It had been ever such a long build up and you could not believe that tomorrow was actually the day that you had been waiting months upon months for, the day that you and her would go into that building as two separate people but come out as one.

"Are you really sure that you actually want to do this?" Ginny sat perched on the edge of the sofa, nervously awaiting your response.

"Actually do what?" You knew exactly what she was referring to and she knew that.

"Be stuck with me... forever." For some reason you found that she was avoiding eye contact and there was the slightest of trembles in her voice. "You do know that once we go through with this, it becomes a whole lot harder for you to leave me, right?" Up until this point she had seemed so excited, planning everything down to the type of confetti that everybody would throw over the two of you.

"I guess it is a pretty good thing that I never want to leave you. I want nothing more than for you to be Mrs. Y/S/N." Her eyes shot up to meet yours from across the room.

"Excuse me?" Her tone had changed completely. "No no no, you become a Weasley, not the other way around." How was there no way you hadn't discussed this already?

"How come I have to become a Weasley? What is so bad about being a Y/S/N?" Ginny was now on her feet as were you.

"What is wrong with being a Y/S/N? What is right about it? Weasleys are renowned the wizarding world over! Breakthrough dragon research, entrepreneurs responsible for the best-known joke shop... well... ever and not to mention quidditch stars! What do you have huh? And yes, you have already told me the story of how you think your great-great grandmother or something may have invented the shower tidy."

"It was great aunt Sheila and she DID invent the shower tidy!" You protested, but once you said it out loud, it wasn't quite as good an argument as you thought it was inside your head.

"So, seems as Weasley is obviously a much cooler and more well respected name than yours, my vote is that we keep it." She knew that she was going to win this argument unless you stepped in with something big, a trump card that she could not argue against.

"I'll play you at monopoly for it?" Her eyes rolled so far back into her head she almost lost them.

"Really, this again?"

"Yep."

"...Fine."

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Written by Aaron.