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The Dying Times	By : Psychi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1013 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The afternoon
of Bill and Fleur's wedding had finally arrived. The garden was in rare form
and everything was absolutely beautiful. Tom sat in an empty seat next to Ginny
in her mother's bedroom making gagging noises at the bride to be while her Mum
fawned over how beautiful the dresses were and how beautiful the flowers were
and oh, this is just the happiest day of my life.

"You can put me back in the diary now," he lamented.

Ginny covertly rubbed her nose, blocking her mouth from view and then whispered,
"Can't, it's destroyed, remember."

"Oh, yes. Potter." Tom pulled yet another sour face. "Remind me to
kill him for it, would you?"

"Will do."

"Ginny, deed you say something?" Fleur asked.

Tom cleared his non-existent throat. "Beautiful."

"I, um, said that you look beautiful," Ginny smiled up at her new sister in law,
earning a large grin from her mother.

"You should change, dear," her mum suggested.

Ginny looked at the sea-green, pouffy thing laying on the bed and tried not to
vomit. Tom started laughing. "But I don't want to get it dirty before the
ceremony," she protested feebly.

"The ceremony is in a leetle over an 'our," Fleur countered.

"Ginny come on, get dressed," her mother ordered.

She glanced over to her right to see Tom leaning back in his chair, now looking
at her intently. Ginny rose, walked over to the bed and grabbed the monstrosity
of a dress. "I'll just go change in the loo."

Her mum looked at Ginny as if she had grown a second head. "Don't be
ridiculous. The house is full of people, so you might as well change here," her
mum insisted.

"We are all girls," Fleur assured her. "Don't be so modest."

Tom remained suspiciously quiet and continued to stare at her.

"No really," Ginny faltered, "I can go find an empty room � "

"Ginevra Molly Weasley, I don't know what's gotten into you, but you give me one
good reason as to why you can't get dressed in here." Her mum had both eyebrows
raised and an expression on her face that had always been able to make Ginny do
anything. "You don't have a tatoo or anything, do you?"

"No, of course not, it's just that..." Ginny swallowed hard and tried to think
of what George or Fred would say, "I'm well...I..."

"Yes?"

"I think I might like girls!" It came out of Ginny's mouth before she could
even think about it and she could feel her face heating up to a nice bright
red. She could have kicked herself.

"Oh now this is going to be fun," Tom said with glee.

"You are a lesbian?" Fleur asked, eyes impossibly wide and 'Oh dear god,'
Ginny thought, her mother wasn't breathing.

"No...it's just that...I..." Ginny started to really panic. "Mum?"

Her mother took a deep breath and sat down heavily at the end of the bed. "Go
on and...and change somewhere else," she said in a soft, shocked voice.

Ginny only hesitated but a moment before fleeing the room, dress in hand. The
door shut behind her with a loud click and she ran straight into her father,
almost knocking him down.

"In a rush?" he said while lifting her back into her feet. He looked at her
with concern. "Something wrong?"

"No, I've just got to go change," she muttered and took off up the stairs. As
luck would have it, she found the first room she came to empty. She locked the
door and threw off her clothes, changing as quickly as she could before Tom
could reappear.

"Awful," he whispered in her ear just as she started to struggle with the zipper
in the back. "It clashes horribly with both your skin and your hair."

She jumped, shivers working their way up and down her spine, and tried to calm
herself. "You could at least help with the zipper."

His hands ghosted over her bare shoulders and she could feel his breath on her
neck. "No, I can't touch anything but you."

Ginny shrugged off his hands, stepped away and resumed twisting to pull up the
zipper in the back when she felt shakier hands grabbing the metal and bring it
up. She turned around quickly to find Harry staring at her sheepishly from
behind his spectacles.

"Sorry, it's just that," he fumbled for words. "I didn't mean... I was just
hiding from everyone else." She saw the invisibility cloak clutched in his hand
and understanding hit her. The room hadn't been empty after all.

"Oh."

"You look beautiful," Harry said dutifully.

"It's an awful dress," she admitted.

"Well...yes, but you're still beautiful."

Ginny felt herself blushing again and noticed Tom staring daggers at Harry from
the corner of her eye. "Do you think I could take a turn hiding under the
cloak?"

