Princes in Fairytales Were Never Redheaded

He confused me. He always did. I never knew what to think of him. Ever since I first saw him and felt all funny, until now that I adore him. Strange that he is nothing what I imagined my love would be like. Ever since I was a little girl, I had a different picture. Princes in fairytales were never redheaded. Even Harry resembled my prince more than Ron. And here I am, walking down the aisle, with flowers in my hands, veil blinding my vision. When did this happen? Where have all those years gone? I see those faces and they're different, except their eyes. All of those eyes are a boundary between forgetting, and I won't forget. They remind me of those years…and mostly his eyes. They are full of devotion and love, and so much more. I can't put my finger on it, I just know that I could drown in them, and I'd love to.

Oh dear…he's taking my hand already? I became a little slow for the past few weeks. Must fix that.

I never realized how handsome he is. Well, to me anyway. Our children will have rather funny hair. That smile! His smile is very nice and when he smiles in the morning, he looks very goofy. Oddly, I have no problem waking up to see that. Forever. Funny that when I, for the very first time, realized I liked him, the first, most absurd, thought that came to my mind was, 'Hermione Weasley will not sound very neatly.'

His hand is shaking. It must look very strange from a different perspective because mine is shaking too.

I feel sure, and happy, and satisfied, and curious…I can't describe the feeling. I guess I feel like a rainbow. Many colors, sun, drops of rain…all combined into one big rainbow. I hope that I won't mistake Crookshanks with Ron's hair; it's incongruously much the same. I love when I run my hands through it; I wish I could do so now. However, we're marrying; although I'm not even sensing what I'm doing at this precise moment, but still, it would look very strange…I'll do it when we kiss.

Throughout my life, I learned that always the unexpected happens. And you can never expect the unexpected, because then it automatically becomes expected, so, in the end…

"I do."

Was that me? Hmm, maybe Ginny was right and I really am a machine. This probably means we're married. And just yesterday I was doing research when the couple is officially married. Whether after 'I dos' or after the kiss. Now I can't remember. My mind is fogged and I feel so lost, but Ron is holding my hand.

It's okay.

Our future hasn't happened yet; maybe that's why I'm afraid of it, because I don't know what it will bring. It really is scary. If I were to be honest, wandering through the Forbidden Forest has been fun comparing to this. I fear the unknown. I might die tomorrow. Ron can die tomorrow. Fate is cruel, that was proved in our lives. I don't want to lose him.

Oh, Ron squeezed my hand and now I'm looking into his eyes. His lips are atop mine.

Now I realized that as long as he's here, right now, beside me, tomorrow doesn't matter.

You're all I want,

You're all I need,

You're my oxygen,

That thing I breathe.