When Ginny and Harry awoke they were surprised to find themselves in their flat. They showered but didn't have much time to relax as their portrait announced the entrance of Molly Weasley. Ginny had chosen what she wanted for her wedding before they had gone back to school as she had known of the law for a while.

'Ginny! I couldn't I find you anywhere! You're not meant to spend the night with you fiancé the night before you get married! Now, let's go and get you ready. Hello Harry, the wedding is a eleven o'clock. Please be there at ten thirty to get ready with the Mariwizard.' With that, Mrs Weasley dragged Ginny off, not even giving Harry a chance to say goodbye.

Harry wandered around for a while before going to find Ron and Hermione. In the corridor he passed Parvati with Blaise, her match, who were looking around stonily at anyone but each other. Harry was really relieved that he had got Ginny as his partner, particularly when he knew many existing couples had been split up and there was no way to appeal against you match.

When he got to Ron and Hermione's picture, he found a picture of a house elf and all his family. Harry smiled. Someone had been having fun with the images on their doors; matching them to things important to the couples who lived inside. He asked the elf to announce his presence to the inhabitants and the picture quickly swung open to admit him. Hermione threw herself at Harry and hugged him, all the while talking at him.

'Oh Harry, I'm so glad you came. Weren't we lucky with the pairings? Now, I hear you're getting married in ooh, an hour; we'd better get you ready. You can't go looking like that. Ron, close the door behind you, we're going back to Harry's flat.' And with that they went straight back the way Harry had just come.

Once inside the soon to be Potter's flat, Hermione began throwing things at Harry. Robes, a comb and embarrassingly for Harry some underwear. He put it all on the minute Hermione had left and grabbed his wand before heading towards the Room of Requirement with Hermione. The school has designated this room as the place for wedding ceremonies as it would meet all the individual needs of the couple.

There was a whole group of people waiting outside the room for Harry as he needed to create the room. He paced back and forth three times before opening the heavy wooden door and peaking inside. It was perfect!

Inside was a perfect replica of the Burrow's orchard. The trees were in the same place and in full blossom, there was a wooden platform for him and Ginny to stand on between two trees and about thirty white chairs set out in two blocks. Between them was an aisle for Ginny to walk down, edged with beautiful pots of pink and white meadow flowers. There were fairy lights hanging between the trees and the magical sun was just about to set giving the whole room and soft glow.

Everyone entered behind Harry and gasped before taking their seats and murmuring softly. Harry stood uncomfortable at the front of the chairs for a few minutes before he walked over to Ron and leant down to whisper to him.

'Ron, will you be my best man?' Ron immediately stood up and engulfed Harry in a hug.

'Of course mate. I was wondering when you'd ask. While we're asking, will you be mine in a few days time?' Harry nodded and led Ron back to the altar where he stood fidgeting until the soft music began. It was a classic muggle song called Prelude, by Mozart.

Suddenly the door opened and Ginny walked in. She was incredibly nervous but Harry didn't notice that. In fact, he barely noticed that Mr Weasley was leading her down the aisle. She was wearing a strapless a-line dress with tiny glimmering beads sewn all over the bodice. Her hair was pulled up into an elegant twist with a few small strand pulled down. Harry was captivated.

Eventually she reached the altar and Harry took her hand from Mr Weasley's before kissing her softly on the lips. Together they turned to the mariwizard.

Twenty minutes later, Harry and Ginny turned to face the crowd as the mariwizard pronounced them husband and wife.

As they stood there, the room warped around them and suddenly the chairs disappeared and in their place a table appeared to one side, laden with food and the fairly light turned on. At the same time, the music changed and Harry and Ginny moved to the middle of the floor to take their first dance together to a wizarding song called 'Fairy'.

Soon, the party was in full swing and various couples could be seen dancing or chatting everywhere. Ginny and Harry had made the rounds, greeting everyone and thanking them for coming. They had just begun to dance again when Mr Weasley asked to dance with Ginny and Harry was pulled away by Ron.

Harry quickly found himself surrounded by all the surviving Weasley brothers who had all made the effort to attend the wedding for Ginny. Bill began the conversation.

'Okay Harry. So, we know that you haven't had a choice in this and that you have to marry Ginny, and I don't even want to think about it, but you have got to have a child in the next year or so.'

'Let's just cut to the chase, Bill,' Intervened Charlie before taking up the conversation, 'Basically, you hurt Ginny, you die.'

'Now, I think that sounds a little melodramatic,' added Percy, 'but it's true.'

'Ummm, okay guys. I would never hurt Ginny in any way but thanks for the reminder.'

Luckily for Harry, Ginny had just noticed his predicament and headed over to rescue him.

'Honestly,' Ginny started, giving the boys a stare much reminiscent of her mother, 'I leave him alone for just two minutes and you corner him and begin with the death threats. I'll thank you to remember that he is my husband and the two of us can do whatever we like. George, no need for that expression, I didn't ask you to imagine what we can do!'

With that outburst she dragged Harry off to the quickly emptying dance floor. Mrs Weasley headed over to say goodbye and then everyone had left and they began to make their own, hurried way back to their flat.

Once inside and after a warning from their door centaur, whom they had learnt was called Apollo, to place a Silencing Charm on the flat; they headed straight into the bedroom. Throughout the night, they had shared chaste kisses, but now there was nothing to restrain them.