Written For - Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments)
Prompts - 'Write about a wedding', Write a story that features a transgender character, Write about sapphic characters
Notes - Heyyo! It's your fave queer fanfic writer that stayed up until 2 in the morning last night trying to get out of a writer's block before giving up and waiting until a couple hours before this fic was due! Anyway, enjoy the 'sibling bonding time' content or whatever and then some lesbians. Because, let's be real, the world isn't complete without some pure Ginny/Luna love. Anyway, Enjoy!
Word Count - 975
Ginny sometimes wonders if this is all worth it. If she should have just waited to ask or if she should have ever bought the ring in the first place. She sometimes wondered if Luna only said yes out of obligation because, sure, Ginny wasn't particularly sensitive about anything, ever, but what if Luna thought she would be about this? Ginny was absolutely petrified by the idea that Luna wouldn't be happy about this.
"You ready for this?" George asked her outside the tent that their parents had set up in the backyard. It was the same one they used for Bill and Fleur's wedding. Ginny wasn't sure if she was scared about that or not.
"I don't know," said Ginny. "What if she never wanted to marry me in the first place? What if she heard me wrong and she said yes and now she's roped up in this whole thing because she doesn't want to disappoint me? George, I think she hates me."
George took her fraggled state in, looking first at her terrified face, then at the nails she had been picking at, then at the flowers she held in her hand. He let out a loud laugh.
"Lee's gonna love this one," he said after composing himself a bit. "Gin, Luna looks at you like you hung the stars." Ginny crossed her arms, glaring at him.
"Yeah, ok. But what if you're wrong? What if she gets sick of all my, I dunno, trans-ness? It gets tiring to deal with sometimes and you know it," she said. George crossed his arms in an imitation of his sister.
"It really doesn't," said George. "And it'll be even less tiring to deal with if it's someone that loves you for a reason other than sibling obligation." She knows he meant it to be funny, or at least lighten her up, but she turns away, looking at the opening of the tent where everybody was still getting seated.
He nudges her shoulder after a moment with his elbow. "You know, I don't accept you because of sibling obligation," he says, staring at the place she had been looking at. She turned to him. "I accept you and I love you and I think you're the coolest sister ever because you're just genuinely the best person anyone could have ever dreamed up." He looks back down at her, raising an eyebrow. "Even if you call me every other day to tell me about how amazing your fiance is."
She smiled widely. "I couldn't help it, George. She's so much cooler than me that I thought it was appropriate to inform you how it's done," she said. He grinned.
"See, there's the Ginny I know! You've got this. Plus, you look fabulous," he said. Ginny hugged him around the middle, squeezing tightly.
"Thank you. For all of this. You're the coolest," she said. He nodded, suddenly serious.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's true," he said. She let go. He checked the time. "You wanna get this party started or do you think we should wait for the folks?"
"What time is it?" she asked, glancing into the tent. Everyone was sitting down already. Everything was all set up.
Luna stood at the altar, looking as beautiful as ever. Harry stood slightly behind Luna, and he looked like he was talking to himself. He was officiating at Luna's request, but he looked like he wasn't completely sure what he was supposed to be saying. A couple of Ginny's old Quidditch buddies, Ron, and Neville all stood at one side of the altar and Alicia, Katie, Angelina and Hermione stood on the other side. Percy, Bill, and Charlie stood to the side with a camera, each of them taking pictures of what they thought was important to document, then passing it off. Between the three of them, it looked like they were determined to take pictures of every inch of the place.
"Well, Dad was kind of supposed to be here like ten minutes ago, so," George said. He glanced at her. "That either means he forgot he was supposed to be here, unlikely, he's freaking out somewhere 'cause his only daughter is getting married, very likely, or he's checking every inch of the place to make sure there isn't a single fault, also very likely," he said. Ginny finally found her father anxiously looking at each flower arrangement in the place.
"Second and third," she said. "At least he's in there, though." She glanced back at George and gave him a huge grin. "I say we should go for it." He grinned slowly.
"Yeah. I think we should," he said. He paused. "I hope you know that Fred would've given the whole world to have seen this," he said. Ginny nodded, full grins still plastered on each of their faces. Neither of them found they were sad thinking about what happened.
"Yeah, I know," she said. Then she was looping her arm through George's, tugging him through the entrance of the tent. She heard him snicker from behind her, and she could see her father gaping at the two of them in her peripheral vision, and she could almost feel the camera pointed at her no matter which of her brothers was holding it at the time being, and she could feel George straightening his posture beside her, trying his hardest for once in his life to look serious.
Sure, Ginny noticed all of this stuff going on, but she could only focus her attention on the way Luna was smiling at her like she was the moon and the stars and the way that for once in her life she looked completely and entirely focused.
Luna doesn't hate me, Ginny said to herself, in a state of euphoria of some sort. And here was the proof.
