I know barely anything about weddings. Sorry.
Hogwarts Assignment 3 Home Economics & Domestic Magic: Task #2: Write about a flower girl (the bridesmaid who throws flowers at a wedding).
Ginny could only stare at Hermione, jaw dropped. "Excuse me, could you repeat that again?" she asked. She must have heard her wrong.
"I said, Ron and I are getting married in two months. Didn't you know we were dating for a while?" Hermione said, giving Ginny a puzzled look.
She sighed frustratedly. "Of course I knew that. I meant the second part of your sentence."
Realization dawned on Hermione. "Ron wants you to be the flower girl. Don't blame me, it was entirely Ron's idea—"
"Bloody hell, Hermione, I'm only one year younger than you two! Why me, of all people?!"
Hermione only shrugged. "I suppose your brother just wanted to torment you one last time. Plus, I looked it up and there are no muggle nor wizarding laws that specify the required age for a flower girl."
Ginny frowned. "Why couldn't you two ask Gabrielle? Or some of the younger cousins? There are plenty of other eligible girls for the job," she said, making a mental list of every other possible flower girl before turning to leave the room. "No way I'm being the flower girl at your wedding. Find someone else for the job. Seeya."
"Wait, Ginny, there's another part to this. Ron agreed to let me set up a certain deal with you if I could get you to be our flower girl. You'll like it. I'm certain," Hermione said, beckoning her back.
Slowly, Ginny returned to where Hermione was standing. "Okay, so what is this amazing deal?"
"We'll help set you up—well, I will, no promises about Ron—with Harry at our wedding."
Now Ginny was definitely interested.
The two months flew by, and it was already time for the wedding. Ginny picked at her itchy dress with a scowl on her face that disappeared every time Hermione looked her way. She had already pleaded the brunette earlier that morning if she could back out, but it was too late.
She was also subtly focusing her attention on a certain black-haired man standing beside Ron up on the dais. Harry Potter was still as handsome as he was the first day that she had seen him at King's Cross Station. They had been dating at Hogwarts, but Harry not doing an Eighth Year meant that they had been forced to split up, since neither one of them could handle long-distance just yet.
Ginny still mooned over him like she was a bloody teenager, of course.
More and more guests filed in, and the wedding ceremony began. Ginny started dozing off ten minutes in.
"Ginny. Ginny! It's time to throw the flowers!" a voice hissed at her, ad she felt a sharp poke at her shoulder. Merlin, I must have fallen asleep for too long.
Embarrassedly, she dashed up to where the new couple was standing, and threw petals into the crowd with an awkward smile.
Guests started filing out of the hall and into the dining area where the party would be held. She felt a tap at her shoulder and whirled around, expecting to find Ron who would tease her endlessly.
But instead, she found herself face-to-face with Harry. Ginny blushed, unable to help herself. "Hey, Ginny, nice job at the wedding ceremony," he said, genuinely smiling at her.
"What are you talking about? I fell asleep for most of it, missed most of my cues, and was an all-around mess—"
Harry cut her off by tucking a small flower behind her ear. "You looked stunning, and your flower-throwing skills are enviable. Must be because you're a Chaser. Anyway, I'll see you on the dance floor later today, maybe?" he asked.
"I... Okay. See you on the dance floor, Harry."
