A/N: So hello.

My mind was changed. You won't get the transition into my NG story until the Epilogue. Sorry. But I feel I don't really want to give it all away, and I would if I started telling you about it sooner.

So this story should only be about 3 or 4 more chapters long, then I'm going to start revising the NG story and start continuing Not Giving Up, Just Giving In. I have a lot of ideas for that story, it's not even funny.

Today couldn't be the day, Harry told himself. He surely wasn't getting married today. That had to be months away.

But alas, it wasn't. On this day, August 9th, 1999, Harry Potter was marrying Ginny Weasley. Today, everything he had been preparing for these last 6 months were about to pay off.

Ginny Weasley really couldn't believe this day was happening. She was finally marrying the boy she had dreamed about for years and had a crazy crush on forever.

To her, it looked like the singing Valentines had done their deed.

She looked out the window as she seen her father and brothers out up the huge tent by magic. Lighting the oil lamp beside her with silent magic, she got up.

"Ginny!" Hermione rushed through the door. "Oh, good. You're up." The brunette looked exasperated.

"What's wrong, Hermione?" Ginny asked, gawking a little at how heavy she was breathing.

"Nothing, it's just had you woken up any later, we would be late." Hermione said, like it was bluntly obvious. "Now come on, we have serious work to do!"

Hermione rushed Ginny in front of the mirror then called, "Fleur! She's ready!"

Ginny had agreed to let Fleur do her make-up and hair because she herself knew she wasn't skilled in that department whatsoever. And besides who better to do it than Mrs. Beauty herself?

"Oh good!" Fleur ran in, curlers in her own hair. "Ginny iz going to be beautiful!" (*I'm not very good at the whole French Accent part so bear with me*)

"Ok, ladies I will see you later. I have to go help Mrs. Weasley." Hermione said, then appeared beside Ginny and whisper in her ear, "And Relax, Ginny."

What a good way to make her nervous.

Nervous wasn't going to begin to cover how Ginny felt as Fleur finished her hair. Fleur and spun her away from the mirror so she couldn't see what she was doing. At first Ginny was a little bit agitated with that. She hated surprises. But when Fleur did turn her around, Ginny couldn't believe her eyes. She looked… Gorgeous. And Ginny doesn't really like appraising herself. She had completely forgotten her annoyance towards Fleur, and was momentarily stunned.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Ginny jumped from her chair and engulfed Fleur in an unsuspected hug. "Thank you!"

Less than an hour later, Hermione and Mrs. Weasley had quickly and carefully –as though not to ruin Fleur's masterpiece- pulled the dress over Ginny's head.

When everything had been set into place and Ginny seemed perfect, Mrs. Weasley stood back and began to sob.

"Oh, Mum…" Ginny walked carefully over to her and hugged her carefully.

"I-I can't b-believe y-y-you're all g-grown u-u-up!" Ginny had never seen her mum in such distress other than Fred's funereal and Ginny silently hoped to herself that they were for 2 completely different reasons.

Honestly, Ginny didn't know how to react to that. For one, she didn't honestly feel that she was completely grown up. She wasn't even 18 yet. Secondly, she certainly wasn't a mother. The only person she could have possibly filled in that role for was Teddy Lupin, and she had only seen him a few times this past summer and last summer for 3 funerals.

"Mum…" Ginny had decided to attempt this, "I'm never gonna be gone. I'll always need you. What happens when I become a mum? Who will I go to for advice? Aunt Muriel?" Mrs. Weasley chuckled. "Well, I wouldn't even if I didn't have you, because we've all seen how her children and her grandchildren turned out." Again, Mrs. Weasley chuckled. "Mum, I'll never be far away. Just a floo away." Ginny smiled at the saying the Wizarding World had adopted and changed from Muggles.

Ginny Weasley hugged her mum tight as she heard a soft knock from the door.

Harry was in George's flat above the joke shop. Harry had tried to explain that there was no need to do this in a different house, but Ron and all of Ginny's brothers had said there was to be no chance of Ginny and Harry meeting throughout the morning until 1 o'clock when the ceremony was scheduled to begin.

