Ch. 7
AN: I tried to work on a new story that was the worst ever because it was written poorly, but I couldn't go through with publishing it. So instead, I'm posting this! Last chapter's references were 9News, Glee, the Soup, Children of the Corn, the Secret Window and the other two no one would get so I won't even mention. On with the show!
Harry rocked back and forth. It was his wedding day and he was finally going to marry the love of his life, Ginny. He looked at his watch, duly noting that his bride was ten minutes late, but he wasn't worried. Ginny would never stand him up like this. He knew she was on her way over and was screaming at everyone because she's so late. Harry watched Bridezillas, so he knows all about what happens with brides and wedding days.
As another twenty minutes passed, Harry was beginning to worry. Maybe she was in danger? No, he couldn't think that. Ginny was on her way.
*one hour later*
Harry still stood out at the front of the aisle. Some of the guest had left, telling him that a wedding wasn't happening and he should give up. Ron had went to see what was taking so long, but came back shrugging his shoulders. There wasn't anyone at the Burrow and he couldn't get a hold of Hermione.
"Should I just call it quits?" Harry asked. As much as he hated telling everyone that still sat in their seats patiently, all the Weasleys that he and Ginny weren't going to marry anymore, he hated the Daily Prophet there, snapping photos of him as he stood there like an idiot more.
"Well, Harry," Ron reasoned, "if you want something, go after it."
Harry, strangely, felt empowered by his friend's words and powered down the aisle. He would find Ginny himself and then get married.
He went about all the places he figured Ginny would go if she were to run somewhere. The downside: she wasn't in any of them. "She must have gotten a new hiding place!" Harry said to himself, exasperated.
The man returned to the Burrow, defeated, but at the same time not willing to give up. He decided to cruise around upstairs. He remembered that he left something in Ron's room and went to fetch it. On his way back downstairs, he stopped by Ginny's room. It was a long shot, but it was the last place that had once bore the mark of Ginny Weasley.
Harry didn't bother with knocking because she wasn't in there. He was wrong. Sprawled across the bed, staring at the ceiling was Ginny. She was in her wedding dress and looked like she was all ready to get married. She just seemed to be having some problem getting there.
Harry opened his mouth to say something, but his tongue was stuck. He blamed it on Ginny. She just had to gorgeous. Why can't she be like the briddezillas he sees on the telly? Snotty, ugly, and mean. But no, she had to look beautiful, graceful and perfect. What a life.
He managed to clear his throat, grabbing Ginny's attention. She simply moved her head to the side. Harry almost couldn't see her face, it was lost in her veil.
"So, wedding?" Harry finally managed to say.
"Yeah, it was supposed to start hours ago," Ginny said nonchalantly.
"Glad you didn't lose track of time," Harry didn't even try to hide the bite.
Ginny sat up and stared at the man she's supposed to marry in the face. "It's not that I don't want to get married. I just don't feel like getting married today."
"You don't feel like getting married today? What's the difference between today, tomorrow, or yesterday?"
Ginny took a deep breath. Harry had a point. Even though she knew that her excuse was lame, it was worth a shot. In fact, Ginny wasn't sure why she wasn't walking down the aisle, or at this point in time, married. It wasn't that she didn't love him, she was just sick and tired of being the center of attention. Everyday she would walk out of Harry's flat (which she was working on moving into from her flat), she would be blinded by all the flashing cameras and make the front page of the morning's copy of the Daily Prophet.
"You know, Harry, I just don't want to get married in front of the entire world."
"It's not like I invited them! They just show up and then refuse to leave until they have their story. Yeah, it's annoying, but eventually it will all end," Harry collapsed on the bed beside Ginny.
"You just think it will go away? It's been five years since the war ended and you're still the star of the Wizarding World!" Ginny sighed and went back to staring at the ceiling. She imagined life without the media.
Harry looked at her staring at the ceiling and, to his surprise, joined her. He imagined a house, with a white picket fence in suburbia. He was standing in front of his house wearing a sweater vest, freshly pressed shirt and tie. Beside him was Ginny. Her hair was pulled back in a bun, a string of pearls decorated her neck, and sky blue dress fit all the curves on her body. She held a steaming hot pie in her hand. In front of him and his perfect wife, were his 2.5 kids. They were dressed just like their parents and they all stood together, smiling, happy.
When Harry's bubble popped and he found just the ceiling before his eyes, he, like Ginny, didn't feel like getting married anymore. He had all he wanted: a bed, a woman, and his imagination set free to frolic wherever the hell it felt like frolicking. But at the same time, Harry knew it wasn't real. If he wanted his picket fence and 2.5 kids, living like the suburbanites, he had to go and get it.
"Ginny, come on, we're getting married!" Harry declared, standing up.
"Does this mean I have to face the media, AGAIN!" Ginny was in her happy place and she didn't feel like leaving it.
"Yes," Harry straightened himself up and prepared to make a speech. "You are getting up from this pathetic state of living and marching downstairs and out to that altar. So what if you have to face the media? Suck it up, you Mary Sue! Am I making myself clear? YOU put this wedding on THIS DAY and damnit, if I'm not married by the stroke of midnight, here go hell come! You agreed to marry Harry Freakin Potter and you are going to marry Harry Freakin Potter whether you like it or not! I will drag you if I have to!"
Harry didn't mean to shout at her. He just built up all this momentum and couldn't let it just go to waste. Only now he had to face a frightened Ginny and heavy breathing. He hated heavy breathing. It felt weird to him.
Ginny, however, wasn't frightened. Maybe startled by the sudden assertive tone the man had, but not frightened. It was like Harry just told her that he was going to be wearing the pants. She liked that in a man.
"You think everyone will still be there in 20 minutes?"
Harry saw a mischievous glint in Ginny's eyes and immediately jumped on her boat, "I don't think the question is whether or not they'll be there in 20 minutes, but if they'll be there in 40."
"50."
"Deal," Harry jumped back on the bed and pulled Ginny to him, crushing his lips into hers. Who said sex comes before marriage?
*two hours later*
Harry and Ginny collapsed on the couch in Harry's flat. Ginny had since abandoned the wedding dress. By the time Harry 'found' Ginny and 'convinced' her to come to the ceremony so they could tie the knot once and for all, the rest of the guests decided there was going to be no wedding. To the Weasley's surprise, the couple were completely fine with it.
"What should we do now?" Ginny looked over at what should be her husband.
Harry scrunched up his face, a sign that he was deep in thought. "We had planned a honeymoon in Italy, right?"
"Yeah, so what? We go on vacation and pick another day to get married and have a honeymoon?" Ginny reasoned.
"No. We go on our honeymoon and get married in Italy," Harry thought it was the perfect solution to this new problem.
"It's quiet, no media," Ginny mused.
"And we would essentially be killing two birds with one stone."
"I like it,"
"Do you?"
"Yes," Ginny saw no downside to the plan.
"Then it's established!" Harry threw his hands in the air, "tomorrow, we leave for Italy, get married, and live off the fruit of love!"
"Yay!" Ginny laid back into Harry's lap. She closed her eyes and fell asleep. As Harry watched her sleep, he felt himself nod off too. He knew the backlash from a runaway marriage would hit as soon as they came back, but who knows? Maybe someone will survive a killing curse in that time and become the new center of attention.
AN: this one was a little weird. Not as weird as James, but it's up there. Anyways, this chapter has 4 references that my conscious brain is aware of. If there are any more, they are an enigma to me. Guess the references! And leave a review!
