A/N: Just a bit of fluff
I own nothing except the plot
Albus closed the book he had been reading from. ''You may kiss the bride.'' He announced with the familiar twinkle in his eyes. Harry held Ginny's hands in his own and leaned forward to kiss his new wife on the lips. The guests clapped and cheered loudly.
Hermione smiled and leaned against Severus; they had been seeing each other for a year now and they were both very happy. ''They're going ot throw the bouquet!'' Hermione gasped happily.
''What?'' Asked a confused Severus.
''It's a muggle tradition, the person who catches it is the next to get married.'' Hermione explained to her lover. She watched as the flower were thrown and flew through the air towards them, landing in Severus' arms. He quirked an eyebrow at her. ''Shall we?''