(A/N: Hello to everyone, I hope you all enjoy the second installment of Ashes by Now...The second chapter is almost finished. This was originally the Prologue, but while typing it I ended up adding alot and decided to call it a chapter...Review. Also, I wanted to get this up tonightso its not beta-ed, but it goes out to She Who Dances with Squirrels in any case...I think she's a potential shovel buddy...)

Ch 1. The Wedding of Billus Arthur Weasley.

Candle light flickered as the bridemaids marched up the aisle. They were in emerald green dresses, complete with spaghetti straps and a flowered motif. The small bouquets they carried were made of white roses and baby's breath. The scent of eucalyptus and lavender floated through the air.

The grooms men wore muggle tuxes, their cumberbunds were a green to match the maids' dressses. In the front row a rather plump woman sniffled, before sobbing into a tissue. Molly Weasley. She was surrounded by by nervous people shooting her weary glances. At the rehearsal she had broken down sobbing and dropping to her knees exclaimed, "I will have grandchildren before I die!"

Her husband, Arthur, father of the groom blamed it on the soap operas she had been watching since he had gotten them a muggle tv. Most people thought she was insane, she was just overjoyed...secretly they had men in white coats waiting just out the doors of the church incase she snapped, a stimpulation of the bride's parents.

The bride, ah yes. Never was there more beautiful a girl to walk down the aisle as Fleur Delacour walking to Bill Weasley. Though many argued that the youngest Weasley had outshown her, but that was neither her nor there, as we are talking of Fleur right now. She marched down the aisle in a white wedding gown. The beading was done to a very descreet, fine detail. A long train followed her and her father and when she finally made it to Bill, her tinsely blonde hair contrasted with her soon to be husbands.

The vows were said and the reception started. Though Fleur tried to skip it when Molly kept wiggling her eyes suggestively and mentioning weding nights and grandchildren to the beautiful girl. She was in her early twenties and Bill was almost thirty, but they both had plenty of time to be happy together before starting a family. One person sat outside this festive occassion.

One person was unhappy. That one person was currently hiding in a lavatory. She was perched upon a counter with her feet up, considering the happiness around her. Genevra Weasley grimaced at her dark thoughts, it wasn't Bill's fault he found a happily ever after, after all, he did deserve it more than anyone he knew. Damn it, How could Draco do this to her! It had been a month since Draco had come from St. Mungoes. A month since the Death Eaters had broken free from Azkaban and the Dementors. Two weeks since Draco and Harry had gone into hiding.

Two weeks since he had broke Ginny's heart. Two...her life ran into two's now. Fred and George, Bill and Fleur, Ron and Hermione...her mother and her father, chunky and creamy, no wait that's peanut butter, though the bread did come in twos.

Ginny heaved a sigh as Hermione burst through the doors and drug Ginny out of her sheltered cave called Venus you numb-skull, men are mars, her haven, her...ok, Hermione drug her from the ladies room where she had been skulking since she was relieved of her bride maidly duties. She was then shoved into the nearest young man's arms where she was forced to make poliet conversation while being stepped upon. Just another thing to add to the list of why I hate Draco Malfoy list. Lame foot from being trodded upon...

Ginny was fially passed to a young man with black hair and blue eyes which sparkled with a softness not normally seen in men. He grinned. "I'm Aiden, I work with Bill," he said and his voice held a sharp intelligence so feew were graced with.
"Genevra Weasley," Ginny said with a smile. Was he flirting with her? Was she flirting with him, and further more, did she want to flirt with him? All these things rolled through her mind. Aiden possesed a quality none of the other guys from that night had. He was charming, and witty and had yet to trod upon her toe. "So how old are you?" he asked, and she smiled at him again.
"I'm seventeen," she said with a small laugh as Fred and George dropped the wedding cake on Bill and Fleur, "How old are you"
He grinned that handsome smile and said, "I'm twenty-one. Bill taught me to break my first curse," he said, answering her next question before she could ask it.
"Bill taught me my first charm," she said proudly. He laughed. "What was it?" he asked leaning closer to her ear so she could hear him properly. She resisted the urge to shiver. "It turned Ron's teddy bear into a giant spider. The twins got blamed for it, I was only three or four at the time."

He laughed as the song came to an end. She was passed to Bill, who she Waltzed happily with, before being pushed off on Charlie. Charlie was her favorite brother, he treated her like an adult and always had. He had plans to take her to her first American Bar when she turned twenty-one. He was always fun to be around, and when she had once spent a summer with him he had let her "sneak off" to ride the dragons during feeding time. He always told her, "Life's not worth living if there's no chance you're gonna break a few bones while wingardium leviosia-ing your self over a ten story castle. Not that he had ever tried it before...or recommended it. Muggle extreme sports were alot safer and more fun...not that he had tried those either. They had finally decided that he shouldn't tell stories in front of their mum.
"Ginny are you all right?" Charlie asked with a glance. She nodded and graced him with a smile. "So if I were to hypothetically want to Windardium leviosa myself over Hogwarts how long would I need to hold the charm?" she asked. He pondered for a moment. "About forty seconds, why?" "No reason"
"Genevra Weasley! You're gonna get me introuble with mum!"
She stuck her tongue out at him, and he grabbed the offending body part.
"What did I tell you about stincking your tongue out at people?"
"Umm...o'ly en acks turned and at Red an Orge?"
"Right you are," he said, letting go, at one time the rule had included Percy. Ginny stepped outside for fresh air and was met by a surprise.

"Percy?" she squeaked.
"Don't squeak, Gin", he said tiredly, "Its very unbecoming."
Ginny hugged her brother and he stiffened his imperial back for one moment before shrugging into the embrace. He stepped away awkwardly and stood infront of the door. He looked ragged.
"Perce, are you going to go in?" she asked after a moment. He ran a hand through his hair and gave her a grim smile.
"I'd better not, I have work to get done," he said tiredly. She gave him a smile.
"You're always welcome with us, you know," she said. "I know," he took two packages from his robes. "Will you give this to Bill?" and he handed over a crystal blue package. Then he handed her a smaller green package. "Happy late birthday, sister dear," and with a pop he was gone. She smiled sadly, wishing he would have stayed. He may have been an arrogent prat but she missed him.
Ginny waited for her clear to floo to Hogsmead where she would be met by Professor McGonagal.

She was standing impatiently when Aiden showed up, a small flush creeping up his cheeks. "I just wanted to say good-bye," and he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Then he was gone in a swirl of cloaks and Ginny was left standing there pressing two (haha there's that damn two again...) fingers to her lips.
One word came to mind: Draco.