Everlasting Love
Ginny smiled nervously at the guests all standing to watch her walk down the aisle. Her mother had tears in her eyes as she watched her father walk her slowly towards her husband. It was an odd way to do things she knew, a wedding after the marriage, but it was for her mother and so she smiled as all the attention was put on her like a spotlight.
Harry was smiling softly as he watched her near, his hand outstretched to take hers when she came into reaching distance. He looked so handsome in his tuxedo, but it wasn't the Harry she knew. The Harry she knew was more comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt, smiling, his eyes twinkling as they sat by the pond in the summer, or played in the snow in the winter.
This wedding wasn't for their benefit. It was for everyone else, her parents, and her brothers. Their old teachers, and their workmates. They were already bonded in the most final of ways, married in the dead of night by a bondsmen two years earlier.
Harry had been fully against having a wedding at all, and she agreed with him. Why make a spectacle of themselves, he said and she knew he was right. The press still followed them around whenever they went out, they still made the front page with a horrible regularity. But, when she told him her reasons for wanting a wedding despite them being married, he had softened, he had listened to her, and he had agreed when she told him it would make her happy.
She loved him more in that moment than she had ever thought possible, but she knew their love ran even deeper than that. It was everlasting, and she wouldn't change a thing about them.
