Set in the: Fred is not dead universe. Enjoy!

"Ugh, bugger!" Ginny exclaimed as she stared into the mirror, her hair in a giant knot, as Ginny had no hairstyling skills.

"Here let me fix it." Hermione walked over to Ginny and combed out her hair, scooping the smooth parts in her hand. When she was holding all of it, she separated it into two halves and started to to separate the top half into another two halves, she braided them until there was a bout five inches left then she twisted the halves into an intricate bun. She stuck three small daisies in the braid. "How's this?" She grabbed a small hand mirror and showed Ginny the back.

"It's perfect! Oh Hermione Jean! You are a life saver!" Ginny grinned and pulled her maid of honour into a hug.

"Now can someone help me?" Luna appeared, as almost out of thin air, pointing to her unzipped dress.

"I can do that!" Ginny ran over and zipped the dress up.

"Thanks!" Luna turned with a bit of skip in her step, and smiled at Hermione and Ginny.

Just then Mr Weasley, Fred, and George walked in, "It's time, Ladies."

Ginny, Hermione, and Luna walked over to the awaiting men. Ginny hooked her arm around her father's, and Hermione's around Fred.

Just before Luna was about to do the same with George, she leaned over and whispered in Hermione's ear, "Not to long and you'll be going down with Fred, eh?" Hermione blushed profusely and looked away, "He hasn't even asked me yet." Luna smiled smugly, and stood up tall, and then locked elbows with George.

The six of them walked into the hallway of the church and waited for the Wedding March to begin. After a moment of silence, the orchestra started to play, the flower girl, who was Victoire, Bill and Fleur's child, started to graze down the aisle. She scattered lilac petals, along with white roses, the official wedding arrangement. Then after she had made it halfway down, Luna stepped forward with George, and then Hermione with Fred. Everyone stared in awe at Luna and Hermione's dress, which was a collaborative effort between Hermione and Ginny to find, as both Hermione and Luna had to wear identical ones, and they had quite different styles.

Their dresses were royal blue at the bottom, slowly transcending into a pearl sheen at the top, which was strapless. It was slim and silk, with sparkly, silver flower decals at the bottom, stopping at mid thigh. They each had an elaborate bun at the top, which had small white flowers woven into it

But the real show stopper was Ginny's dress. The dress had a strapless sweetheart neckline, it extended into a simple and tight silk top. The skirt was sheer and layered, a tier down to the bottom. While it had no multiple colours, or elaborate decals, it drew attention, and made the attendees sit there with their jaw dropped, and their eyes wide.

The bridal party walked down to the alter, where Harry, and Ron, his best man, awaited. Arthur sat down when they reached it, and the women stood to the side behind Ginny, while Fred and George joined Ron.

Ginny stared into Harry's eyes, and the wedding begun...

"I do." Ginny answered, as she slipped a ring onto Harry's finger. And with that they leaned in they kissed, the first official one as husband and wife. All their friends and family erupted into applause, Fred and George being the most enthusiastic.

"Come on and join me for a dance!" Ginny begged as Hermione shook her head, sipping on a cherry syrup.

"Ugh... You're such a party pooper!" Ginny whined, "And it's my wedding!" She added, but Hermione still shook her head. "Ginny, I don't think I was a party pooper two nights ago at your hens' party." She grinned slightly, remembering the wild events that happened that night.

At this Ginny laughed fondly, reflecting on the happenings as well, "Oh yeah. Especially when you got up on the tabled and started to take off your-" Her sentence was interrupted by none other then the Fred Weasley himself.

"Hermione took what off?" He smirked, raising his eyebrows.

"Nothing, Fred. Don't you worry." Ginny said, before glancing at Harry who was dancing with her Aunt. "I have to go save Harry, but remember Fred, two red currant rums, and a few firewhiskies, and you are going to never wish you went drinking with 'Mione." With that she slipped off into the crowd.

"So, what happened?" Fred asked, grabbing a Butterbeer and sipping on it slowly.

"As Ginny said, nothing. It's for us girls to know." Hermione bit her lip, and smirked, taking a painfully slowly sip from her drink.

"Fine." Fred grumbled, "But if I ever get bored, I know now how to added a little spice."

"If you do that Weasley, you're going to wish you never did."

"Oh, Granger. You don't know me at all."

"Oh really? I think dating for four years would ensure me a vast amount a knowledge."

"Has it really been four years?"

"Yes." Hermione put her drink down and stood up, sticking out her hand for Fred to take in the process. "Now come let's dance."

"I thought you didn't want to?" Fred put down his Butterbeer and crossed his legs.

"Well, now I do." She tapped her toes, waiting for him to take hold of her hand. He obeyed her, and took her hand and stood up to join her. The two walked away from the tables and on to the dance floor, going into a slow waltz as the band was taking a break.

"Traitor!" Hermione heard Ginny yell, when she had started swaying back and forth. She just snickered slightly and continued on with Fred.

They apparated back to Hermione's apartment. As Fred shared the loft with George, and while they had separate bedrooms, Fred liked the privacy of Hermione's apartment. Hermione dropped down on to the couch the second they arrived in her flat. She was exhausted, it had been an extremely long day, and she couldn't bear to even stand for a second more. Hermione kicked off her heals, they made a loud clatter as they hit the oak floor. She curled up on the coach, her hand tucked under her left cheek. She closed her eyes and promptly fell asleep.

Fred smiled down at her, he walked into her bedroom, and grabbed the knitted blanket he gave her for Christmas, telling her he made it, even though he told his mum that he told Hermione that she made it, and wrapped it around her. He kissed her forehead and took a small velvet box out of his pocket, in it was a diamond ring, he took it out and slipped it around her left ring finger. He stood there for a moment, and then sat down in the arm chair, and fell right asleep, a smile on his face.

Fred awakened to a loud squeal, he smiled slightly, knowing the cause of it. He sat up and rubbed his neck, which was sore from where he slept.

"FRED WEASLEY! I DO!" Hermione screamed. She ran over to him and kissed him on his lips. Fred grinned and kissed her back. He streched his arms and yawned as he watched Hermione dash over to her desk and start to write multiple letters, which would be to her parents, Ginny and Harry, Ron and Lavender, and Luna and George. He heard a soft whimper and saw Crookshanks hiding under the kitchen table, obviously frightened from all the loud noises. He walked over to the kneazle-cat and attempted to pick him up. He hissed at Fred and pawed at him.

Fred shook his head, "Damned cat."

7 months later

"Ginny! This bugger of a dress won't zip up!" Hermione groaned, as her ginger friend walked over to her.

"Calm down, 'Mione. No need to stress over such small things." Ginny grabbed the zipper and slowly started to pull it upwards. "Plus my brother would think you're gorgeous regardless of how zipped up your dress it. He's a nutter for you. Plus, I think he'd prefer your dress unzipped, if you know what I mean." Ginny winked.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed that! The next one shot will be up either tomorrow or in ten/eleven days as I am going away to where there is no internet. Au Revior!