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Charlie landed a large paw on Harry's shoulder. Harry suddenly straightened up completely.
"So I hear you're dating my sister, Potter."
Harry nodded jerkily, his eyes tracking frantically around the room for an escape. Why oh why couldn't he be back riding that dragon out of Gringott's, or something similarly safe?
"All right, Potter. Let's lay down a couple of ground rules. One, you won't touch her until you're married. Two, you won't touch her after you're married. Three, typical wedding night rules are suspended in favour of not touching my baby sister and four – pay attention, Potter, four is the most important..."
Harry gulped. "Yes, sir?"
Charlie leaned in, a dangerous glimmer in his eye. "If I think you two do anything alone together other than play Gobstones, the Hungarian Horntail will seem like a simple walk in the park."
Harry kept nodding until Charlie left the room.
Hermione held out her hand giddily as Ginny cooed. Both giggled girlishly as they contemplated the ring that had finally found its way onto Hermione's finger.
"I'd ask to touch it, but I know where that's been," Ginny made an exaggerated face. Hermione blushed.
"Nothing I hadn't touched before anyway," she muttered quietly.
Ginny raised her eyebrows, unsure if she had heard her normally prudish sister-in-law-to-be properly. Hermione grinned at Ginny just a little bit and Ginny smiled back. Hermione wasn't Luna or anything, but maybe there was more there than Ginny had thought.
"So you knew all along what was bothering Ron?" Ginny sounded almost impressed. That was one huge prank.
Hermione shifted uncomfortably. She wouldn't have left Ron like that for that long. "George told me Ron had gotten a ring stuck – and where – the day after the fire, before I showed up at Harry's house. Sorry for that, by the way."
Ginny chuckled lightly. "Mrs. Hermione Weasley. Though of course, the wedding will never go through unless you dodge the family curse..."
Hermione froze, eyeing Ginny. "What curse?"