A/N- Just a one shot I wrote in school to Taking Back Sunday's Divine Intervention. Enjoy the Harry/Ginnyness. Ignore any Americanisms. Reviews are great.
Divine Intervention
I stood here, in her backyard, staring up at her window. It's not like I had never done that before—only now it's twilight and I'm not waiting for her to sneak out of her room. I'm under this tent of pale fabric and I can see people moving around in her room. Her mother and Hermione probably. I suppress a laugh as I wonder what she's thrown at them already. Knowing her, she'd cast a Full Body Bind on her mother and the maid of honour and march herself down without any escorts. Guests were still finding their ways to their seats. A quartet was seated near me awaiting the signal to start playing. I could only imagine what Ginny looked like in her wedding dress; the dress was a heavily guarded secret. Only Hermione and Mrs. Weasley had seen it. It drove me crazy. I stole up to her room one day when she was at Diagon Alley for a peak only to be beaten off by a broom enchanted to act like a body guard.
Although all the guests have taken their seats, there are still some empty chairs. Ginny and I decided to leave open chairs for my parents, Fred, Dumbledore, Colin and our other close friends who had died in the war. The white lawn chairs popped out at me from the sea of color. There is also a fair amount of house elves there. Hermione invited every elf she had ever freed; Mrs. Weasley had an uphill battle keeping them out of the kitchen. Finally, she folded and allowed them to help her set up the garden. The elven magic transformed the yard into a twinkling, gnome free paradise. There was a cool light breeze—far nicer than the humid July heat outside the magical bubble.
My attention was drawn back to the window. No one seemed to be up there. The quartet started up and my heart started pounding. From behind me, Ron clapped a hand on my shoulder. Victoire floated down the aisle much like her mother did years before. She drizzles the ground with white petals before skipping off to her parents. She is followed by Luna and then Hermione. The girls' hair had been tamed into gentle waves. I could tell from the gasp behind me that Ron approved of Hermione's navy gown. I only had eyes for one woman though. My Ginny. Escorted by her father, Ginny was a vision in white. Her freckles shown through on her milky arms and the scarlet hair I loved so much was twisted back. Her face was uncovered. Her dress was pure white and simple; yet elegant and very Ginny. She was glowing. Her father kissed her and handed her to me. He had tears in his eyes as he stepped in front of us; one of the first things we had done after get engaged was to ask Arthur to officiate. Kingsley approved and granted him the power to do so.
I couldn't really tell you what Mr. Weasley said. I'm sure it had to do with love and friendship and adversary and it had Mrs. Weasley in tears but I was too focused on the beautiful woman at my side. All my life I had been waiting for a family—the family I always wanted, the family I never had. Now, officially, I was going to have one. Kissing Ginny for the first time as my wife, I knew that I didn't deserve her. How could someone like me get someone like her? I went and left her for a year and she still took me back. Maybe by some divine intervention; maybe Sirius came down and put a Confundus Charm and because of it she took me back and said yes, although I seriously hoped that wasn't the case. If this was all a dream, I never wanted to wake up. All I wanted to do for the rest of my life was hold her here in my arms. Divine intervention or not, I had finally found where I belonged.