The Five Year Mark

~*~

One mile to every inch of

Your skin like porcelain

One pair of candy lips and

Your bubblegum tongue

'Cause if you want love

We'll make it

Swimming a deep sea

Of blankets

Take all your big plans

And break 'em

This is bound to be a while

-Your Body Is a Wonderland- John Mayer

~*~

All of the plans have been made, all of the invitations have been sent, and Mrs. Weasley has cried herself almost into dehydration. Again. The day had finally come when Harry and Ginny would come together as one, and begin their new life together.

Ginny would be wearing a dress that was cut and charmed so it would fit only her and those that she wanted to wear it. It was sleeveless and decorated with these little sparkly things that Hermione said Muggles call sequins. Ginny thought they were pretty and therefore insisted that she have some on her dress.

Harry would be wearing a black suit with a bright orange bow tie. No one really felt that this belonged, but it was the only way he could get Ron to stop bugging him about it. And besides, the groom is supposed to stand out from the rest of the males.

It was to be a small wedding, seeing as Ginny only had her family, and Harry really didn't have too many friends that weren't already related to Ginny and what little family he had wasn't really family, and weren't invited anyway. All of the Weasleys, except for Ron and Hermione, would be sitting on Ginny's side, and anyone else they could think of would be sitting on Harry's side. Ron and Hermione were going to be the Best-man and Maid of Honour.

~*~

"Oh! My darling little baby girl is all grown up!"

Mrs. Weasley had been crying since she had gotten in the car to go to the wedding and hadn't stopped except to tell Fred and George, who were the ushers, to fix their ties, which they had put on backwards, on purpose of course.

When they had gotten to the church, Ginny had pulled the twins aside.

"I don't want you two pulling any pranks today. This really means a lot to me and you know Mum will have your heads if you mess it up. Now I want you to go and disable anything you have set up to explode or anything. Go get rid of all your pranks. Now."

"OK, Gin, but let me just say one thing: You're acting more and more like Mum everyday."

The twins returned in a few minutes with their arms loaded down with whoopee cushions, screaming hymnbooks, and their other pranks that they managed to sneak past their mother.

"Good. Now, come with me and you're going to sit in every one of the seats, and kneel on everything yourselves to make sure."

They grumbled and followed. When they returned for the second time, they had three more whoopee cushions and some explode-on-contact rice.

~*~

As Hermione watched the guests file in, she checked them off of the list she was holding. There were all of the Weasleys and their children, Hagrid and Olympe, their son, Oliver and Cho, Dean and Lavender, their daughter, Seamus and Parvati, who were expecting, Neville and Hannah, their twin girls, Remus, some other friends who they had gone to school with, and Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall.

Professor Dumbledore had also brought along Fawkes and another phoenix, a female, named Firebell. Hermione noticed that Firebell look quite a bit larger than she had the last time she had seen her, but knew that it was just because of Fawkes. Naughty bird, thought Hermione, I never would have thought Fawkes would meet another phoenix who made him that happy. But then again, who am I to talk? Hermione looked quickly over to the sofa that Ron was leaning over and took a quick glance at Gabe, but soon resumed checking the list.

She had to remind Sirius and his wife Julia not to go in, as they would be filling in the position where Harry's parents would have been. Sirius' name had been cleared a few years ago, after Voldemort had been defeated, and he had met Julia at Pettigrew's hearing, she was the Auror who had caught Peter and therefore was very high on everyone's list of people to respect.

~*~

When it was time for the ceremony to start, they locked all of the ways into the church. The reporters had been trying to get in all day for a story, and only when Bill, complete with fang earring, spiked bracelet, dragonhide sleeveless vest, torn-at-the-knee jeans, and dragonhide combat boots, acted as a security guard did they stop trying to push their way in. Bill would change into his suit right before the ceremony started.

Thankfully, just about everyone had made the twins go through the seats before the guests had arrived, and everyone followed the directions given by Hermione to make the twins test their seat before they sat themselves. Fawkes and Firebell perched up at the front by the podiums, so everyone could see them clearly. When Ginny was just about to walk down the aisle, the lights dimmed. The phoenixes at the front were the main source of light, but their light was strong enough to reach all the way to the back where Ginny was standing, and it filled the rest of the room with a pale-gold glow all throughout the rest of the ceremony.