Harry grinned. "That bad out there?"

"I just told my mother I was a lesbian to escape playing dress-up with her and
Phlegm."

He burst into laughter and promptly handed over the shimmering fabric. "You
might want to consider wearing it through the ceremony in that case."

Ginny giggled and took the cloak. "Thank you. It'll help with the dress."

"Well, I'll just go then. I have to make sure we're all set for tonight."

"Are you staying for the reception?" she asked.

Harry shook his head. "Moody's going to take us back to Privet Drive and he
wants to leave early, so - "

"Goodbye then, in case I don't get to say it later." Ginny hugged him quickly
and then stepped back. "I don't think I'll actually be needing the cloak as
much as you will, so you might as well take it back."

"You can keep it safe for me, if you want."

"Alright. Just be careful."

"I'll will." Harry turned and opened the door. "Goodbye Ginny."

"Bye," she said as the door shut, still clutching the cloak.

"That was absolutely sickening," Tom sneered. "I don't know why you insist on
playing boyfriend and girlfriend with that fumbling half-blood."

"You're a half-blood," Ginny pointed out teasingly, "and besides, I like it when
you get all jealous."

"I am not jealous," he huffed before disappearing into thin air.

Ginny smiled smugly and wrapped the invisibility cloak around her and settled
down on George's old bed. 'Alone at last,' she thought. 'Well, as
alone as I ever get.'

Ginny got a full half hour of peace before she heard her name being called from
the hallway. Charlie had been sent to draw her out and she followed him down
dutifully and walked through the ceremony as if in a daze. The previous events
of the day had tired her out some, and before she knew it Fleur and Bill were
married, Ron, Hermione and Harry had portkeyed away from the Burrow with all
their things and she was standing by the punch bowl, listening to Mrs. Figg talk
about her cats and trying to nod in all the right places.

The fairy lights twinkled against the darkening night, nearly hypnotizing her.
Somewhere off, towards the edge of the property someone screamed.

Ginny was jolted out of her reverie in an instant as the people around her
simultaneously started pushing and shoving, some were trying to see what was
happening while other instinctively tried to run the other way. She jumped at a
particularly loud growl.

"Werewolves," Tom told her, looking slightly worried. "The wards around the
Burrow have fallen."

"How do you know?" she asked, not worrying about secrecy in the middle of the
chaos around her. A dementor swept overhead and a cold chill ran through her.

"Because they're getting though," he told her. "You're father would have had
this place guarded against such creatures."

She looked around for her father, but didn't actually see any of her family
members amidst the guests. "How?"

"Nevermind, just grab that cloak Potter gave you and run!" he ordered.

She took out the cloth she had stuffed into her purse and quickly wrapped it
around her. "The floo � "

"Would have been blocked before the attack. It's too easy an escape route." He
motioned for her to follow him through the throngs of people who seemed to take
an invisible being walking through the crowd as part of the attack and jumped
back, giving her room to navigate. "The werewolves can see through the cloak
and smell you despite it, so you need to go the other way."

They ended up on the north side and Ginny made a break for the woods.

"Faster," Tom urged her.

"I can't see through the cloak," she whispered frantically.

"Quiet!"

Her heart beat loudly in her chest and her breaths seem to grow only more harsh
and louder the more she tried to be silent. After a few minutes of running, she
found the small cave she had always hid in as a child when Fred and George were
looking for someone to experiment on and slipped inside the crevice. She could
see the burrow and the edge of the woods from her hiding spot. So many
different colored sparks of light illuminated the house that it looked as if
someone had let off Filibuster fireworks in their backyard, but the cloak
prevented her from seeing much more.

A crunching of leaves from the edge of the woods caught her attention, and she
started to call out to them, but abruptly stopped when she felt Tom's hand over
her mouth. A jet of bright green light hit the small man, a friend of her dad
from work, and he crumpled.

"I would have had Death Eaters in this part to catch anyone who tried to
escape," he whispered in her ear. "We'll be safest hiding here until they
apparate away. I would've set up some sort of ward to keep the dark creatures
from attacking my followers. Be quiet and keep your head down. Aurors will be
here soon."

Ginny nodded, trembling and trying desperately not to cry.
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