Morning dawned and Ginny left early to get herself done up.

Harry yawned widely and went over to the mirror. There were dark shadows under his emerald eyes and his hair was stuck up in all the worst places. He definitely didn't look as though he was going to be married in just over five hours.

Grabbing a comb from his nightstand, he dragged it through his messy ebony locks, humming lightly to himself. Excitement bubbled through him but all the while he felt dread for the wild day he was going to have. He tried not to think about all the vivid colours Ginny had insisted on using, wondering vaguely if he could get Hermione to put a spell on his glasses to darken his vision.

Hermione.

Even as he fought to keep it from his mind, the memory of her visit yesterday swam through his it. He wondered how amazing she would look in the clingy bridesmaid dress. Probably even more so than his bride.

These goddamn nerves, Harry thought bitterly, playing up again. I'll be glad when this is all over.

He was just removing his glasses to check for any damage when their was a soft knock from downstairs.

Oh no, not Hermione! Harry thought desperately as he froze in mid-movement.

'Harry?' a voice as soft and light as the knock floated up to him. 'Are you home?'

'Coming, Luna!' Harry called, shoving his glasses back onto his face as relief crashed over him.

Get with it, Potter. At this rate you'll have a panic attack as soon as you see Hermione today.

'Aren't you supposed to be getting ready with Ginny and H-Hermione?' he asked, as he let her into the stuffy hallway.

She shrugged and gave him a faint smile. She was dressed in stonewashed jeans and a baggy yellow t-shirt emblazoned with the caption, 'Be nice to Crumple-Horned Snorkacks!'

'Er ... you look ... nice ...' said Harry, sitting her down in the living room.

'Thanks,' said Luna brightly. 'It's nothing on my bridesmaid dress, of course, but I thought t-shirts were a great way to illustrate the correct way of treating Snorkacks ...'

Harry tried hard not to laugh. He hid his amusement by hastily making tea before giving one of the mugs to Luna and sitting on the sofa opposite her.

'So ... what's up?'

Taking a sip of her tea, Luna said, 'well, it's about you and Hermione and what happened yesterday.'

Harry gagged. Tea sprayed everywhere and he swiftly placed the mug on the table and wiped his mouth, his cheeks on fire. 'W-what? I dunno what you're talking about.'

'Sorry, Harry, but you've never been that great at lying,' said Luna calmly. 'Well, Hermione came to my flat straight after the incident and told me. She was pretty upset, not to mention confused.'

Harry bowed his head, trying to gather his emotions. Luna had that rather annoying knack of saying the things everyone else was thinking without a trace of embarrassment. But it wasn't to the point she wasn't diplomatic, so he had to answer her.

'Okay. It was a mistake, Luna, honestly. I just thought she looked nice in the light and ... it's nothing. Just the nerves...'

'She also told me you're having doubts about marrying Ginny.'

His cheeks burned. He knew Luna was a good friend of Ginny's, or at least had been until she had 'matured'. Trying to pass the moment and avoid replying, he gulped down some tea.

'Harry, if you're really having serious doubts about this, I say you should just cancel.'

'WHAT?' Harry demanded, choking on his drink for the second time since Luna had turned up.

'It's only sense,' said Luna serenely.

Harry turned once more to that picture over the mantelpiece, that constant reminder of him and Ginny. They had been so happy then. But times changed. People grew up. Ginny had started playing Seeker for the Wasps and become friends with quite a few irritable and doting fans. Her ego had rather inflated and slowly she had changed, turning into the snobbish woman she was now. But he loved her. Didn't he?

'But ... Hermione said to me that you had doubts before marrying Neville ...' said Harry slowly.

Luna laughed flippantly. 'Not to the point that I ever considered not marrying him. Hermione probably emphasised it because she didn't want to get her hopes up.'

Didn't want to get her hopes up. Did that mean what he thought it did?

'I'm sure you'll make the right choice, Harry,' said Luna softly.

The right choice.

'Thank you for the tea. I'll see you at the wedding.'

The wedding.

As Luna left, Harry sat silently, staring at the floor. He couldn't marry Ginny today. But the marriage was happening in barely four hours.

:D I hope you liked it! I think I'm gonna do the wedding next chapter, then the epilogue. Thank you for the reviews:') sorry it was kind of short.

Love always,

MadamLestrange1990 x