His hair was neat. No really, it was actually neat. Harry had no idea what Hermione had used on it but it was actually lying flat and glossy instead of sticking out in all possible directions. This would be really nice, if it didn't irk him so much. Harry had gotten to like his hair and the way it defied gravity and all hair products known to man (muggles and wizards), or so he thought.
His fingers twitched. Ron shot him a warning look. Oh sod it! It was only for one day. This day .this incredibly important….hell! now he was feeling sick
The music suddenly swelled and the crowd hushed. Harry turned around to watch Ginny float down the aisle in a stunning bridal gown. He took her hand and lifted her veil sure that she'd never looked this beautiful. Totally worth the hair. Ginny on the other hand was scrutinising his him, her eyebrow cocked incredulously. Not the expression he was aiming for. In fact several notches down from overwhelmed, which was what he was hoping for. But when she turned back to him after handing her bouquet to Luna her lips were curved in amusement. Relief flooded him, quickly turning to surprise as she leaned towards him her smile growing wider. She captured his gaze with her warm brown eyes, reached up, and ruffled his hair.
The crowd tittered. Harry stared dumbstruck as Ginny finished and winked at him. He felt an answering smile forming on his face. Hermione and Mrs Weasely were going to kill them.
They turned towards the minister, grinning like the idiots they were.