Wellllll after the Royal Wedding today, I'm in a bit of a weddingy mood. I don't think that's actually a mood but ah well, I've invented it now :D So here's a story to mark Kate & William's happy marriage + get everyone else in the mood for ... weddingy-ness.

Harry Potter was happy. Tomorrow he was to marry Ginevra Weasley, the extremely gorgeous and admired Seeker of the popular British Quidditch team, the Wimbourne Wasps.

The wedding was prepared. Harry's best mate Ron Weasley was to be his best man, and the bridesmaids were to be Hermione Granger, another of Harry's best friends, and Luna Lovegood, a close acquaintance of both bride and groom.

The service was to be held in the Ottery st. Catchpole chapel, a unique and busy affair, and the reception back at the Burrow in a rowdy marquee.

He couldn't say he was delighted with the arrangements. He had wanted something simple and traditional – something Hermione would prefer – but Ginny had been determined to make the wedding stand out. She was dressing the bridesmaids in sunny colours and insisted on them carrying bundles of eye-wateringly bright flowers. The church was to be decorated with tapestries in the Wimbourne Wasp colours and the pew cushions were to be magicked gold.

Harry hadn't complained because Ginny always won and he would do anything to please her, even if it meant being blinded by flamboyantly-coloured pansies.

Sitting down on his and his fiancée's bed, he looked up at his dress robes, which were dark green and ironed within an inch of their life.

Nerves and doubts were beginning to flit through him like stray butterflies. He wasn't quite sure if he was ready for the rather ostentatious marriage, and judging by Ginny's creative line-up for the marquee reception, he wouldn't have much time to relax after the service and fully appreciate having a wonderful wife.

There was a sharp rap on the front door, cutting through Harry's contemplation.

'Hey, Harry,' Hermione said brightly, as he opened the door to reveal her slim form on the doorstep.

'Oh, hey 'Mione,' he answered, giving a slight smile as he opened the door wide enough for her to step inside.

'I just wanted to check a few things before the big day,' she said, passing a hand anxiously through her brown curls, which today were thrown back in a loose ponytail. 'I wanted to check you were happy with the bridesmaids' dresses, I mean, they're a little in-your-face and I wasn't sure that was what you wanted. I think Ginny's got the Weird Sisters booked for the reception and well, I told her you'd prefer a romantic orchestra, but hell, she won't listen! And the cake – it was going to be chocolate and fruitcake like you said, but now Gi – hey, what's the matter?'

She had just noticed that Harry was barely listening to her jabbering, but staring blankly at her with a strange look on his face.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, and fixing his rather gormless expression, Harry said, 'I dunno. I'm just a bit worried about it all. I ... I don't know if I'm ready for this marriage.'

It came out without any thought and Hermione's jaw dropped.

'What? But Harry – I thought ... you've been engaged for months now, you can't – you can't really mean that!'

Harry sank onto a nearby armchair, his face in his hands. 'I don't know,' he murmured into his fingers, 'I just don't know. I wanted this traditional thing and Ginny's gone and ...'

'Look,' said Hermione, crouching before him and gently pulling his hands down from his face, 'how am I supposed to hear you when you're like that? Anyway ... I'm sure it's just the nerves. I mean, Luna was terribly anxious and doubtful before her and Neville's wedding. And look at her now! Pregnant with their third child!'

'I guess,' Harry sighed. He looked up at the large framed picture above the mantelpiece, which portrayed him and Ginny waltzing happily, smiles on their faces. 'It's just ... after our honeymoon in Russia, she wants a child. And well, I'm not ready for a family yet.'

With a sigh, Hermione squeezed onto the armchair beside him and gently laid a hand on his leg. For some reason, this made him feel extremely embarrassed and as he turned to her, he noticed how beautiful he looked with the light on her face.

'It'll pass, Harry,' she whispered, her breath on his face, 'you'll feel great once you're married.'

She gave him a slow, easy smile and the curve of her lips were suddenly extremely inviting. He felt her grip tighten on his leg and he slowly ducked his head towards hers –

'Honey, I'm home!'

Hermione leapt away from him, gathered herself, and hastily perched on the sofa opposite as Ginny entered, hands bulging with shopping.

Feeling dazed from the confused almost-kiss, Harry turned to his beautiful fiancée, who was dolled up to the nines, her red hair in a sleek knot and large black shades hiding her bright brown eyes.

She leaned down and kissed him quickly, nuzzling his cheek with her adorably-curved nose, before straightening and looking ahead.

'Oh, hello, Hermione.'

Hermione fidgeted slightly. Her cheeks were still rather flushed. 'H-hey Ginny. I was just talking with Harry, about tomorrow. Last-minute check, you know...'

Harry looked away, feeling like a traitor as Ginny beamed. 'That's great!'

'I-I'll be going,' Hermione stammered, getting up and bashing her knee on the coffee table as she made to leave, 'thanks for the h-help, Harry.'

'No problem,' said Harry weakly. Hermione gave a faint smile and left hurriedly.

Shaking back her fringe and removing her shades, Ginny slid into the armchair beside her fiancé. 'She seemed very ... on the edge. Dunno why you insisted on her being bridesmaid!' She gave a harsh cackle of laughter.

'Ginny, she's my best friend,' said Harry. But after the incident barely a minute ago, he wasn't sure what Hermione was anymore.

Ginny shrugged. 'Even so. Fleur would've been a better choice, would bring a lot more elegance and dignity to the celebration than that dork.'

Quite abruptly, Harry jumped up. 'Ginny, what's got into you? Since when have you preferred Phlegm to Hermione?'

Ginny rolled her eyes, spreading out across the armchair. 'Harry, I just happen not to be an immature girl anymore.' She gave him a mischievous grin.

'Whatever.' Harry turned to leave the living room, but Ginny grabbed his arm.

'Honey, no need to get so uptight.' She got to her feet, giving him a smile that was clearly supposed to be seductive but instead made him feel slightly sick. 'Why don't we just ... forget everything a while?'

Before he could answer, she seized his collar and pulled him down into a kiss. It was not chaste in the slightest, but fast and hungry. He couldn't help but kiss her back – he had done it so many times before that it was automatic – and pulled her closer, clutching at her glossy hair as it tumbled out of its elegant knot.

Snogging Ginny did help him forget things. It helped him forget his nerves, as well as his doubts that his sexy fiancée was not the right match for him. But that almost-kiss, that moment of confusion he had shared with Hermione, still lingered at the back of his mind.

Yep, that's it for now. Sorry about the G/H guff atm, but it WILL be H/Hr soon, I promise! All the tension is there, we just need the action ;) anyways, hope you enjoyed, please do drop a review before you go + let me know what you think. Until next time!

Love always,

MadamLestrange1990 x