Elvie's POV

First it was Hermione and Ron, now a year later, Ginny and Harry. All of my friends have gotten married, it seems I was the one who was destined to be forever alone.

Merlin, even Looney Lovegood was married with twins on the way. Not that I don't adore Luna of course.

Don't get me wrong, I loved my friends to death, but being the third wheel has gotten old. Now, I am only 20, so I have time, but, I was just so lonely. It's not that I didn't want to find someone, I've been trying to get dates since I was 15, but now, with everyone getting married, it almost seemed hopeless.

I sat in my chair by Ginny's vanity, doing her makeup while her mother fussed over her hair. Harry and Ginny had planned the wedding in less than 3 months, and now, today was the day. I was her maid of honor, and my flowy lavender dress brushed the floor whenever I moved.

"Ow mum!" Ginny protested as Mrs. Weasley pulled, brushed, and twisted Ginny's long red hair into an intricate bun.

"Sorry dear, it just has to look perfect" Mrs. Weasley said, putting in a few bobby pins.

I laughed softly, "Nervous?" I asked Ginny as she closed her eyes and I brushed a light brown eyeshadow onto her lids.

"What do you think?" Ginny asked with a nervous chuckle, "I'm marrying the boy who lived!" she exclaimed.

"Don't worry, today will be the best day of your life, I know it" I told Ginny, she smiled and opened her eyes.

"I know" Ginny told me, "I love Harry more than anything".

I smiled, but felt a twinge of pain run through me, I'd never had anything like that. My school years were full of frizzy hair, acne, and constant torture from the Slytherin prince himself, Draco Malfoy.

While my acne was gone, my teeth were straight, and I found a potion perfect for my hair, no one seemed to be interested.

"Alright" I said, finishing off Ginny's makeup with a soft pink lipstick, "Ready?".

The wedding was perfect, I thankfully did not trip in my tall silver heels, and Ginny was practically glowing the entire time.

After the wedding Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were interviewed by the Daily Prophet and I stayed behind at the burrow to help with setting up the reception.

There were tons of food, alcohol, a huge cake, and even a live band. Only the best for Mr. and Mrs. Potter.

Wow, that's odd, Ginny Potter, now I'm going to have to get used to that.

I'd pulled the bobby pins out of my hair and let my auburn, curly hair fall down my back, and changed out of the long dress into a shorter baby pink one that I absolutely loved.

When everything was finally set up the bride and groom were arriving, so we all stood outside the tent cheering, crying, and shouting as they came inside.

Now, the real fun would begin.

The night was full of dancing, drinking, and eating. Ron got plastered, much to Hermione's dismay, so they left early. Now it was just me, sitting at the table watching Harry and Ginny dance, completely in love, not caring about anything else.

I'd honestly leave if I could, but I promised Molly I'd help clean up after, so I was stuck here.

When the dancing was done, and the food was gone, we all headed outside the tent to watch the Potter's take their leave, they were going to Italy for their honeymoon, and I knew Ginny was extremely excited.

I said goodbye to the happy couple, "You looked absolutely beautiful today Ginny, I told you it would be great!" I said, squeezing Ginny tightly, she squeezed back. "Now, have fun, but not too much!" I said, giving her a knowing look. She only laughed as I gave Harry a quick hug, and then descended back into the tent, sighing at the mountain of plates and cups scattered about.

I worked fast, doing my part in my cleaning as I hauled tray after tray of dishes into the burrow to be washed, and after that I folded all the table cloths, blew out all the candles, and helped Ginny's brothers carry in the wedding gifts.

When I was finally done, I trudged upstairs to my guest room at the burrow, Molly was letting me stay the night thank Merlin, I was way too exhausted to head back to my lonely flat.

After changing into a pair of cotton pajama pants and a t-shirt, I brushed my teeth, threw my frizzy hair up, scrubbed away my makeup and finally crawled into bed.

While this day was incredibly happy, I couldn't help but feel sad, maybe it was just my destiny to be alone.

I went to sleep dreaming of wedding dresses and a happy life.