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Re: Butterfly Kisses (Sequel to Harry Potter and the Return to Hogwarts)

Chapter 16
It's My Party

Author's Note: During this chapter, in Ginny's PoV, I will still refer to her parents as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

(Ginny's PoV)

Ever since Harry proposed to her, and she said yes, Ginny had found herself glancing at Lily Potter's old ring whenever she had a free moment. When it came to the object itself, the ring wasn't all that special. Anyone who didn't have a precious connection to it could probably tell you that. It was just your normal golden band. There were no markings on the outside of it. There was no jewel encrusted into it, sparkling in the sunlight. The only markings on it were letters that were engraved into the inside of it:

J.P To L.E.P

Harry explained to Ginny that he would also put their initials on the other side of the ring when the time came.

One of those moments during each day was when she was laying in bed after waking up from a good night's sleep. She gazed at it while she waited for sleep to completely go away. She rubbed the ring with her finger, as if to examine it. If it was possible, she would have taken a copy of her memory of the proposal and put it into the ring, for later viewing. She never wanted to forget that moment for as long as she lived.

It was strange to think that just minutes before that wonderful event, she was staring at her reflection in the mirror of the restaurant's bathroom, asking herself if the moment was coming and thinking that it wouldn't come that evening and it might not come for quite a while. That moment seemed so far away, as if it had happened years ago. It was as if that moment was on the other side of a large wall. In a sense, it really was that way.

On one side of the wall, there was Ginny: Harry Potter's girlfriend, wishing and dreaming that something wonderful would come her way. On the other side was Ginny: Harry Potter's fiancee, feeling as if she was the happiest girl in the entire world. It seemed as if they were strangers, waving at each other, but not knowing who the other really was. Now the wall had come tumbling down and both embraced each other and it felt as if they had known each other all of their lives.

Ginny cherished the ring and it was one of her most prized possessions. It had once belonged to someone that Harry barely knew, but loved just the same. If something had happened to it, it would be like she had betrayed Harry. In fact, the only time Ginny didn't have it on was when she was playing Quidditch. During that time it was in her locker, safe and sound.

Now it was Saturday, the day of Ginny's birthday party. In about five hours, Ginny's friends and family would be coming over, most of them seeing the house for the first time. Ginny knew that she and Harry would announce their engagement. It had been discussed the previous day. It was too important to be kept a secret. Besides, (and Harry had finally admitted this to her during that same discussion) Hermione and Ginny's father had known about Harry's plans anyway, and she was sure her mother knew about it as well. Harry told her that he had told his plans to Hermione, who had, in return, told him that he needed to speak to Ginny's father and get his permission.

For a little while, after this discussion, Ginny had wondered what it would have been like if her father had rejected Harry's request. Ginny would, of course, have been angry with her father, demanding to know why he had done such a thing and why he didn't trust Harry. She wondered if Harry would have gone through with it anyway, or would have put it off for another day. Of course it had turned out that Ginny's father had given his permission and everything was well.

During her discussion with Harry, they had also both decided that, like Ron and Hermione, they would put off their wedding for a while. They didn't need some celebration and a few words to confirm their love for each other. The wedding could wait, and why not? It wasn't like it would be illegal for Harry and Ginny to live together if they weren't married. Besides, it was almost as if they were already married, just without the celebration, words and official hoo-hah. Though there was still that one little factor...

Ginny was still sleeping in the spare bedroom. She knew (and the very thought made her heart skip a few beats) that, one day, it would become the bedroom of their future children, just as it had been the bedroom of James Potter when he was a child. For now it was Ginny's bedroom. There were times, usually when she was twirling the engagement ring on her finger, when she wondered just how long she would be sleeping in this bedroom. If her mother knew what she was thinking, she would have gone mental, but Ginny couldn't help it. Surely it was okay. in modern society, for a man and woman to sleep in the same bed when they were engaged. So why hadn't the subject been brought up?

