A/N: This is my second fanfiction. I really like my ideas on this one. I'm inspired by other writers so if you know of a really good fanfiction (Harry Potter only) then please let me know! If you want me to read your own fanfiction let me know about that too!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I'm just using it for my own twisted amusement! ;)
Enjoy!
I don't know how guys picture their wedding day as kids. I don't even know if boys picture their wedding day at all. However, I know exactly how girls do.
Little girls are born knowing exactly how their perfect wedding would be. It only gets better after they learn the concept of love. I think every little girl in the world wants to get marring. Maybe when they get older they may change their mind, but there will always be that little girl inside of them.
The first wedding I was ever at was just after my fourth birthday. My aunt was getting married. The day was wonderful. It was a nice autumn afternoon, and the ceremony was held under a gazebo facing a small stream that rustled behind the guests. I was a flower girl in my cute pink dress throwing flower petals everywhere. I was followed by five bridesmaids in their own pink skirts and tops. Then, came my aunt walking down the aisle in a form fitting white gown with a three foot train and a small veil. My aunt told me later that it was her 'dream wedding'.
What's my dream wedding, you ask? I wanted to be married in a large echoing church that had bouquets of lilies at the end of each pew. I wanted a white runner lining the aisle. I wanted my flower girl to walk down the aisle tossing pink and white rose petals. I wanted my bridesmaids to follow with pale green dresses with one single white rose in their hand. Next, I would walk down the aisle in a silk white gown that had a short train and a small, glittering veil. I wanted to be the center of the universe, with every eye on my, the most beautiful person in the room.
I never thought that I could be wrong or want anything else. I never made a bigger mistake.