Harry gulped, straightening his tie. "It's alright, mate," said Ron, standing beside him. "Ginny's not gonna get cold feet." Harry pushed up his glasses. "I know, but now that Voldemort's dead and all... I just dunno what to do." Ron grinned. "Well, first off, you could marry her, and become my brother-in-law," he said. Harry gave a nervous laugh.
"Harry! Ron! It's time!" A female voice hissed. It was Hermoine, wearing a beautiful lavender maid-of-honor dress. "Blimey, Hermoine! Why don't you dress up like this at home?" Ron teased. Hermoine blushed. "Oh, Ronald! Just go out there!" And with that, the two men went down the altar, and stood to the left of the preacher. The organ started to play, and a hush fell over the room as Ginny walked out, looking beautiful in her white dress with its lavender sash, veil over her face, a bouquet of violets in her hand, her red hair in a bun. Harry's heart seemed to stop when he saw her. Finally, she arrived at the altar, Hermoine at her side.
After the boring "marriage speech", it came time for the vows. "Ginny, the times I've spent with you feel like a dream. I love you without ceasing, and I promise I will never, ever do anything to hurt you."
Ginny blinked back happy tears as she said her vows.
"Harry, my love for you started when I first saw you. In your presence, I've never felt happier. I love you more than life itself, and will always, always, ALWAYS love you." Next came the "I-dos".
"Do you, Harry Potter, take Ginny Weasley, as your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, 'till death do you part?" The fat old preacher asked Harry. "I do." Harry said.
Do you, Ginny Weasley, take Harry Potter, as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, 'till death do you part?"
"I do." Ginny said. A little boy brought out the rings. Harry slipped Ginny's on her finger, and she his. "I pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride." Harry leaned forward, and, without hesitation, kissed Ginny. Cries of joy and celebration were heard. As the two parted, they smiled at each other breathlessly. "I love you," said Harry. "That makes two of us." Said Ginny.