There were times when Ginny wanted to bring it up, and she would get a few words out and Harry would change the subject. Of course, in all fairness towards Harry, there were times that Ginny was sure Harry was going to say something and she changed the subject. She also knew there were moments when Harry was standing outside her bedroom (in the nights she could see the shadows of his feet just under the door), and wondered if he was ever going to open the door and invite her to sleep in his bed with him. It hadn't happened yet, though. Though it didn't stop her from hoping. Every time she heard the creaking of Harry's footsteps as they passed her door, she wondered if that was the moment.

Of course, there was also the question regarding whether she would accept that invitation. She could hear her old friends, Right and Wrong, who hadn't shown their ugly faces since the night Harry proposed, arguing about whether she would accept or not. Sure, there was the fact that she really wanted to accept that invitation when it came. But there was also the thought (and the voice behind this thought usually sounded a lot like her mother) saying that she wasn't ready and that she should wait until she was Mrs. Harry Potter. It was what her mother and father had done. Her mother told her that fact all the time, and it had come up more and more during the last few days she had lived at the Burrow. Of course, she knew what her mother had really been thinking, had really been trying to say.

The thought itself made her blush. It wasn't like Ginny couldn't wait to take those steps of ultimate love with Harry. That fact, she was definitely sure of. She could wait, if only because she was a little scared about it. But if she slept in Harry's bed, it wasn't as if it meant they had to do that. Not everyone did. It was more about love and comfort than anything else. Ginny could imagine herself wrapped up in Harry's arms while she slept. She could imagine feeling his warmth, loving it even on the warmest of London nights. The morning after Harry had proposed to her, Ginny had woken up to find that she was cuddling her pillow in her arms. She had had a wonderful dream of Harry and wasn't too surprised to find that she had woken up in that position.

Ginny sat up, yawning and stretching, feeling her muscles wake up with her. She changed out of her pajamas and into clothes that were casual, but good enough for a nice family gathering as well. She walked out of her bedroom and then went downstairs. She found Harry cooking away in the kitchen.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Morning,” Harry said, though he didn't turn around, “I'm just making a simple breakfast. I'm also making food for the party, and it's taking up most of the kitchen.”

He laughed.

“I think I now know how your Mum feels when it comes to big parties,” he said.

“Can I help with anything?” Ginny asked.

“I thought you'd never ask,” Harry said, grinning.

Breakfast turned out to be French toast. Ginny was beginning on her second piece when Harry tore himself away from cooking and sat down to eat his breakfast.

“There is only one thing I don't want you to help me with,” Harry said, “I think you probably know what that is.”

“Hmm,” Ginny said, as if she was thinking very hard, “My cake?”

“Bingo,” Harry said.

Ginny grinned.

“Ares returned about thirty minutes ago,” Harry said, “He gobbled up his food and buried his head under his wing.”

“That poor owl,” Ginny said. “He's been so busy.”

“How else was I going to get the invitations out?” Harry asked, “I can only do it by word-of-mouth to so many people.”

“How many people did you invite?!” Ginny asked.

“Not too many,” Harry said, shrugging, “The last letter Ares brought was from your brother Charlie.”

Ginny knew what Harry was going to say before he said it.

“He had to decline,” Harry said. “One of the dragons just gave birth last night. I imagine it was quite hectic. But Ares was carrying a small box in his talons, as well as the letter. I'd imagine it is your gift.”

“Can I have it?” Ginny asked.

“Not until the party,” Harry said.

“Fine,” Ginny said, sighing.

“Are you nervous?” Harry asked.

Ginny didn't have to ask what Harry had meant.

“I thought we discussed that yesterday,” Ginny said.

“We did,” Harry said, “But you might have changed your mind.”

“Of course I'm nervous, Harry,” Ginny said, “We're going to be announcing our engagement to everyone we know and love.”

“You're not regretting that –?” Harry began.

