AN: This is my first fan fiction and my first ever attempt at posting something on All reviews and criticism will always be welcomed. The scene is set at Harry and Ginny's wedding, between the time the vows are started and finished. Sorry it's really short, but it's more like a drabble or really short oneshot hope you enjoy.
The Woman I Cherish.
There she stood, in the middle of the room noticed by no one, ridiculed by all. Those beautiful silver eyes, that enchanting platinum hair that you can't take your eyes off of as it swings back and forth. She is the temptress. She is filled with so much Joy. So strange for these dark times yet it brings comfort to me. There is just something about her.
She looks at me with those eyes and I'm sure that my souls deepest secrets are displayed openly for her view as I can hide nothing from her. So perceptive, so wise that it often results in her ridicule. They don't understand her like I do. Like she does me. No, there is an understanding between us that I believe has not existed between any others. She has felt my pain when no other could have measured up. Her appearance may hide her true feelings, but just the same as she can me, I can see right through her. Through those jovial eyes and into the unhappy soul. It's a shame too. She's so perfect in everyway, except that. She has a broken heart. I can now share her pain.
I know that are souls are meant to be together, but I cannot break Ginny's heart twice. I won't do that to her not after all the waiting she has done for me. So here I stand at the alter. My whole body turned to the woman I "love". While the woman I cherish sits in the front row with a dreamy smile and a soul full of hurt.
As I say I do our eyes meet and there is a secret agreement between the two of us that must and will remain unsaid only between the two of us forever. I Love You.