Harry rolled over to his fiancée, Ginny, and wrapped his arm around her. He had originally planned to be staying with Ron and Hermione the previous night, but Ginny had called complaining of having a nightmare of You-Know-Who's return. Harry, being the caring man that he was, came and stayed with Ginny to keep her safe since it had only been a few months since the defeat of one of the most feared wizards of all time.
Ginny and Harry had gotten back together after his triumph over He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. Harry and Ginny were engaged to be married soon, they were planning around their friends, Ron and Hermione's, own wedding to be in a few months. Hermione and Ginny had become like any two normal young women planning two weddings, like young kids in a candy store, they had become consumed with even the most miniscule of details.
Molly, Ginny and Ron's mother, was as happy about this as any soon-to-be mother-in-law could be; while her husband, Arthur, was trying to learn about Muggle wedding traditions since they were about to add a Muggle-born into the family, which was highly approved of by him, of course. ( He loved such commodities, new family members and two individuals who could teach him about Muggle society since he and Molly had not moved from the Burrow since the defeat of the Dark Lord. They were going to move nearer to their children in a highly occupied part of the Muggle town of Little Whinging, but decided to stay in a place where they could openly practice magic. )
Ginny turned over to find to find Harry sleeping soundly. She tried to sneak out of the room to make breakfast for Harry, but one of the wooden floorboards deceived her. Harry bolted upright faster than Ginny could blink.
"What happened?" He asked
"I was just getting up to fix breakfast, Harry." She whispered
"Oh." He got up after saying that and walked over to Ginny and kissed her forehead. "I love you." Now I remember why I fell in love with her in the first place.
"I love you, too." Ginny whispered as she enveloped Harry in her arms.
Ginny was walking behind Hermione carrying a bouquet of flowers that matched the bride's which were yellow lilies. Ginny couldn't help smiling a little when she saw her soon-to-be husband standing at the pulpit by her brother. Harry grinned at her when their eyes met. Her eyes went to the ground following Hermione's shoes so she'd know where she was going. She stopped a few feet from Hermione, who was standing adjacent to Ron. Ginny was dreaming of the next few days before she was officially married, what she should do, should she be scared? Excited? She knew she should be paying attention to the wedding in front of her where her brother was beaming like an idiot while Harry was smiling at her exquisiteness. She smiled back when she wasn't red like a tomato.
Tonight, she told herself, I will talk to that boy about getting married.
"Thank you guys for being here, it means so much to Hermione and I. Especially you two, Ginny and Harry, the soon-to-be newlyweds. I hope you two are as happy as we are today." Ron toasted raising his glass.
"Harry," Ginny whispered, "Are we going to be like that?"
"I'm not sure, love, do you want to be?" Harry whispered back, "We could be."
"I wouldn't mind it, I just..didn't know if you'd want to be as ecstatic."