“No!” Ginny said, quickly, “Of course not. Harry, I've never been so happy in my entire life. That doesn't mean that I'm not as nervous as the dickens!”

“It's okay to be nervous,” Harry said, “To be honest, I'm surprised I can talk, given the fact that my stomach feels like it is in my throat. It's why I'm doing so much cooking. I'm hoping it will calm my nerves. But it doesn't mean I'm not happy about the whole thing.”

Ginny grinned. With her free hand, she reached across the table and covered Harry's free hand.

“Harry, my whole family loves you,” she said, “I know you know that. There are times when I'm sure my parents have already accepted you as an honorary Weasley.”

“Yeah I know,” Harry said, “I'm surprised I don't have red hair because of it.”

Ginny laughed. Harry laughed with her.

“There is no need to be nervous about their reaction,” Ginny said.

“Then why are you nervous?” Harry asked.

“Now that you mention it,” Ginny said, “I don't honestly know. Maybe because speaking about it will make it official. I mean, of course it was official before, but now everyone will know about it. It won't be something only the two of us know.”

“Don't forget the two dozen or so guests and employees at the restaurant,” Harry said, chortling, “And your team mates.”

“Oh, they don't know,” Ginny said, “I'm sure they guessed, given the fact that I am wearing a new piece of jewelry, but they haven't said anything. You didn't invite any of them to the party, did you?”

“Well, I did think of inviting Gwenog,” Harry said, “But I decided against it.”

Ginny nodded.

“Do you know how everyone is getting here?” she asked.

“Now that you mention it, no,” Harry said, “Though I'm sure they're all smart enough to not apparate onto our front lawn when it would be in the open view of Muggles. I also made George promise not to bring any of his fireworks. Those things are too magical and our neighbors would definitely notice.”

“I could definitely imagine him trying anyway,” Ginny said, laughing.

“You're probably right,” Harry said, “But we definitely don't need the Ministry invading the party.”

Ginny agreed with that.

It was eleven-thirty when the first guests arrived. Ron and Hermione arrived with Hermione's parents. By this time, Harry and Ginny had prepared most of the food for the party. The cake was in the oven, but Ginny had no idea what it looked like. As promised, Harry prepared that all by himself. Ginny hadn't been near the kitchen since Harry had started on it.

“The presents can just go in my bedroom for now,” Harry said, when Ron and Hermione walked in.

Ron and Hermione nodded. Both had gifts in their hands. They walked upstairs as Richard and Helen walked in.

“Oh, the game's on!” Richard said, grinning, “Great!”

Harry and Ginny had been watching the beginning of the England-France game while waiting for their guests.

“Now, Richard,” Helen said, “We're here for Ginny's party.”

“Oh, it's all right,” Harry said, “You're the first to arrive.”

Just as he said that, he heard a rumble behind him from the fireplace. Helen gave a cry of surprise when half the living room filled up with soot and ash.

“Mum, it's okay,” Hermione said, coming back down the stairs, “Someone's just arriving by the Floo Network remember.”

“I don't think I'll ever be used to that,” Helen said.

Harry cleared the debris away, and Mrs. Weasley appeared through it.

“Hi, Mum,” Ginny said, as her mother walked over to her and hugged her.

A moment later, Mr. Weasley arrived as well.

“Oh, great!” he said, after vanishing the soot and ash, “I was wondering if the Grangers would be here.”

“Mum, Dad,” Hermione said, “I don't know if you remember meeting Ron and Ginny's parents. It was quite a while ago. This is Arthur and Molly Weasley.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Richard said to Mr. Weasley.

A round of handshakes were offered and taken between the four adults.

“Tables are set up in the back if you want to get some fresh air,” Harry said, “I'll just wait here for our other guests.”

Harry, Ron and Richard stayed in the living room, while Ginny and Hermione escorted Helen and Mrs. Weasley to to the back yard. Ginny's father went upstairs to put the gifts up.

“We got tea and lemonade out here,” Ginny said, as she sat down in one of the many chairs on the stone patio.