The rest of the ceremony went off without a hitch, and everyone made it out of the church without having a single prank pulled. Fred and George looked as if they were about to explode. They needed a certain amount of chaos everyday in order for them to stay...er...sane (A/N: as sane as they ever are, that is). However, Angelina and Katie were doing their best to keep their husbands' chaos level normal, and by the looks in the twins' eyes and on their faces, they were doing a fine job.

~*~

At the reception, Mrs Weasley had everyone check their food before they started eating. Everyone had done their best to keep the twins out of the kitchen, but no guaranties could be made. There were only two canary creams found, but throughout the night, three canaries that weren't there to start with showed up.

After everyone had eaten, the dancing started. You can just imagine how excited Fred, Angelina, George, and Katie were to have the chance to show off their haven't-changed-one-bit-since-they-were-sixteen-years-old dance moves. Everyone made a mental note to stay outside of a five foot radius from them at all times while on the dance floor.

As the DJ (who just happened to be Sirius, with an mischievous-looking grin on his face) had gotten the attention of the crowd, Harry and Ginny moved onto the dance floor and Sirius started the song. It was an odd song; it never seemed to finish one complete song before it started another.

I wake up in the morning,

Put on my face

Doesn't really matter

How I feel inside

This life is like a game sometimes

And then you came around me

The walls just disappeared

Nothing to surround me

Keep me from my fears

I'm unprotected

See how I've opened up

You've made me trust

I've never felt like this before

I'm naked around you

Does it show?

You see right thru me

And I can't hide

I'm naked around you

And it feels so right

I'm trying to remember

Why I was afraid

To be myself and let the

Covers fall away

Hot in.....

So hot in here...

So hot in.....

Oh

(Quiet background voice)

Wan' a 'lil bit of uh, uh, and a lil bit of uh, uh.

(Wan' a lil bit of uh, uh just a lil bit of uh, uh.

Wan' a lil bit of uh, uh just a lil bit of uh, uh.)

(Uh) I was like, good gracious ass is bodacious

Oh, flirtatious, tryin' to show patience

I'm waitin' for the right time to shoot my steez (you know)

Waitin' for the right time to flash them keys

Then um I'm leavin', please believin' (oh)

Me and the rest of my heathens

Check it, got it locked at the top of the four seasons

Penthouse, roof top, birds I feedin'

No deceivin', nothin' up my sleeve and, no teasin'

I need you to get up, up on the dance floor

Give that man what he askin' for (oh)

Cuz I feel like bustin' loose and I feel like touchin' you (uh, uh)

And can't nobody stop the juice so baby tell me what's the use

I say

I think I love you baby...

I think I love you too...

I'm here to save you girl,

Come be in Shady's world,

I wanna grow together,

Let's let our love unfurl.

You know you want me baby,

You know I want you too,

They call me Superman,

I'm here to rescue you,

I wanna save you girl,

Come be in Shady's world...

You don't know how you met me

You don't know why,

You can't turn around and say good-bye

All you know

Is when I'm with you I make you free

And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea

I'm singing

Follow me, and

Everything is alright

I'll be the one

To tuck you in at night

And if you

Want to leave

I can guarantee

You won't find nobody

Else like me

Baby you're all that I want

When you're lyin' here in my arms

I'm findin' it hard to believe

We're in heaven

And lovin' is all that I need

And I found it there in your heart

It isn't too hard to see

We're in heaven

With that, the song ended and Gin and Harry pulled apart. Fred and George had made their way up to the DJ's booth and had just convinced Sirius to let them have the mic and the stereo.

"Hullo all," George said. "Just on the off-chance that some of you might not know who we are, we're Gin's older twin brothers, and the greatest pranksters since the famous Marauders, if we do say so ourselves," They beamed at Sirius and Remus, the only remaining Marauders.

"Pretty much, we're only up on this stage thingy right now for two reasons," Fred put in.

"Yes. Reason One: To provide you, the guests, with funny, entertaining, and foul music," George started.

