"Harry," Ginny whispered to her sleeping partner, "It's time to get up. Today's the day of the wedding and we better start heading for The Burrow."

"Okay, dear. I'm getting up." He rolled over and gave Ginny a kiss and started to get out of bed.

Ginny found what she needed for the day and sent it to her parents' home. She got in the shower, her mind reeling from what was going to happen today. I'm marrying Harry James Potter. The Boy Who Lived, who defeated the Dark Lord. But that's not why I'm marrying him. I really am in love with him. He's the perfect boy, well, he's almost perfect. He sees me for who I am, not just another girl. And he truly cares about me. We've been through it all. I can't believe this. She tried to remain calm, but her happiness was making her glow as if she were pregnant. She felt elated.

"Ron," Harry said to his friend who was putting on his own tuxedo, "This is it, isn't it?"

"What do you mean, Harry?" Ron asked, confused

"I mean, is this real? Is this really happening? First, you and Hermione and now, Ginny and I."

"I believe it is real, unless this is all a dream. Though I doubt that."

"I doubt that, also."

Someone knocked on the door of the dressing room. Harry opened the door. It was Hermione, she had a note in her hand. "It's from Ginny." she whispered so low that only Harry heard her. "Read it privately." she whispered, her eyes darting toward Ron. "Thank you, Hermione." Harry said, hugging her.

"Oh, and congratulations." Hermione said, loud enough for Ron to hear.

"Thanks." Harry said, his cheeks flushed.

Harry,

I just wanted you to know that I love you very much. And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

-Ginny

Harry was standing at the end of the altar, waiting for his wife-to-be to come down the aisle. Arthur Weasley was also waiting, on the other end of the altar. Everything felt surreal. He was about to marry the most wonderful girl in the world.

The person at the piano was starting the Bride's March.

Here she comes, Harry thought to himself, Stand up straighter. Smile.

And in the next moment, Ginny was walking down the aisle, smiling at Harry. Her long, scarlet hair was curled into ringlets and the back of her hair was in a bun and she had on the most beautiful dress in the world, it looked like something out of a fairy tale, it was corset-like on the top and large and silky on the bottom. She looked absolutely stunning. Harry's eyes met hers and they both teared up.

Ginny got up to Harry and felt euphoric. She couldn't believe this was happening.

She and Harry said their vows and kissed for the very first time as man and wife. They went to dance while the band played. Ginny felt wonderful, she hoped Harry felt the same. While they were dancing, she put her head on Harry's chest and wanted to remain like this forever. Her mother came up to them, just as happy as can be.

"Oh look at you two," she said "Ginny, I've been dreaming of this day since you were born." She was smiling Ginny wondered how her cheeks didn't hurt. Ginny got out of Harry's arms long enough to give her mother a hug.

After her Mum left, everyone seemed to want to talk with the newlyweds. They asked mostly the same questions; "Where are you going for your honeymoon?", "Are you moving anywhere?", "Planning for kids yet?", etc. By the time everyone had started to thin out, the only people that hadn't talked to Ginny and Harry were Ginny's brothers and their wives. Ginny didn't question it. She assumed they were waiting for her to get out of her dress clothes.

"Surprise!" Screamed George and Angelina as they gave Ginny a box full of.. something.

The wedding had ended a half hour before and Harry and Ginny were getting ready to go to their new home in Godric's Hollow, where Harry had been living before he and Ginny had started staying together. Harry had gotten Kreacher to start staying there instead of 12 Grimmauld Place. He had been ordered to clean up, at least a little bit. Harry had actually been by the night before and made everything look nice for Ginny, she just didn't know that. Harry had even gone to buy them whatever they'd need for months. He had gone to Diagon Alley, even, for non-Muggle necessities.

Everyone had given them what they wanted to, except for Hermione and Ron but they were coming over that night to have dinner with the Potters. Everything was going nicely.