It was June, a day hot and humid. Seated in the Burrow's kitchen, Harry couldn't think of much beyond finding a way to ensure that his face didn't melt off, forget about putting together the perfect wedding. The perfect Weasley wedding, at that – already at third in line (in contradiction to Bill's vow that his baby sister would be dead last among them to marry), there was significant pressure on both Harry and Ginny, particularly Ginny, to top what had come before.