"And Reason Two: To embarrass the living Hell out of our baby sister, Virginia. Better known as Ginny,"

"Gin,"

"Squirt, "

"Monster, "

"And I believe every once-in-a-while Harry calls her 'Rapid-Fire.'"

The crowd laughed as Harry and Ginny's cheeks turned a bright crimson.

"I'm betting that you all have figured out our add-on reason for being up here. To embarrass the Hell out of Harry too."

"Also known as Midget, "

"Four-eyes, "

"Mop-head,"

"The-Boy-Who-Lived-But-You-Better-Not-Call-Him-That-If-You-Fancy-Keeping- Your-Face-The-Way-It-Is,"

"And there is a rumour floating around the Burrow that Gin also calls him 'Stallion.'"

Again, the crowd laughed as Gin and Harry shrunk down in their chairs, which only made the people laugh harder.

"But seriously folks, wait. Fred, what's the meaning of 'serious' again?"

"Why, I don't know, George. Why don't you ask old Perce in the far corner there?" Fred countered pointing.

George stepped a little to the left of the mic and shouted across the hall.

"Percy!! What's the meaning of 'serious'?"

"Why don't you look it up?!" Percy yelled back.

"I'm too lazy. Just tell me!!"

"It's the opposite of you and Fred! Non-Joking, Un-humorous, Studious!!" Everyone could tell that Percy was getting annoyed.

"Oh, Okay. Thanks Perce!"

Fred stepped up to the microphone from where he was standing while George interrogated Percy.

"Never mind whatever it was we were going to say before," there was an annoyed grumble from the back of the room. "Lets just get to some music. Everyone get out on the floor and we'll put on a song."

As they all followed directions, even Percy (who ended up being dragged there by his wife, Penny), the twins sifted through the stacks of music trying to find the song they wanted. When they found it, they had identical evil twin grins slapped across their faces. They got Fawkes to press the 'Play' button on their signal and went to stand in the middle of the floor. Everyone heard the music, but few could recognize it. Only the ones associated with Muggles in some way (I.E. Muggle born, Muggle job, Muggles-for-a-job, etc.) knew what it was and were trying unsuccessfully to hide their grins. When the twins started dancing the assigned moves to the song, Oliver leaned over to a red-faced-from-trying-not-to-laugh Harry and asked him.

"Harry, what is this song? You should know, it's your wedding."

"I know what song it is. I didn't think they would actually play it though."

"What is it?" Oliver was getting impatient.

"Well, in the Muggle-world, they call this song," He snickered a little. "They, the Muggles, call this song..." suspense, "' The Chicken Dance'." With that he couldn't hold it anymore and burst out laughing.

If you had been one of the ones actually watching the twins, you would have seen them, and Angelina and Katie, smacking their hands open and closed like chicken's beaks, flapping their arms like ducks trying to fly, shaking their tuxedo and dress-clad bottoms, and clapping while singing. It was an odd song. Most everyone there was thinking that it was the oddest song they had ever heard. Over and over they kept singing:

"I don't wanna be a chicken,

I don't wanna be a duck,

So I shake my butt.

Da na na na."

As the twins made an attempt to get Percy to dance, Harry and Ginny walked arm-in-arm over to where Ron and Herm, who was holding Gabe, were talking to Charlie and his wife, Clarise.

Clarise was a pretty woman, not exactly beautiful, but pretty all the same. She had light brown-gold hair pulled back into a French braid, clear blue eyes that tended to change colours in different light, and smooth, clear, soft skin that was tanned from working in Romania, where she worked at the same dragon camp as Charlie. That was how they had met. But what most people didn't know was that Clarise had a little secret talent that only she, Charlie, Michael, and her family knew about.

"Hi guys, whatcha doing?" Ginny asked when they reached the two couples.

"Just making fun of your brothers, Gin," Hermione replied jerking her thumb toward the dance floor.

Ginny thought she saw Clarise's eyes glow a soft pink of happiness, like the colour she always saw on Valentine's Day cards, when she locked eyes with her, but it was gone so soon the reckoned that she had just imagined it.

No one in the little group had seen Fred and George sneak up behind Clarise.

