Cry

(A/N – Hey, Kim here! Just wanted to say, welcome or whatever to my first fic! It's a short thing about what Ginny feels and thinks as she attends
Harry's wedding and watched Harry as he gets married...to another girl. gasp The font in bold italics are a little thing I added....you'll see (I
think) Now read! I command it! Kimmeh)

Ginny wandered around her flat, her eyes void of the usual glee and happiness as she examined her dress for a wedding. Harry's wedding. She sighed, a tear coursing down her face. Settling into a chair, she thought about Harry, her one and only love. She smiled, remembering the good old days when they started talking. They had even gone out quite a few times. But, those days were dead. Ginny sniffled. In those days, she had managed to convince herself that Harry was hers and only hers. Then Sara came along. Sara and Harry hit it off immediately and after a year, Harry proposed. Sara Potter. Not as good as Ginny Potter.

"Gin! Come on! We have less than an hour to get to the ceremony and you're still not dressed!" Ginny stood with a start, but gave a watery smile to her best friend, Hermione Granger, no, Hermione Weasley. Ron had married her right after getting out of Hogwarts. It was extremely romantic.

Hermione searched Ginny's face and then, without a word, she embraced the younger girl. "Oh, Ginny. Don't be that way! Harry was a prat to marry Sara, but you shouldn't and can't brood!" Ginny broke out of the hug and nodded, more for Hermione's sake than hers.

"I'll get over him, don't worry." Silently, she padded off to her room and got into her dress. She applied light makeup and looked at her gloomy reflection in the mirror. She slowly made her way back to Hermione who smiled at her happily.

"That was quick! Well, let's get moving! Who knows? There may be another guy better than Harry there!" Ginny bit her lip. No one was better than Harry. Her Harry. Gulping, she nodded and with a small PoP! She disapparated with Hermione to the wedding. She was immediately attacked by a crowd of people chattering and gossiping. She looked around for a familiar face and made her way into the middle of the crowd.

"Ginny!"

"H-Harry." Damn, just what I don't need. Ginny's knees buckled slightly as she gazed into Harry's piercing green eyes.

From the start I knew we were meant for each other.

"I thought you weren't going to make it! I'm glad you did! Sit close to the front, I'm going to need emotional support." He winked at her and patted her arm, fully aware of the feelings that were bursting inside her. She nodded and sat in the second row, her arm still tingling from where he had touched her.

I guess you didn't see that, too.

Harry stood at the front, Ron standing directly behind him. Wringing his hands, Harry smiled nervously at Ginny who gave him a slightly confident thumbs-up.

We were perfect together, everyone told me so.

Music started and everyone fell silent, waiting for the entrance of the bride. After a minute, she entered, following her flower girl and bridesmaids. Sara walked with such poise and grace, it amazed Ginny. Her father walked next to her, proudly smiling and beaming.

I guess they didn't tell you, too.

Sara reached the front of the room where Harry stood, visibly shaking. He stole glances at Ginny, seeking support and encouragement. Ginny frowned when he looked away. If he needed this much help from her, why did he marry Sara in the first place? They're not meant to be.

We talked a lot after fifth year.

The priest began speaking. Ginny zoned out and thought of the past years. Harry and Ginny would stay up all night to talk about experiences in the past. Mostly, they talked about Voldemort. Their talks usually ended with tears or a hug.

You would ask me why I cried.

Harry nodded and said, "I do." A sob escaped from Ginny, a fairly silent one, but not unnoticed by Harry.

I cried out in pain.

Sara nodded too and smiled broadly, "I do!"

I cried out in fear.

"You may now kiss the bride!" Harry reached over and lifted Sara's veil. Leaning closer, they kissed and parted amid wild cheers. Flushing, they waved, ducking flying rice and paper. Breaking apart, the bride and groom went around the room to talk and receive congratulations. Reaching Ginny, Harry looked down into her hazel eyes and smiled warmly.

"Are you okay?"

Before she could answer, he was torn from her and surrounded by a crowd of people.

Ginny watched Harry and their eyes met. She opened her mouth and answered his question. "No."

I cried out for you.

(A/N – Well there you have it. First fic of a beginning of many more! I hope it wasn't too bad. ducks from flames and dances Thankee all! . Kimmeh)