Ron stood up, hands shaking, palms sweating. He looked down at Hermione, who looked gorgeous in her sheer red dress. Her smile gave him confidence, and her warm hand in his gave him strength. But he had to let go to raise his fire-whisky goblet to the crowd. He took a rather rattling breath and began.

"I'd love to thank everyone for coming to such a wonderful event. I'm sure most of you know, but this wedding is doubly special for me. Not only is the bride my little sister, the best little sister we could ask for," Ron gestured to his brothers, all of them beaming with pride.

"But the groom is my best friend, Harry. I know we're all supposed to worship him as the Boy Who Lived, The Chosen One, and a Hero, or some bloody regal title. But that isn't who he is. He's an eleven-year old boy who faces bloody fiendfyre and three-headed dogs for fun. He's a Quidditch seeker who falls from the sky and catches snitches with his tonsils. He's a seventeen year old who lives out the year in makeshift tents for the benefit of the wizarding world and dismay of his friends. He's loyal and trustworthy and brave, and that's how I know he'll be a perfect husband for my little sister." Harry beamed at him, flashed him a thumbs up, and took a huge swig from his goblet. Ron took a deep breath and stared ahead, obviously more settled into the role of best man. He turned to look at his sister.

"Ginny. I can't say you look gorgeous because I'm your brother. But you look better than normal now you've scrubbed up a bit." Ginny flicked her wand at a silver goblet, enchanting it to bounce harmlessly off Ron's head. The guests laughed.

"Seriously Gin," Ron pushed on, rubbing his ginger hair. "As the youngest girl to six brothers, I guess you always sort of had a wall around you. And honestly I don't think you could be in any more need of one. You're strong, brave, really pretty," Ron winced, expecting another goblet, but Ginny simply smiled. "And you're fiercely independent. It was really hard for any of us to let a guy through the wall we built around you. A fair lot tried us, too. But I'm glad we let Harry in, because I know he'll do well with you. I admit the thought of you two still makes me a little sick sometimes, but unfortunately that means you're perfect together." Ron raised his goblet in the air. "Harry and Ginny!" he called, and took a swig.

"Harry and Ginny!" the audience parroted, and took large sips of their respective drinks. Ron sat down, red in the face, and Ginny leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek. Ron felt the place where her lips touched him burn.

"It's cinnamon lipstick, enchanted to make the kiss unforgettable." Ron heard a low voice in his ear. "Look…" And then Hermione kissed him full on the lips, so softly, and Ron's lips were white hot, but a comfortable tingling sensation shot through him before he felt any burn.

"You're right!" He whispered against her lips.

"Unforgettable."