."

Harry frowned. "Why don't you tell them to stop? Or hex them?"

"I can't do that," she argued. "It's like ruining a little kid's Christmas." She looked towards the house. She thought she could see more fireworks closer to the house.

"Then we'll just have to brave it," Harry said, gesturing for her to lead the way.

As they approached the house, several heart-shaped fireworks went off. Some erupted in the shape of the heart while others wrote in the air before fizzing out. The little show ended with two rings, entwining, turning around their axis. It disappeared with a pop, raining heart-shaped glitter down on them.

One got into Harry's mouth and he spluttered, trying to blow it out of his mouth.

She stepped into the kitchen. "Really nice guys, you've outdone yourself."

"The glitter was really the cherry on top," Harry commented sarcastically, brushing some of it off his sleeve. Considering his hair was full of glitter, it was a bit pointless.

"We thought so." George beamed. "We've been working on engagement and wedding-themed fireworks, so this was very convenient. We've had some really good sales today."

Ginny eyed them. "Good for you."

"I take it you're not actually engaged," Molly asked.

"Unfortunately not," Harry said.

Ginny whipped around and he laughed at her expression.

"I wasn't talking about me," he clarified. "Over there," he whispered, pointing at her mother out of her view.

Fred snorted at it. "I like him. We should keep him around."

"Yeah, always welcome in the Wheezes," George added. "Completely without ulterior motive of course."

Harry nodded. "I'll think about it."

"So… can we hold a little engagement party for you two?" Fred asked.

"You can't." Ron walked in, holding an Evening Prophet. "They've printed a statement."

Ginny turned from Ron back to the twins. "I am so very sorry, but we have already confirmed we are not in fact engaged. It would just be too big of a mess."

"You disappoint us, sister," George said. He looked towards Harry. "And you're on thin ice."

"That lasted long," Harry said. "Gin, you're still full of glitter."

She looked him up and down. "So are you."

"Aw, he calls you Gin," Fred teased. "Can we call you Gin?"

She neared him, pulling out her wand. "Bats or bugs?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Fred said, quickly hiding behind George. "We apologise. We can make amends." He peered over George's shoulder. "We could throw you… a party! How about an engagement party?"

"Fred, George and Ron!" Molly warned.

"Wha—? I didn't even do anything!" Ron objected.

"Settle down, as soon as your father is home, we'll eat." She shook her head. "And get that glitter out of my house!"

George sighed and took out his wand. "Glitter-o Gone-o."

Ginny bit back a smile.

"We're still working on a cooler-sounding spell, okay?" he told her.

She checked herself and Harry but most of the glitter had disappeared successfully.

"How did that rumour start?" Ron asked.

Ginny shook her head. "We had a drink, the waiter was asking what we were celebrating."

Ron nodded. "Yes, of course. And you just went with engaged?" He looked at her as though he had knowledge of some higher truth.

"We couldn't bloody tell our muggle waiter we were celebrating Quidditch tryouts, couldn't we?" She pulled out a chair and sat down.

As soon as her butt hit the seat, she heard the wedding march from somewhere. She pointed her wand at the chair. "Finite Incantatem," she said tiredly.

If only her brothers would stop looking so gleeful, or she would have already hexed them. Her father walked in and greeted them. Harry sat down and rose petals popped into existence somewhere above them. It formed like a cloud and then landed on them with a big puff of about a thousand petals.

The petals were everywhere. On the table, the floor, their hair, skin, clothes… She took a deep breath.

"We still have to work on that one, but I thought that went quite nicely." George smiled at her.

"How are you, Harry?" Arthur greeted amicably as if Harry wasn't completely covered in petals.

Harry shook his head, more petals falling down. "Good. Nothing unusual today."

Their mother cleared their throat, looking fuming. George gulped and Fred waved his wand, relieving them of the petals.

"That you prank me is one thing," Ginny started, looking about as fuming as her mother. "But could you please leave Harry out of it? What has he ever done to you?"

"It's okay," Harry mumbled.

She opened her mouth again but her mother spoke.

"Ginny is already enough pressure as it is! She has tryouts and semi-finals. She's constantly under scrutiny."

Her eyes turned to the table, surprised her mother spoke up about it. She had a lot going on, but she just carried on in the hopes it all worked out.

"You don't even give her two minutes to catch her breath after she had to wake up and find out half Wizarding Britain thinks she's engaged and writing all kinds of junk about it." She let out a huff. "Arthur, you say something."

Ginny's eyes darted up, asking her father silently to leave it.

"You have a whole building to experiment in, please keep it out of the house," her father offered, and that was that.

"I made sure your laundry is done so you have clothes for next week," her mother said. "Do you know yet where you're going?"

"No, not yet." She shook her head. "Thanks, I brought the rest from Harry's."

"I can wash that tomorrow," Molly said.

"No need." Ginny smiled at her. "Harry washed it."

Her mother smiled at her but her brothers looked rather amused.

"You do her laundry?" Fred said, trying to sound very casual. "Are you sure you're not engaged to her or something?"

Ginny pretended to check her ring finger. "Pretty sure."

"I have to do my laundry anyway, it's not really a hassle at all," Harry argued. "Both our schedules are pretty full so it's just easier that way." He smiled reassuringly at her.

"I'd fake-marry him if I were you," Ron suggested.

Ginny snorted. "I'll consider it."

Harry turned around when they reached the apparition point.

"Good luck with your bootcamp," he told her.

She sighed. "I'll need it."

Harry nodded in agreement. "You'll do great. You're Ginny Weasley."

She chuckled. "Thanks for the vote of confidence. I'll see you next Saturday."

"A whole week." His eyebrows raised. "I don't think we've been apart that long since this whole thing started."

"I am sure you'll manage, you're a tough guy," she joked.

He offered her a grin. He plucked another piece of glitter out of her hair for her.

"Thanks, but I think it's pointless," she commented.

He looked her up and down. "I think they're all gone now."

"I am pretty sure there are five inside my bra, so not really." She could feel something scratching her skin for sure.

"Ah. I'll leave you to pluck those out by yourself." His cheeks reddened. "I'll go now." He kissed her cheek softly. "Take care, Weasley."

"You too, Potter."

He turned around.

"Hey, Harry," she said, smiling.

He looked at her waiting for her to speak.

"Don't have too much fun without me." She winked.

He laughed, nodding. "I'll try."