So, here's the follow-up/sequel/whatever to the one-shot "The Words Are Hushed." This one isn't a songfic because I couldn't find a good wedding song for this. As always, the typical disclaimer: I do not own any of the copyrighted characters or other components of the Harry Potter series, they are possessed by J.K. Rowling. Anyways, happy reading. I heart reviews.
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Today was finally the wedding. The first day of the rest of their lives. The best day of his life, forever to be cherished. The past months had been a whirlwind of preparations, fitting in plans for the wedding around his busy schedule as a professional Quidditch player (Ron had wanted him to sign with the Chudley Cannons just so that he could get free tickets; unfortunately for his best friend, Harry had ended up with being Seeker for Puddlemere United). And Ginny, still fresh from Hogwarts, was caught in a frenzy of job applications. And then, there was the finding and furnishing of the London flat that would be their home. Home was a place that Harry hadn't known for a long time in his life. They said that home was where the heart is, and he knew that his heart would always be wherever Ginny was. Forever.
He anxiously shifted his weight from one foot to the other, straightening his glasses, his dress robes, then his glasses again. His dark hair still remained a lost cause, growing whichever way it wanted.
"Nervous?" asked Ron from somewhere behind him. He would be Harry's best man for the wedding. Ron was the first friend that he had ever had, and without him he may have never met Ginny. But that was life, full of connections, in the jigsaw puzzle that was slowly being completed.
"Definitely," was his reply.
"Yeah...you and my baby sister. Strange how some things turn out...never would have thought it would have happened until it happened."
"Well, I guess it happened. I know that getting married is what you do when you find someone you love and want to spend the rest of your life with them. It's just that it's the next level up in your life...and whether or not I'm ready for it, it's happening today. I wish my parents could be here with me, just for today." Harry sighed.
"Yeah, I know what you mean." Arthur Weasley had died at the hand of a Death Eater while fighting the Second War.
"Someday, Ron, you'll feel this way too."
"Someday..."
Fast forward. He was watching Ginny walking up the aisle, almost floating towards him. Her dress was simple, yet beautiful. One of the photographs of his parents' wedding floated in front of his mind for a moment. A black-haired boy and a red-headed girl, holding hands and surrounded by a crowd of their best friends. They had been as happy, as drowning in love as he was right now.
The vows they said were the most wonderful words in the world. And as her strawberry-coloured lips embraced his he knew that this glowing, radiant woman was his, and he was hers. Forever.
The wedding was an emotion-packed event, if her mother's frequent bouts of bursting into tears were any indication. Even Hermione had tears in her eyes afterwards...though her wedding might be happening soon enough, should Ron finally muster up his Gryffindor courage and take that final step with her. Not even all of the Dementors at Azkaban could suck the happiness out of the place.
Nothing mattered now. It didn't matter that Luna had worn a hat made out of quills. It didn't matter that Fred and George had used the even to try and get more testers for Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. All that mattered was that now there was now a bond between them stronger than any Permanent Sticking Charm. And he took her softly as his, and she as hers. Forever.
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I guess this can stand alone, as well. I'm such a hopeless romantic. Feel free to point out any grammatical errors.