As the twins appeared behind her, Hermione thought she saw Clarise's eyes go from clear blue to a fiery red, but she wasn't sure. She directed her attention back to the twins, who were still coming up slowly behind Clarise.

"Hello, Clarise," the twins said at the same time in a deep, airy, mysterious voice as they threw a burlap sack over her head and jumped around her. Clarise ripped off the sack and looked positively livid. Then, Clarise started to shake. Charlie sighed.

"Here we go again."

Almost at once, Clarise's festive, short, blue dress became long, black and flowy. Her skin became almost deathly pale and her wavy, shoulder-length hair became long, jet-black and straight. Her eyes glowed red just before Charlie muttered, "I'd run, boys."

In place of the usual happy and smiling Clarise stood a tall, pale, Gothic-looking woman in a dress that covered almost all of her skin. On the area surrounding her neck and chest (A/N: not breasts, chest. As in, above her breasts but below her neck, you sick-minded teenage boys. Not that I can talk, really...), there was this thin, fishnet material, making her skin a greyish colour, starting at a ripped neckline and extending to the end of the palm of her hand.

The music cut off and everyone had turned to see what the commotion was. When they spotted Charlie's wife towering over the Weasley twins, they all stared transfixed at the uncommon image.

Clarise turned on her heel and glared at the twins. For the first time since Fred, George, and Ron had been caught flying the car to pick up Harry from the Muggles before their fourth year, the twins cowered under the glare of a female. Clarise's voice had dropped about an octave and a half.

"Answer me something, boys. Do you have any children?"

"Expecting," Fred answered.

"No, not yet," was George's answer.

"Well, if you fancy ever having kids, or having any more, you better not ever pull a prank on me again. I am known throughout my family and my job for sticking to my promises. And let me tell you, if you ever prank me again, I will make sure that you are never able to produce offspring ever again." She clenched and unclenched her hands menacingly. A few of her knuckles cracked.

As everyone saw them nod fanatically at her warning, the crowd applauded enthusiastically. Clarise changed back into her regular self and turned back to Herm, Ron, Ginny, and Harry, all of whom were staring like teenage boys at a woman in a nude magazine.

"What are you all staring at? Oh, right, my little 'problem.' Well, now you all know, I'm a rare type of shape-shifter. My appearance is based on my mood. When I'm happy I look more or less like this, when I'm angry I look like a Goth, when I'm sad I look like a wounded soldier, etc..."

"If you think that little outburst was bad, try living with her. There are some up sides though," he grinned and looked lost in memories for a moment. But then he shook his head as if shaking off water and continued, "When we're shagging she-" he was cut off by a slightly red-eyed Clarise and a groan from his thirteen-year-old son, Michael.

"Eugh, Dad!! I did not need to hear that!! Now I have this bloody repulsive mental image of you two shagging that I really didn't need!!"

"Michael! Watch your language!" Clarise's eyes were red again.

"See, Ron. He's not even yours and you're influencing him to use foul language."

"I didn't get it from Uncle Ron, Aunt Hermione. I got it from hanging around with Uncles Bill, Fred, and Geor-" a hand was suddenly clapped over Michael's mouth and he could be seen being dragged into the hallway by Fred, George, and Bill, closely followed by Angelina, Katie, and Fleur, who was looking like she would sprout wings and a beak any minute and start throwing balls of fire.

As a flame-ball appeared in Fleur's hand, the oh-so-loved choir popped up on the stage and sung:

Goodness gracious! Great Balls of Fire!!

And popped away as soon as they had popped in.

"Bloody author's vision," Ron muttered as he turned and wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist. "But, you know, if we wanted to, Fleur isn't the only one who can have balls of fire..." he trailed off hopefully.

"Ron, not here. Today is for Ginny and Harry. We can play when we get home." At Ron's disappointed look she added, "Maybe we can get the go-ahead to leave a few minutes early?" Ron looked a little happier after she said this, but he never had been one of the patient. "Would you settle for a quick snog in a corner?" Ron brightened considerably at this. "But it would have to be very quick. They're going to be doing the bouquet and garter soon."

