As I walk down the aisle in my pure white dress, I see you standing there, your flaming red hair so much like the other man in my life. I wonder if I've chosen wrong, if I'll regret my choice later on.
Your smile, so bittersweet as you watch me approach, makes my heart tremble. I shiver as your intense gaze sears my soul. My steps falter as I feel the urge to stretch out my hand to you, and not my groom. For it is you I love the most. But how can I do that to my groom? How could I do it to your brother?
So I reach instead for Ron's hand. I smile tearfully at him (thank the gods he believes my tears are tears of joy). I say my vows to him. I promise to cherish him and our future children. I hide away my love for you, just as you've hidden your love for me. Our aching hearts will just stay aching, as I turn away from you, George. For it is your brother I've chosen, it's him I kiss.