“So how was your birthday, Ginny?” Mrs. Weasley asked.

“Oh, wonderful,” Ginny said.

She covered her hands casually so they wouldn't see her ring early. She and Harry only wanted to have to announce their engagement once.

“Harry took me to Bon Cherie,” she continued, as her father walked outside and took the empty chair near her mother.

“Oh, that place is lovely,” Helen said, “Richard and I go there all the time.”

“Yes, it was quite nice,” Ginny said.

“What did Harry get you for your birthday?” Mr. Weasley asked.

Ginny couldn't help but notice that Hermione was grinning. Had she seen the ring already, or did she just know that Harry had proposed. It was Hermione whom Harry had talked to about it first.

“Oh, nothing really,” Ginny said, “I think he was waiting for the party. Besides, the dinner was enough. I was really happy.”

The words of her announcement were on the tip of her tongue. Why had she been so nervous about it this morning and now it was like she couldn't wait to reveal it? Ginny wondered if Harry was having this much trouble keeping it secret until the right time came...

(Harry's PoV)

It turned out that Harry was too focused on the game to have to worry about a conversation.

“Regan gets out in the open and is the lone man for the English team!” the announcer on the television said, “He's heading for the goal, and only the goalie is in his way of a big score!”

“De Fuente is a big man,” Richard said, “They don't call him the French Wall for nothing. Regan's going to have some trouble getting that ball past him.”

Harry watched as Regan ran close to the goal and attempted a score. He watched in silence as the ball flew through the air right toward the goal. De Fuente hit the ball with his head, but he didn't hit it right. It went straight into the goal for the score! De Fuente suddenly fell to the ground.

“Score! Sc – oh!!!” the announcer exclaimed, “De Fuente only got a piece of that ball, and it looks like that piece hit him square in the face. That's a mean hit, folks, I hope he is okay.”

“That was quite the kick too,” Ron said.

“Yeah,” Richard said, “Regan's no wimpy kicker, I'll tell you that.”

“We're going to have to cut to a commercial break, folks,” the announcer said, “It looks like De Fuente may be going into the locker room. The score is England: 2, France: 0. See you on the other side of the break.”

“That's why I love the game of football, kids,” Richard said, “Never know what is going to happen.”

“Quidditch is just as unpredictable,” Harry said.

“Yeah,” Ron said, “And there are no back-up players either. If someone gets hit by a Bludger, it may be over for them.”

“No back-up?” Richard asked, “What if someone gets seriously injured?”

“It's been known to happen,” Ron said, “Half the time the team has to forfeit.”

“And they let school-kids play it?” Richard asked, “People as young as twelve?”

“Even younger in Harry's case,” Ron said, “He was the youngest Seeker at Hogwarts in a century.”

“Wow,” Richard said.

“Ah, it's nothing,” Harry said, “Ginny's the better Quidditch player. I'm better at protecting people, I guess.”

“Well,” Richard said, “For both the sake of the Muggle world and wizarding world, I hope there isn't another Dark Lord for a long time.”

“Hear, hear!” Ron said.

Just as Harry agreed, he heard a cracking sound coming from the back yard, followed by another one, then Mrs. Granger shrieking again. Richard made to get up, but Ron put a hand up.

“It's okay,” Ron said, “Someone just apparated into the back yard. I'm sure it just surprised your wife.”

“I'll see who it is,” Harry said, “Just stay here. It looks like the game is back on anyway.”

Harry stood up and walked into the backyard. George and Angelina were walking over to Ginny and the others.

“You had to apparate, didn't you, George?” Mrs. Weasley said, crossly, “ You just about gave Helen a heart-attack.”

“How was I supposed to know you were all near the apparation point?” George asked.

“It's all right,” Helen said, “I'm fine. Only spilled a little of my tea, but it's nothing to cry over.”

“There is only a couple more guests coming anyway,” Harry said, “And I know they'll be arriving by car.”