"You know I wanna snog in a corner, and I know we have to be quick. So, to quote a band director from a Muggle school I visited with Dad once, 'Hop to it, let's do it.' But when he said it, it sounded really wrong seeing as he said that to two girls who obviously didn't want to be there." And he picked her up as if she weighed nothing more than a rag doll and carried her out into the hallway, so as to not take too much attention from the newly married couple.

When they arrived in the hallway, the saw Bill, Fred, and George fending off Fleur, Angelina, and Katie. Fleur was screeching at Bill in French, but judging by the look of panic on his face, he obviously knew what she was saying. Angelina and Katie were speaking very fast, but Fred and George caught every word. It was a bit funny actually, seeing Fred cower under a pregnant Angelina. Katie, who was not pregnant, looked as if she was telling George that he would get no kisses or shows of affection for a while, and that he had better not even think of the alternative. Michael was looking torn between laughing his arse off and running away in fear, so he settled for backing away from the scene, past Ron and Hermione, and back into the main room, all the while laughing like a maniac.

Ron felt, more than heard, Hermione giggle.

"I told the girls about your punishment after we were found at Fred's pool. They all agreed that it was a good punishment, but they all denied ever having to use it in the future. Oh how I can rub it in." Hermione got an evil-looking smirk on her face.

"Don't smirk, 'Mione. It reminds me of Malfoy. And I really don't wanna be thinking of him right now."

"Of course. I'm done smirking now, I just had to get that out."

"Stop talking." And with that, he covered her mouth with his and much snogging followed.

~*~

Back inside the main room, the guests had stood stupidly for a moment, and then burst out laughing. It wasn't every day one got to see Fred and George Weasley cower under the gaze of a ten-foot tall shape shifter.

~*~

Ron and Hermione came back in about ten minutes later, both looking a bit more dishevelled than they had before, though no one noticed. Or if they did, they chose to keep it to themselves.

Ron, Harry, Seamus, and Dean disappeared for a few minutes, but when they came back no one was expecting what they saw.

All four of them were dressed like Muggle-American punk rockers. They were wearing black ripped shirts with sayings such as "I see dumb people" "You say 'PSYCHO' like it's a bad thing..." "I think, therefore I have a headache" and "Hooked on Fonix dun good four mee." printed on them. Their black jeans were all too large for the thin frames of the men who were wearing them, with large pockets, chains, and the top waistband of their boxers poking out the top. Their arms and necks were bedecked in spiked bands and safety pin chains, and their hair had been gelled and spiked.

They all walked over to the stage, which had been cleared of the DJ equipment, and replaced with three guitars, a drum set, and four microphones.

Harry walked up to the mic positioned in the centre on the stage and cleared his throat to get the crowd's attention. When everyone, including the six who had been out in the hall getting yelled at and doing the yelling, was looking at him, he said,

"Er, hullo. This is sorta a combined gift from the four of us to Ginny. Gin was saying a while ago that it would be funny if we got up and sang at the wedding. I thought about it and I figured "Eh, why not?" So, here we are. I picked two songs for today, the first one because I think that it's ironic that it reflects my situation so well.

"Well, you got your wish, Gin. Tell us if we completely suck at this, or if we only mildly suck. Here goes nothing." With that, he picked up his guitar, cast a worried glance at the other guys, and the band started.

Always see it on TV,

Or read it in the magazines,

Celebrities who want sympathy,

All they do is piss and moan,

Inside the Rolling Stone,

Talkin' about,

How hard life can be,

I'd like to see them spend a week,

Living life out on the streets,

I don't think they would survive,

If they could spend a day or two,

Walking in someone else's shoes,

I think they'd stumble and they'd fall,

They would fall,

Life styles of the rich and the famous,

They're always complaining, always complaining,

If money is such a problem,

Well they got mansions,

Think we should rob them,

Did you no if you were famous you could kill your wife,

And there's no such thing as 25 to life,

As long as you got the cash to pay for Cochran,

Did you know if you were caught,

And you were smoking crack,

McDonalds wouldn't even wanna take you back,

You could always just run for mayor of D.C.

