HINNY, FOREVER (BOOK 3 OF HINNY THROUGH THE YEARS)

The Celebratory Ball

I don't own any of the characters. All credit goes to the Epic J.K. Rowling of course and always.

Harry

That stuck up, pain in the arse Pardaig was a tough one to deal with. He kept adding pointers, asking me to assess them on the spot and give out my input. It was frustrating but I wasn't backing down either. I thought on the spot and left the room, with declaration of the officers' positions during the event. It was by the stage and around the table where their Delegate would sit. I could cover the rest of the hall and the other Delegates. I headed straight for my office but found Minister Kingsley waiting outside.

"A word, Potter?" He asked.

I nodded and let him in my office. He took a chair across my desk and I sat on mine.

"I see the preparations are going well for the party?"

"Yes. The Irish Officers have been briefed, I will catch up the rest of the team tomorrow."

"Very well. Say, are you sure, you want to keep up with this? I don't find you at home these days." He smiled kindly.

"Of course, Minister. I'm up for this. It's just a large team and big event. I don't wish to let the British Ministry down."

"That's noble of you."

"Thank you."

"I've just come from the British Irish League Final today." He nodded, "Your wife's won." My face cracked a huge smile. That's my wife. Brilliant and a winner.

"I'll be sure to congratulate her for you."

"Sounds good. I must ask you to take your leave now, Potter. It's late."

"Yes." I nodded. We shook hands and he left. As soon as he did, I trembled with joy and clapped like a child in my room. I knew she could do it! Composing myself and running fingers through my hair, I shut my office down and headed for the chimney. Mrs. Weasley'd ordered everyone to meet at the Burrow after the game, no matter what the result be, either a congratulatory or 'you played well and made it the finals' party. I quickly flamed to the chimney and came face to face with a busy and cheerful burrow. A party. Hmm, expected. My eyes surveyed the area and squinted at the sight of some men walking around that I'd never met before.

"Harry!" I turned and Mrs. Weasley engulfed me in a hug.

"Hello." I chuckled.

"Congratulations." She beamed.

"You as well." I smiled, "Say where's the star?"

"Oh, look around, last I saw her with that Benjy boy."

"Benjy?" I cocked a brow.

"Oh, yes. Excuse me dear." She walked past me and I looked around for her.

"So, you've made it. Party's almost over." I heard, Hermione stood grim behind me.

"Look, the meeting was important."

"Sure it was. Your wife just played the most important game of her life. A different position. An injured elbow and not just that, she saved a life tonight. But look at you, walking around like you were here the whole time."

"Hermione, you're being ridiculous. Ginny knows that I would never miss her games on purpose, now would I?"

"I don't know, maybe you are."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. She means nothing." Ron came beside her, holding Rose, all bright and happy. I looked between them with a clenched jaw, "Say hi to uncle Harry, Rose." His voice had a waver in it but I caressed Rose's cheek and greeted my niece. Hermione was still looking at me twisted.