Prologue:
Harry rubbed Ginny's shoulders as they reclined on an elegant master bed. The bed was ivory with red rose petals scattered across the top. The walls of the room they were in were the lightest, gentlest shade of olive green one could imagine. That, combined with the ivory carpet, the ivory bed, the rose petals, the red plush pillows, the red furniture, and the crackling fireplace combined together to make Harry's and Ginny's honeymoon suite.
The wedding had been grand. It had been an outdoor wedding in a large open field. The wedding itself had taken place in a sort of overlarge gazebo. There were real fairies and to light up the dark of night. The whole place was decorated with gold, silver, and white gauze (Fleur, of course, helping with most of the decorating). Flowers and candles had been enchanted to sparkle and glisten and light up the whole place. There were muggle repelling charms set upon the whole thing. When all the work had been done the whole area was glowing, and shining, and sparkling, and glistening so much, it was enough to take anybody's breath away.
Hermione and Fleur had been their Bride's Maids. Ron had been their Best Man. At last minute they decided on Brigitte (Fleur and Bill's daughter) to be their flower girl and Fred Jr. (Fred and Angelina's son) to be their ring bearer.
To Harry, the only thing that made the scene more beautiful, was the sight of Ginny, her hair in a delicate French bun and her dress flowing and white. It had been the happiest day of Harry's life.
So now, the whole day was over. They had finished partying, and Harry and Ginny were married, and they were enjoying their first night as a married couple in their splendid honeymoon suite.
It was so surreal to be without worries or responsibilities after so long. As Harry sat on the bed he couldn't help reminiscing over the passed three years…