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The next morning, Harry and I stand in the kitchen, grabbing a quick bite to eat before helping with the wedding preparations. I sip on a cup of coffee while he eats an apple.

The Daily Prophet flies in, landing on the counter top. The headline reads, "Dumbledore's Dark Secrets." I pick it up and the face of Rita Skeeter grins up at me, holding a book entitled "The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore. A bit further down, a mother headline states "Think You Know Dumbledore? Think Again!" I slam the paper face down on the counter. Blood boiling and take another sip of my coffee.

Ginny then walks down the stairs, completely ignoring my presence and going up to Harry. "We're you going to tell me?"

Harry turns and sees her in a beautiful dress. "Yes."

"And Ron, Hermione, and Mia. They'll not be going back to Hogwarts either?" Harry stares at her. She looks excruciatingly beautiful in the light streaming through the window. "I see."

"Dumbledore didn't want anyone to know what it is we're doing. If I tell you, I'd be betraying him." He tells her. She looks down.

"Zip me up, will you." She turns. The dress is open to the small of her back. Harry steps forward and takes the zipper. As the panels close, concealing her skin, his fingers linger at the top, lightly brushing the nape of her neck. They stand like this, utterly still, the moment fraught. "Seems silly, doesn't it? A wedding. Given everything that's going on."

"Maybe that's the best reason to have it. Because of everything that's going on."

Her chin turns, coming into profile, her face very close. Then she folds into him and they are kissing. Long. Deep.

George wanders in brushing his teeth, pours himself a cup of tea and, sticking the toothbrush in his ear-hole, leans back against the stove for a sip. He looks over at me with a grin that says "finally" and I nod in agreement.

Ginny, sensing something, opens her eyes and jumps. Harry wheels. George winks, tips his cup in their direction.

"Morning."

"Morning." Harry clears his throat. Ginny smiles at me and comes up to me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Hello, Mia. I didn't see you there." I smile at her uncomfortable grin. I glance between her and my brother.

"No need to explain." I smirk. I notice her cheeks blushing, becoming a bright red, redder then her hair. "Why don't you help me get ready?"

She smiles, in thanks for coming up with a plan to get her out of there. I grab her hand and lead her up to our shared room. I don't have any dresses, so she lets me look through a selection in her closet.

"Mia?" She questions, looking terrified. "You don't mind, do you? Me and Harry?"

"Are you kidding?" I smile. "You're about the only person in this world that I'd allow to be with my brother."

"Really?" She asks, a little confused.

"I mean, you're one of my best friends, Ginny." I tell her, engulfing her in a hug. "I can trust you whole heartedly."

She smiles and squeezes me tight. We let go and I continue to search through her closet.

"Plus, Harry lucked out." I tell her. "You are out of his league. In fact, how did he manage to get you?"

She nudges my arm and we laugh.

"I really like him, Mia." She smiles, looking through her dresses.

"I know you do." I assure her. "And trust me, he likes you too."

She blushes once more and pulls out a beautiful mint green dress. She holds it up to my body and smiles.

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