"Stop shaking, Ron. Everything is going to be fine."
Ron Weasley looked away from his reflection in the mirror, to his best friend, Harry Potter.
"How would you know?" he asked Harry. "You don't know 'Mione like I do. You don't know that she won't change her mind and say no."
"You're right," Harry agreed. "I don't know her as well as you do. But I do know that once she makes up her mind, she sticks to it."
"If you're so sure..." Ron replied, as they walked out the door.
"You look beautiful, Hermione," said Ginny. "Ronald is going to be so pleased."
Hermione had just finished getting dressed, and was looking into the mirror. Behind her, Ginny was putting the finishing touches on her hair.
"Are you ready?" Ginny asked her.
"As ready as I'll ever be." Hermione replied. The pair walked out the door.
When Hermione reached the altar, and looked into his eyes, Ron knew his fears were for nothing. He could see the love in his beautiful bride's face, and knew she was his, forever.
Looking into each other's eyes, they both said "I do", and faced the crowed as Mr and Mrs Weasley for the first time