Not as good as Harry's, and I know it's a bit out of order, but ah well. Here's Ron's speech at Harry and Ginny's wedding! Once again, none of this is mine.

"And now," announced Ron, standing up and banging his fork on his goblet, "it is time for me to give me to give my speech, so if everyone will now take their eyes off of the snogging couple over there and focus on me, that would be greatly appreciated."

Harry and Ginny detached themselves to glare at Ron, who smirked back at them and waited until it was quiet before beginning to talk.

"Well," he began, "I've never really had much of a way with words, but as it is apparently a tradition for the best man to give a speech at the wedding, I guess I have to. And, I can't really deny that I did kind of want to. I mean, a chance to humiliate Harry in front of a huge crowd of people? Sign me up!"

Ginny's eyes were narrowed, and Ron looked a little nervous. "However," he said quickly, "as I know that Ginny casts a mean Bat-Bogey Hex, I won't embarrass her too much."

"Some friend you are," muttered Harry under his breath, but he couldn't keep the smile from his face for long.

"As brother and best friend of the people getting married, I think I should get some right to humiliate you a little bit," protested Ron. "But anyway. Do you want me to do my speech or not?"

When everyone was quiet, he started to talk again.

"Everyone here knows Harry Potter as the Boy Who Lived. And that's actually the way Ginny knew him at first, too – ever since she first heard from Fred and George that he was on the Hogwarts Express and begged our mother to let her go on and see him. It was even more apparent the next year, when they were at Hogwarts together, and she couldn't even look at him – but that didn't stop her from sending him an awful singing Valentine that embarrassed him in front of the entire hallway – including Draco Malfoy."

Ginny was blushing. "I thought you weren't going to humiliate me too much!" she cried.

"Just let me finish! Anyway, the first time the two of them had any sort of interaction whatsoever was at the end of Harry's and my second year, after Harry and I had charged into the Chamber of Secrets to rescue her from a basilisk. Naturally, a heavy rockfall prevented me from doing anything else, and Harry got to claim all the glory for that escapade. I do accept compliments, though, for it being my wand which removed Lockhart's memory. Harry had nothing to do with that one."

The Boy Who Lived was now glaring at Ron as well.

"Hey, I'm your best man. This is my privelige! Anyway, after that, Ginny was even more in awe of Harry, but she stopped showing it so much. She assumed – rightly, I suppose – that if she actually relaxed around him and stopped letting her life revolve around him, then he would notice her. And notice he did.

"Our sixth year, he kept getting hit by Bludgers because he couldn't keep his eyes off of her during Quidditch practice. And naturally, their first kiss would have to have been right after the Quidditch final that year – which Harry missed, actually, due to a detention given him by the greasiest – sorry, by the Savior of our Society, Severus Snape," Ron hastily amended, at the glares Harry and Hermione were sending him.

"Needless to say, I was much happier with Harry than I had been with any of her other boyfriends. I was actually praying they wouldn't break up – I figured that as his best friend, that would make the 'you break her heart I break your face' talk much more awkward. Thankfully, there was never a need for that – not a real one, anyway."

He paused, cleared his throat, and continued. "Ginny, I know I've always seemed too overprotective, and gotten on your nerves. The truth is, of all our siblings, we're the closest in age, so we've always been able to argue. But despite that, you are still my baby sister, and I will always love you, and always want to protect you. Even if it is from my best friend in the world." Despite herself, tears began to pool in Ginny's eyes; Harry reached up and wiped them away for her, smiling gently as Ron continued.

"Harry, ever since we sat together on the Hogwarts Express, we have been friends for life. I can't even imagine what my life would have been like if I had never met you. And I know I'm not as well-spoken as Hermione" – he nudged the girl sitting next to him with a playful smile – "but I know that being friends with you has given me more than almost anything in my life. I am so thankful for all the adventures we've been through, and for everything that I've learned from you. And you have been such a good friend to me that I've always been grateful when I could give back – even if that did mean I had to let you practice Stunning me for bloody hours when you were trying to win the Triwizard Tournament."

Harry smiled, but even he was tearing up a little.

"I'm so happy for you, and hope you continue to be happy for the rest of your lives." Ron raised his glass, but hesitated. "However, that being said, there is one thing I have left to say."

He paused dramatically, and then said, "You break her heart, I will break your face."

Amid the laughter, Ron called, "Cheers!" and raised his glass. As everyone in the room echoed the motion, Ron sat back down beside Hermione, and squeezed her hand.

"I'm jealous," she said, fake-pouting. "I barely got mentioned at all."

"Don't worry," Ron said, fingering the ring in his pocket, where it was waiting for the right moment. "You'll get a speech all your own, very soon."