"The truth is cruel, but it can be loved and it makes free those who love it." George Santayana
I stand at the back of the two rows, waiting for my cue to begin a slow depressing and energy draining walk towards the "man" i love. To be tied down for the rest of my life and pop babies out. I rest my hand atop dad's arm as the wedding march begins. I descend slowly towards harry standing there grinning like the idiot he is thinking he has the most loyal and lovely women marrying him. When in fact I'm a back stabbing lying bitch, who decided to go for the safe option.
I stop and stand in front of harry fake smile plastered on my face, I look into his green eyes and wish for a moment that I loved him more. Really the only reason I'm here is because it's safe and what everyone wants.
"Ginny Today, as I give myself to you my mind is clear and my commitment
is strong and without reservation. I take you to be my life's partner.
I will never leave you nor forsake you;
I will spend all my days at your side.
We will share a lifetime of eternal, immeasurable love."
I return with my vow and only vaguely hear the minster saying Harry may kiss me.
Suddenly people are cheering and smiling mum has tears rolling down her checks as Harry sweeps me into his arms and presses his lips to mine in a hungry kiss. Before my eyes flutter shut I catch a glimpse of a bushy chestnut coloured hair witch, standing under the willow behind all the guests. She's all clad in midnight robes more fitting for a funeral then a wedding. Our eyes connect and suddenly feeling and memoires surface. Her eyes are cold, calculating and sad. She turns away takes two steps back into the shadow of the tree and apparated.
A tear leaks from my eye as I watch Hermione Granger walk out of my life... again.