Ginny smiled as she slipped her hand in Harry's. "You're beautiful" he whispered in her ear. She still felt nervous. They walked down the long red carpet spread out for them, roses and flowers of beautiful variety among their feet. Good Ol' Neville. Ginny thought as she watched her step, making sure not to slip. When they reached the Pastor at the front, she turned to face Harry.
"Will you, Harry Potter, take this woman to be your wife?" the pastor said, smiling behind his glasses. Harry touched his hair nervously. The scar was visible underneath.
"I do," he said. Ginny felt a rush of warmth fill her body and she forgot all about her nervousness.
"Will you, Ginerva Weasley, take this man to be your husband?" the pastor asked. Ginny didn't even flinch at the sound of her full name. She was bursting with joy as she said "I do."
Teddy, the ring-bearer, marched forward, and presented the rings to them both. She patted Teddy's bright pink hair. Harry slipped the ring onto her finger. It was made of emerald, and she loved it. She slipped a similar ring onto Harry's hand. He looked into her eyes. And she knew he thought she was beautiful. She held his hand again, and they walked down the aisle, amid the cheers from their beloved friends and family.
And at that moment, Ginny felt like she was the most beautiful girl in the world.