Harry seemed to be stepping on eggshells around the Weasley's brothers, especially Percy. Harry began to doubt that Percy was comfortable with his sister getting married. And at such a young age, at that. Harry hoped he wasn't going to say anything to him; he really didn't want stress today. Today was meant to be happy and joyful.

But it seemed Fate did not take count upon Harry's wishes, and strutting over was a rather unreadable Percy Weasley.

"Harry, come downstairs with me." Percy asked, his voice unreadable as well. Harry didn't like this. Being able to read people's emotions through their face and actions was one of Harry's better defense systems. But he couldn't be at war with Percy, could he? All he was doing was marrying his sister-

Harry realized he had just answered his own question with the obvious answer.

Percy didn't know exactly what he was doing, or why he was doing it, but it just didn't feel right to let this go on without saying something to the bloke.

So after Harry had politely asked Harry to talk with him downstairs, he felt a little annoyed.

Does this guy ever say no?! The thought angered Percy. Harry seemed way too good to be true, especially for his little sister. Percy's mood relaxed a little after he saw the look of horror on the bloke's face.

When both of them had descended the stairs into the Joke Shop, Percy realized how unfitting the scenery was for this situation. He was trying to intimidate Harry, not make him laugh his arse off…

But Percy knew what had to be done.

"Harry, tell me something." Percy stated, voice harder than usual.

"Shoot." Harry said, gesturing to let him continue.

"Do you love my sister?"

"Of course, Percy." Harry looked as though the thought he didn't was preposterous. "What would make you think I don't?"

Percy pondered this for a second, and could find nothing but his own yearning for it to be true, but he didn't want to be totally off guard for the next hour. He would be watching Harry Potter/

Percy patted harry on the shoulder and nonchalantly (* I can't spell that word…*) walked upstairs, leaving a rather perplexed and confused Harry potter below them.

Hermione opened the door after a light knock on the door came. Ginny was surprised to see Bill standing there, smiling. His smile faded, however, when he seen Ginny.

"Do you not like it?" Ginny asked worriedly. She had come to notice lately that Bill and Harry were a lot alike. If he didn't like it, she was worried that Harry wouldn't either.

"No, no, Gin, no." He grabbed her hands comfortingly as Mrs. Weasley, Hermione and Fleur left them alone. "You look beautiful." He studied the dress. "Was that-" Bill began, but Ginny cut him off.

"Tonks's wedding dress?" Ginny finished for him. "Yeah. Andromeda found Tonks's will not too long ago and it seemed Tonks had given this to me. I always loved this dress."

"I have to say, you better in this than she did." Bill laughed and hugged her quickly.

"Thank you." She sighed.

"I guess I should get to the point." Ginny looked skeptically at him. "Your brothers and I thought you should be told this." Bill braced. "Although we think you are much too young for this by years, we feel over the course of these last few years, you've grown to the mental age of 25, completely old enough for a commitment like this." Bill smiled, "And Harry seems to be 45 which we've decided it much too inappropriate, but who are we to tell you who what you can and can't do anymore?" Ginny laughed. "But we wanted you to know, we're backing you on this. All of us. We can see how much you two want this, and we believe you guys can do this."

Ginny hugged Bill tight, almost on the verge of crying like her mother had.

Almost as planned, Ginny looked at the clock, saw it was 10 until 1, and heard a faint yell, "Ginny! Bill! It's almost time!"

As Bill wrapped an arm around his sister and headed down stairs, he silently hoped Percy wouldn't do anything stupid today. With the way he had been looking at Harry this summer, he didn't look to calm about this arrangement.

Ginny and Bill came down as Arthur came in.

"How do I look?" Ginny's father asked. "Presentable?"

Ginny nodded, trying to laugh at his bright purple suit, "Of course Dad."

Bill kissed Ginny's head tenderly and went outside to take his seat in the front row next to Ron.

"Are you ready, dear?" Arthur asked his only daughter, trying not to let the waterworks come.

"I'm ready." Ginny smiled at her father as he laced his arm through hers.

As Ginny heard the song began to play, she braced herself for her last few moments of being Ginny Weasley.