Wedding Night

Ginny turned from the mirror when she heard the noise at the window. Her face broke into a smile when she saw her groom-to-be sitting on the ledge. "Harry, what are you doing here?"

"I've waited my whole life to be this happy. I just can't wait any more." Harry jumped into the room. "Where's Hermione? I expected her to put all kinds of Enchantments around the house. She must be losing her touch."

"We were out of Butterbeer and snacks, so she went downstairs."Hey!" she squealed, as he grabbed her by the waist and planted a long, deep kiss on her mouth. "What about Ron? Wasn't he supposed to keep an eye on you as well?"

Harry winked, and set her down. "When I want to be, I can be like the Snitch; fast, and hard to catch. Besides, after a big meal, Ron’s down for the count. He's probably still listening to the replay of the Cannons match on the wireless."

"Seriously, Harry you can't stay here. Mum has impeccable hearing. If she even gets a sense that you're here, we're both done for, and you know you'll never hear the end of it from Hermione."

"All right then, I'll leave. But you're coming with me."

Ginny cocked her head, prepared to turn him down; but his tousled hair, sparkling green eyes and mischievous smile made him seem unbearably fanciable, and she simply couldn't say no. "I'm in my pajamas," she said, indicating the sleeveless yellow cotton top and matching short bottoms.

"Yes, and you look fantastic in them." Harry squeezed her buttocks, lifting her up against him, and she giggled. His hands slipped up her waist, and squeezed the sides of her breasts. "Ah, and no bra tonight. Even better.

She gave him a nudge. "All right, what's with you? You'd better not be drunk -- if you are, and on the night before our wedding, so help me, I'll Bat-Bogey Hex you into --"

"Actually I am drunk"

"Harry!" Ginny looked at him threateningly

"on you." He finished with a soft smile, and his cheeks flushed pink. He took her face in his hands, gently running his thumbs down the ridge of her jawline.

"Damn you, Potter," Ginny murmured softly, her eyes filling with tears. "Why do you have to be so---so---"

"stunningly brilliant?"

"Well, I was going to say irresistible." Ginny draped her arms around his neck, and curled her legs around his waist, fitting her body comfortably against his."We'd better go fast, Hermione will be back soon."

"Your wish is my command." Harry bent to kiss her, and the next thing she knew they were in the cramped, musty broomshed where the air smelled like wood and straw.

"Mmm, my favorite place. You think of everything," Ginny murmured, as he lifted her onto the table. He stood in front of her, fitting his body between her legs which she promptly wrapped around him. She lifted his glasses from his face, and set them down next to her; her fingers rifled through his hair which, judging by the way it slipped freely through her fingers, had recently been washed. He smelled like a combination of soap, Butterbeer and treacle tart.

"I can't believe we're getting married tomorrow," she said, gazing into his eyes.

"I can," Harry whispered. His tongue traced around the rim of her mouth. "I love you, Gin."

"Oh gods, I love you too" she echoed, just before his tongue slipped into her mouth, and his hands slipped up under her top to cup her breasts. Without even thinking, she quickly banished his shirt; he reciprocated by freeing her from her pajama top. She arched her neck, inhaling wood and dust as he fondled her erect nipples, his hands massaging her waist. His fingers slipped into the waistband of her pajamas, and he elicited a satisfied moan when he realized she wasn't wearing any panties, either.

"Oh bollocks," he murmured, his fingers flirting between her legs. "I'm a bloody nervous wreck. I want to marry you right now."

"Well, if we ran out on the wedding, Mum would hunt us down. I don't think you want to risk that." Nevertheless, Ginny smiled as his fingers finally found entrance, slowly massaging her while his mouth simultaneously teased her breasts.

"I didn't say no wedding, just that we could get married, with only us. We can still put on a big show for everyone tomorrow."

"That sounds amazing. We'd need a witness, though." She moved into the pressure of his fingers, and felt a thrill of warmth as his hardness touched her thigh.

"So if I got us a witness...." he looked at her through tousled bangs, his cheeks flushed, with a hopeful smile on his face.

"I'll make you a deal. Let's finish what we've started here, then we'll find a witness, and I'll marry you tonight."

"Fantastic," Harry said, and made quick work of banishing her pajama bottoms. She squirmed uncomfortably on the wood as her fingers worked the button and zipper on his jeans, but soon she'd freed him and he was sliding into her.

"I'd better not get splinters from this," she breathed, as she sank her teeth into the side of his neck.

"Well if you do, I'll have a marvelous time taking them out." Harry said, and kissed her

No sooner had they finished cleaning themselves up then came the sound of hushed whispers outside the shed.

"Bollocks, it's mum and dad!" Ginny exclaimed in a loud whisper, suddenly very conscious of her skimpy attire. "Now, we'll never be able to explain ourselves."

Harry put a finger to her lips and smiled. "Hang on" he said, then whipped his wand out of his back pocket. The shed door burst open suddenly, followed by a shriek and a loud bellow.

"Goodness Harry, you scared me to death!" Hermione jumped back, with her hand over her chest. She had what looked like a robe slung over her arm.

"Bloody hell, Harry do you have to do that?" Ron looked momentarily annoyed, then his cheeks flushed hotly when he saw Ginny in her pajamas. "Next time you want us to do something for you, can you wait until you're bloody well done doing that with my sister? There are some things I just don't want to know about.!

"Ron!" Hermione shot him a look, but was visibly trying to conceal a smile. Harry smirked.

"Oh shut it," Ginny quipped, and leaned against Harry. She batted her eyelashes coyly, and Ron made a face. "Now what are you two doing here, and what do you mean, 'doing something for you'? What's going on?"

"You said we needed witnesses right?" Harry looked at her and smiled. He traced his fingers down the curve of her jawline, and cupped her chin in his hand. "I figured there couldn't be anyone better than them."

"You're amazing," Ginny said quietly, and felt such a rush of emotion that she thought she might faint. Then she turned surprised eyes toward her brother and her best friend, both of whom nodded and grinned in return. Hermione stepped forward and handed Ginny the robe.

"At least it's white" she said. Ginny slipped the robe on over her pajamas; as the soft fabric slipped over her bare arms and brushed against her legs,it felt almost like she was putting on her wedding gown. She felt the same sense of anticipation that she had the first time she'd put on the gown - knowing that it would be the dress she wore when she became Mrs. Potter. It was almost overwhelming.

"So did you find the vicar?" Harry asked. His fingers slowly intertwined with Ginny's, and he squeezed her hand.

"Yeah, although he's not too happy about being woken up at this hour. So we'd better go before he falls back asleep again," Ron remarked.

"All right, then, let's go," Harry said. Ginny's heart pounded in her chest, and she could hardly breathe.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I know," Harry replied, and kissed her.

"All right already, enough with the snogging, let's go" Ron said impatiently, and the four of them Apparated into the night with a pop.

Part 2 "Becoming Mrs Potter" here