George went into the house, escaping his mother's gaze, as Angelina sat down near Ginny.

“Put the gifts upstairs in my bedroom,” Harry said, as he followed George back inside, “Upstairs and to the right.”

He walked back into the living room and rejoined Ron and Richard on the couch.

“Looks like De Fuente may have a concussion,” Richard said, “They brought in a new goalie. England's lucky. This new goalie isn't the best in the league, if you get my meaning.”

George returned a moment later. He joined Harry, Ron and Richard in the living room. It turned out George knew nothing about football, and Richard explained it to him. The four of them soon got into a deep discussion about football and Quidditch as the game played on.

It turned out the last guests were a few minutes late, by a knock on the door at fifteen after noon announced their arrival. Harry answered the door. It was Bill, Fleur and Victoire; the latter was sound asleep in the baby seat Bill was holding.

Harry heard a sharp ding as he let the new arrivals in and shut the door.

“That's the cake,” Harry said.

He told Bill where to put the gifts and walked into the kitchen. He took the cake out of the oven. It looked as good as any cake he had seen over the years. He put it in the fridge to cool and walked to the back yard.

“Could I get some help setting the table?” he asked Ginny and the others.

Ginny, Helen, and Mrs. Weasley all stood up to help. Mr. Weasley and Helen started to set up the two tables.

“Harry,” Fleur said, “Where's your bathroom? Looks like Victoire needs a change.”

“Upstairs,” Harry said, as he followed Ginny toward the kitchen, “First door on the left.”

After Helen and Mrs. Weasley walked out with a plate and pot of food each, Ginny kept Harry back.

“So when do you think we should tell them?” Ginny asked in a whisper.

“I don't know,” Harry whispered, shrugging, “During dinner? Maybe after?”

“We'll see how things go,” Ginny whispered, “To be honest, I'm not really nervous anymore. Are you?”

“Haven't thought about it,” Harry whispered, “I'll probably be nervous as it gets closer.”

Ginny grinned and kissed Harry on the cheek.

“No peeking in the fridge, birthday girl,” Harry said.

“My birthday was three days ago,” Ginny said.

“Still your party,” Harry said, “No peeking.”

Ginny frowned and took a couple of plates and a bag of silverware out to the back. Harry grabbed the last tray of food, as well as the tray of cups. He chose to frost the cake after lunch. Would his and Ginny's engagement be revealed by then, he wondered, as he brought the food out to the backyard.

(Ginny's PoV)

As lunch started, conversations began all around the table.

“So, George,” Ginny said, “Harry and I heard your advertisement on the radio a few days ago. When were you going to tell us about that?”

“There are still things called surprises in this world, sis,” George said, grinning, “And that isn't the only surprise. I'm happy to announce that by this time next Saturday, the Diagon Alley branch will be back open to its full potential, with a few new additions, of course. And not just new items, either.”

“You've hired some protection?” Mrs. Weasley asked, “Please tell me you have. I don't want to see another repeat of --”

“Relax, Mum,” George said, “The two guards that were at the Hogsmeade branch will be working at the local branch now, and two of their friends will be replacing them. All four are retired Aurors and have their own little protection agency.”

“Speaking of Aurors,” Mr. Weasley said, “Harry, Ron, how is training going?”

“Pretty well,” Harry said, “We have our first trial exam Monday.”

“Which reminds me, Ron,” Hermione said, “You need to do some studying for that tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ron said.

“How's Quidditch going, Ginny?” George asked.

“Oh, brilliant,” Ginny exclaimed, “I'm still kind of tired when I get home at night, but that is to be expected.”

“Any rivals?” Ron asked.

“A fellow Chaser,” Ginny said, “But it's more jealousy than anything. Yesterday, she intercepted a pass during one of the scoring practices, and Gwenog got pretty mad at her.”

