AN: Written for Fire the Canon's 'Hogwarts Games 2012 challenge'. I had to write about something that don't write often, so here it is: I haven't written about the majority of the couples below before, I have never written a series of drabbles with 200 words each, and I have never written in such a style either. Please r&r! Thanks.
I. Harry Potter and Ginevra Weasley.
Harry glanced at himself in the mirror, satisfied with what he saw. His shoes were nicely polished, his tie in place and for once his hair too lay flat on his head.
He looked down at his watch, a sense of excitement spreading through himself. In less than one hour, he would be married! Hastily grabbing his glasses, he briskly walked through the open doors of Ron's bedroom and trudged down the stairs to see Ginny .
On reaching her room, Harry knocked at her door, followed by it being pulled open by a beautiful, red-headed girl wearing a long, white wedding dress and a chain of daisies in her hair. As her eyes met Harry's however, her smile strangely seemed to falter and turn into a frown instead.
"What on Earth have you done to your hair?" she cried, utterly bewildered.
"W-Well, I -thought-" Harry stuttered, but was lost for words.
"Very well," said Ginny mischievously after a pause, "this ought to rectify it."
With that, she raised her hand to Harry's head and began ruffling his hair vigorously till it became messy and untidy, just like usual.
"Much better," she said, smiling, "Infact- just the way I like it."
II. Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger.
Ron Weasley sat by the fireplace in the Burrow, relaxing in a world of his own. He was reminiscing about all the extraordinary moments he and Hermione had shared together when the sound of a familiar voice brought him out of his reverie.
"Ronald Weasley!" he heard his soon-to-be-wife thunder, "One would have thought you to be a little considerate on your own wedding day! Incase you are unaware, a certain special occasion is scheduled to take place in ten minutes!"
"You sound just like Mum," he grumbled, as Hermione continued to lecture him.
"Your Great-Aunt-Muriel is already rambling about how 'laziness personified' you are, so it would to very well for you to get up and be a bit more social."
"And it would do very well for you to stop for a minute and breathe!" he blurted out before he could stop himself.
Both of them stared at each other for a few seconds, before Hermione slowly began to smile. "Come on then," she told him, extending her right arm, "Let's go get that wedding started."
He willing accepted it and the two of them walked together, arm in arm as single people for the very last time.
III. George Weasley and Angelina Johnson.
It was a cool, pleasant day in the early months of Spring and the Weasleys were busy doing the last-minute touches to the decorations of their son George Weasley's wedding. George, who was supposed to be getting ready to take his place at the isle was actually watching the whole scene discreetly from his bedroom window with a slight sadness pulling at his heart.
He barely even noticed the door creak open and the bride, Angelina Johnson walk in. "George, what's bothering you?" he heard her ask, as she walked towards him.
"Nothing," he replied, with a sad smile, turning too face her, "Nothing at all."
"I think I sense what's troubling you." she told him simply, "it's Fred, isn't it?"
George looked away from her, as he gave a reluctant nod. Angelina now looked serious.
"You must understand this, George," she said solemnly, "We haven't left the best man's seat empty for no reason. Fred will always be with you. In here." she added pointing to his heart.
"Thanks Angelina," George told her, a now genuine smile spreading across his face, "I'm so lucky so be having you as my wife," he said, finally getting up to get dressed.
IV. Fleur Delacour and William Weasley.
"What is ze matter Bill?" Fleur Delacour inquired with her fiancé as she delicately tied the sash of her wedding dress around her dainty and slender figure.
"It's just-" the freckled red-head hesitantly replied after a pause, "Do you think we are being wise by having a wedding in the middle of a war?"
"Bill," Fleur said, fondly looking at her companion, "putting off an event zat will give so much 'apiness and pleasure to us isn't worth it."
"I know, Fleur," Bill said apprehensively, "but I just can't help feeling that something doesn't feel right about this whole occasion."
"Nonzense!" exclaimed the part Veela, flourishing her hand. She had now placed the Goblin-made tiara on her head and was admiring her reflection in the mirror in front of her. "With 'Arry's disguise in order and all ze safety precautions we 'ave taken, nozzing could possibly go wrong."
"I guess so," Bill said precariously, "but I'd still like to be cautious all the same."
"Oh Bill," the silvery-blonde sighed, turning around, "you can never be too careful, can you?"
Bill looked at her affectionately and smiled. "Never," he whispered and leaned in forward to let his lips meet with hers.
V. Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks.
Remus Lupin sullenly stared out of the window, at nothing really in particular, with a slight uncertain feeling tugging at him in an exceedingly annoying manner.
His emotions, were however quite the opposite from the excited and cheerful metemorphagus seated opposite him, who could hardly keep herself still. He could not blame her for feeling this way- she had wanted to be together with him for a very long time, and though he did not approve of her choice, her wish to be with him had never once faltered. After much deep consideration, he had finally confessed his feelings for her and now they were only hours away from being man and wife.
"Remus?" she suddenly asked, shaking him out of his thoughts, "you love me, right?" Her hyper-activity had lessened considerably and she looked serious.
"Nympha-" he started to say before she interrupted him.
"Don't call me Nymphadora," she snapped, her hair changing colour.
Remus sighed. "You know very well that I do, Tonks," he said, truly wishing that this really wasn't the case.
"Good," she muttered, "because you are quite unpredictable."
Remus looked up at her and for the first time that day genuinely smiled, with visible amusement.