I'd like to see them spend a week,

Living life out on the streets,

I don't think they would survive,

If they could spend a day or two,

Walking in someone else's shoes,

I think they'd stumble and they'd fall,

They would fall,

Lifestyles of the rich and the famous,

They're always complain', always complaining,

If money is such a problem,

Well they got mansions,

Think we should rob them,

Lifestyles of the rich and the famous,

We'll take clothes, cash, cars, and homes,

Just stop complaining,

Life styles of the rich and famous,

Life styles of the rich and famous,

Life styles of the rich and famous

"For the record, I would never even think of killing Gin, so can you back off a bit please?" The rest of the Weasleys had been inching towards Harry, but stopped as he clarified that those were just the words to the song, and that he didn't want to kill Ginny. "I think this next song because I think it applies to Gin, and because it applies to the entire family that I just married into, despite the gender references."

"I also think that it applies to 'Mione," Ron added in as he adjusted his guitar a bit. And then they started the second and final song they were going to perform.

She's got tattoos and piercings

She like Minor Threat, she likes Social Distortion

My girl's a hot girl

A hood rat who needs an attitude adjustment

Christina wouldn't wanna meet her

She hates you Britney so you better run for cover

My girl's a hot girl

A riot girl and she's angry at the world

Emergency call 911,

She's pissed off at everyone

Police, Rescue, FBI

she wants a riot, she wants a riot

And everywhere we go she gets us thrown out constantly

But that's OK 'cause I know, I know

I know my baby would do anything for me,

yeah

Christina wouldn't wanna meet her

She hates you Britney so you better run for cover

My girl's a hot girl

A riot girl and she's takin' on the world

Emergency call 911,

She's pissed off at everyone

Police, Rescue, FBI

She wants a riot, she wants a riot

She wants a riot, she wants a riot

Don't you know that all I really want

is you?

Gotta know that all I really want

is you!

Emergency call 911,

She's pissed off at everyone

Police, Rescue, FBI

She wants a riot, she wants a riot

Emergency call 911,

she wants a riot, she wants a riot

Police, rescue, FBI

she wants a riot, she wants a riot

As the final cord faded out, the crowd burst into applause, and Ginny and Hermione came up onto the stage.

"Oh, Harry, that was wonderful! I'm surprised you even remembered that!" Ginny said into Harry's chest.

"Ron! I don't want everyone knowing about that! I wasn't thinking properly when I got that, and you don't need to go announcing to everyone about it!" scolded Hermione in and undertone.

"Oh," said Ron, setting down his guitar. "So you mean that you don't want everyone to know that you actually are capable of getting wasted and going out to get a tattoo on your b--" Ron was cut off by Hermione's mouth over his, and they began another snog session until Dean prodded them with one of his drumsticks to get them to stop.

"Sorry," Ron said wiping his mouth on his wrist. "Hold on. No I'm not. Get back here," and he made a grab for Hermione, who was getting down from the stage, but missed and ended up chasing her out into the hall, where they resumed with their previous activity.

"Well, that's my brother for you," commented Ginny, who still had her arms wrapped around Harry's waist.

"Yeah," Harry replied, but then leaned down to her and whispered in her ear, "Though you're not exactly one to talk, now are you, Rapid?"

"Stal, there's a microphone right in front of us!" Ginny swatted at his arm.

"Oh, don't worry. We don't mind!" shouted Fred from the back of the room. "It just gives us more material for later pranking."

"Angie? Would you mind...?" Ginny asked of Angelina.

"Not at all Gin," and she smacked Fred on the side of the head, sending him sideways into George.

"Hey! I thought I was supposed to be the Beater!? You're the Chaser!"

"Well too bad! I'm a pregnant woman and I can be whatever I damn-well please!"

~*~

When Ron and Hermione came back into the room, the boys who had performed in the band were back in their tuxedos, and so was Ron, coincidently. Ginny was getting ready to throw the bouquet, but because there were so few single women, she had all of the women come out and the bouquet would have two meanings. If a single woman caught it, it would mean that she would be the next to get married. If a married woman caught it, she would be the next to shag with her husband. As it would happen, Hermione caught the bouquet, and as she glanced at Ron, she started to giggle a little more.