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Angelina said, “I've been keeping touch with Oliver Wood, and I told him that you got a position on the Harpies. He told me that he was one of the scouts for Puddlemere United, and he was boasting about his team.”

“We'll see,” Ginny said, “We face them the first week of October.”

“That will definitely be your most challenging game,” George said.

“Hey!” Ron said, “She plays the Cannons first. That's not going to be easy either.”

Ron was surprised when nobody agreed with him. Throughout dinner, Ginny kept glancing at her ring and she was still pretty surprised that nobody had said anything about it. As everyone was getting finished with their meal, and their conversations heightened as they continued, Harry looked at Ginny, who knew what he was silently asking her. She nodded, and then he mouthed something. Ginny understood it as “Do you want to tell them or should I?” Ginny sighed and nodded her way. She then cleared her throat and looked around at her family and friends. At one point, she thought she heard the two small voices in her mind again, but it was just Richard and Ron talking about the football game and wondering who was winning. She stood up and looked around.

“I'd like to say something,” she said.

After a moment, everyone went silent.

“First of all,” she continued, “I'd like to thank you all for coming to my party. It's just wonderful. Um... as some of you know, Harry took me out to eat for my birthday on Wednesday.”

Feeling her throat tighten up a little, she paused and looked at Harry, who nodded.

“As we were waiting for our food,” she continued, “I kept wondering what kind of gift Harry might have gotten me. Well, I want to say that he gave me probably the best gift I've ever gotten. Mum, Dad, everyone... Harry and I are engaged to be married!”

She lifted up her hand and wiggled her ring finger. Mrs. Weasley squealed softly behind her hand and stood up. Fortunately she was on Ginny's side of the table, so she didn't have to go very far to hug Ginny, who barely heard the rest of the table giving their congratulations through her happy tears. Her mother let her go and Ginny looked around the table. Ron looked as if he had water in his ears, but he was smiling happily. Hermione had happy tears in her eyes, and George and Mr. Weasley were both patting Harry on the back, and hugging him.

After about five minutes of congratulations, (which consisted of everyone demanding Harry to tell them how he proposed, and Harry obliging) Harry disappeared from Ginny's view. He returned a moment later with a frosted cake. It was sort of like the cake Gwenog had given her. It was a Quaffle, except there was also a large golden ring of frosting around it. Ginny thought this might have been meant to mimic her ring. Everyone around the table, except Ginny, sang a hearty rendition of “Happy Birthday”. Afterward, Harry summoned the presents, which flew out of Harry's bedroom window and into a pile on the table.

Ginny started opening them. Harry's present, although Ginny had considered the ring to be better than anything else he could have given her, was a golden charm bracelet. The charms were a heart and a lightning bolt, and Harry told Ginny that there was also a security spell on it. If Ginny was in trouble, and was wearing the bracelet, Harry would feel a magic spark inside, and he could apparate to her position.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley gave her a watch that Mrs. Weasley had worn many times. They also gave her a basket of Mrs. Weasley's homemade goodies. Hermione gave her a bunch of magical items of the woman's variety (she said she found a new store in Diagon Alley that was perfect for it). Ron gave her a new deluxe broom polishing kit that came with a compass as well. George and Angelina gave her a goodie bag of things from the store, which was full of new items (“you got them before they hit the shelves!” George exclaimed). Bill and Fleur gave her a goblin-wrought golden necklace. Mr. and Mrs. Granger gave her a bunch of sugarless sweets and pastries. Charlie's gift, which Ares had brought back, was also a necklace, but this one had a genuine dragon's claw and tooth on it.

Richard, Harry, Ron and George disappeared quickly, and Ginny knew they were watching the end of the game. Ginny, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, Angelina and Mrs. Granger all cleaned up the plates, while Bill and Mr. Weasley put up the tables. Fleur, once again, had to attend to Victoire. All of the guests stayed for a few hours, having more discussions as the hours passed. Ron and Hermione were the last ones to remain at the house, after promising Hermione's parents that they could get home on their own. As Ginny sorted through her presents in her bedroom, she heard a knock on her door.

