Ginny wasn't all that amused anymore either. When Harry looked away, she studied him for a moment longer before looking across the garden.
"Might as well," she said, starting to walk across the garden towards one of the gnomes favourite spots. "Mum won't call us in if she thinks we're helping and she'd be horrified if a gnome showed up during the wedding."
She couldn't think of anything else to say now. It was getting awkward again between them and Ginny hated it. If they'd never been together, she would have been fine, but now she knew what she was missing out on and it hurt to be apart. At least, it hurt her. Harry didn't seem to be affected at all, the bastard.