When Harry was taking off the garter, the same rules applied as with the bouquet. While Harry's head was still submerged in Ginny's dress, Ron started to chant,

"One...of...us. One...of...us." Then Fred and George joined in.

"One of...us. One of...us." Soon all of the Weasley men were chanting, getting faster and louder all the while.

"One of us. One of us. One of us. One of us. One of us. One of us. One of us. One of us. One of us. One of us. One of us. One of us..." They had all started stomping their feet and waving their fists in the air in rhythm to their chanting. The Weasley women were laughing too hard to tell the boys off.

When Harry came out from under Ginny's dress, Ginny was shaking from trying not to laugh, and Harry's face was as red as any of the Weasley's hair. But he stood up and shot the garter into the crowd regardless of the chanting Weasleys. Kenny, Bill's sixteen-year-old son, caught the garter and looked over at his girlfriend of two years, Sarah.

Kenny raised one hand, tilted his head to one side, and mouthed "now?" Then, he raised his other hand, tilted his head to the other side, and mouthed "later?"

In response, Sarah grinned and tilted her head towards the hallway. She got up and walked out, with Kenny on her heels.

~*~

Kenny and Sarah came back in just as Sirius was just about to play the final song. Harry and Ginny called everyone onto the floor and made one final announcement.

"We would just like to thank everyone for coming today," said Harry. "It really meant a lot to us. But we would especially like to thank Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Clarise, Katie, Angelina, Fleur, Sirius, and Michael, for providing entertainment, and Seamus and Dean for getting up with the band. Also Ron and Hermione, for being my Best Man, and Ginny's Maid of Honour, for getting up with the band, and for showing us something: Even if we may bicker a lot, we'll always end up together in the end. Also, that bickering can lead to some very fun activities, if you time the moment right."

"Now, let's get to this last song," said Ginny. "I don't know about you people, but I'm knackered. So lets get this song over with so we can all go home. There's still something me and Harry have to do before we can fall asleep, and if we're here too much longer, we'll both be too tired to perform properly. So, hit it, Sirius!"

On Ginny's cue, Sirius started the song and went to join his wife, Julia. Everyone was glad for the medium-tempo song, seeing as they were all as knackered as Ginny.

When the sun beats down
And burns the tar up on the roof
And your shoes get so hot
You wish your tired feet were fireproof

Under the boardwalk
Down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby
Is where I'll be

(Under the boardwalk) Out of the sun
(Under the boardwalk) We'll be having some fun
(Under the boardwalk) People walking above
(Under the boardwalk) We'll be making love
(Under the boardwalk, boardwalk)

>From the park you'll hear
The happy sound of a carousel
You can almost taste the hot dogs
And French fries they sell

Under the boardwalk
Down by the sea, yeah
On a blanket with my baby
Is where I'll be

(Under the boardwalk) Out of the sun
(Under the boardwalk) We'll be having some fun
(Under the boardwalk) People walking above
(Under the boardwalk) We'll be making love
(Under the boardwalk, boardwalk)

Oh, under the boardwalk
Down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby
Is where I'll be

(Under the boardwalk) Out of the sun
(Under the boardwalk) We'll be having some fun
(Under the boardwalk) People walking above
(Under the boardwalk) We'll be falling in love
(Under the boardwalk, boardwalk)

The song ended, and everyone gave Gin and Harry one last "Congratulations" as they left.

~*~

"Now," Hermione said, as she walked into her and Ron's room, having just put Gabe in his crib. "I believe I promised you something when we were at the reception?"

"Yes, I believe you did. So get over here, Miss Behaving."

Ron and Hermione shagged like there was no tomorrow, though they were careful not to be too loud so as to not wake Gabe.

A few blocks down, at Gin and Harry's flat, Stallion and Rapid-Fire were doing the same, though without the factor of a sleeping baby across the hall that they had to mind....

However, they had forgotten the factor of neighbours, and in every flat expect theirs, the lights were coming on one-by-one. It didn't take a genius to figure out who was making all the noise. All you had to do was stick your head out of the window and see which set of lights were not on, or, which flat didn't have people hanging out of the window, trying to see what the noise was.

~*~