“Come in,” she said.

The door opened. Hermione walked in. Ginny smiled, and Hermione hugged her.

“Oh, congratulations once again,” Hermione said.

“Thanks,” Ginny said.

“I saw the ring when I first arrived,” Hermione said, “But of course I wasn't going to say anything. I knew it had probably happened, to be honest.”

“Yeah,” Ginny said, “Harry told me that he talked to you at the beginning of the month.”

“It was hard keeping a secret!” Hermione said, grinning, “Especially from Ron. I swear, I thought he had found out somehow. When Harry was talking to your father, Ron almost saw them. I know he would have figured it out then.”

“I had a feeling it was coming,” Ginny said.

“Did you ever think you'd say no?” Hermione asked.

“Well, there was that little voice in my mind saying I should say no,” Ginny said, “That I should wait for a while. But I was ready for it.”

“You and Harry are going to wait for a while to get married, right?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah,” Ginny said, “We're fine with it. Besides, something may happen. I mean, you never know... right?”

“Do you think something will happen?” Hermione asked.

“Of course not!” Ginny said, “I'm very happy being with Harry. Why?”

“No reason,” Hermione said, “Just the way you said it.”

“What about you and Ron?” Ginny asked.

“We're great,” Hermione said.

Ginny thought that Hermione was keeping something from her.

“What is it, Hermione?” Ginny asked, “I know there's something. Woman's intuition.”

“Ron and I are sleeping in the same bed,” Hermione said.

“Really?” Ginny asked, and she heard a tinge of jealousy in her voice, “Since when?”

“Since we first moved in,” Hermione said.

“That long?” Ginny asked.

“Yeah,” Hermione said, “I couldn't let Ron sleep on the couch. I would have felt bad.”

“Yeah,” Ginny said, “Have you... you know?”

“Of course not!” Hermione said, “We're definitely waiting for that.”

“Wonderful,” Ginny said, “Just don't tell me when you start. The last thing I need to hear is --”

She laughed, not being able to say any more.

“Agreed,” Hermione said, “You won't hear it from me.”

Ginny turned to her bed, and frowned. If Ron and Hermione were sleeping in the same bed, surely it'd be okay for her and Harry --

“Ginny,” Hermione said, “I know what you're thinking.”

“Hmm?” Ginny asked.

“Call it woman's intuition,” Hermione said, echoing Ginny, “You're a little upset that you're still in this bedroom.”

“Maybe a little,” Ginny said, “But it's okay. I mean, I can see why you and Ron are sharing your bed. It's the only bed there. I have my own bed. It's pretty comfortable.”

“Just not comfortable enough,” Hermione said.

Ginny sighed and nodded.

“Why don't you just talk to Harry?” Ginny asked.

“No,” Ginny said, shaking her head, “It's his decision. Besides...”

She grinned.

“I think he'll ask before too long,” Ginny said, “I notice at night, you know. When he stands outside my door. He's debating with himself.”

Hermione chuckled.

“That can usually take a long time, you know,” she said.

Ginny laughed and nodded.

“Well,” Hermione said, “I'll let you finish up. I better make sure Harry and Ron are behaving. I just wanted to congratulate you again.”

“Thanks, Hermione,” Ginny said.

“Oh, you deserve it,” Hermione said.

Ginny grinned. Hermione returned the grin and left the bedroom. Ginny sat on her bed and sighed, looking at her door.

Staring at the door isn't going to make it any quicker, you know. There it was again. The voice of Mr. Wrong.

“Shut up,” Ginny said, out loud and returned to opening her presents.

Chapter finished! Whew. I'm telling you. I had a tough time figuring out how to announce the engagement. It was more work than I thought. But I think it went well. As for when Ginny will get her next wish granted. Well, you'll just have to wait and see.

Next chapter will be the first of Harry and Ron's trial exams.

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