Harry pushed himself past the throngs of people who were eager to talk to him, inwardly cursing himself for leaving his invisibility cloak at the Burrow. Of course people would constantly be badgering him, did he really think that they'd let him be just because it was his wedding night? Sure, he wanted to spend the night with his wife, (wife; it still sounded surreal to him,) but they wanted to hear all about his exploits with The Dark Lord, and for some reason they always thought he wanted to tell them.

He yelled out excuses about having to use the bathroom or needing to talk to his mother-in-law about something important, and shoved his way into the first door he found, which turned out to be a broom cupboard. He took a step back in the darkness, hoping that nobody would need to mop up a spill, when he bumped into somebody else.

Whether it was his newly refined Auror instincts or the result of being targeted by dark wizards his entire life, Harry's mind whirred into overdrive, assuming the worst. He was seconds away from grabbing his wand when a familiar flowery smell engulfed him, and he knew who was in the dark with him.

"Ginny?" He pulled out his wand and murmured 'lumos,' and immediately saw Ginny standing before him, a plate of cake in her left hand, a forkful of cake in her right, and a full and bulging mouth.

"Hey," she said, the sound muffled from the dessert she was now trying to chew faster.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Eating."

"Oh, is this where we're supposed to do that? And here I was sitting at the high table all this time."

"Ha," she said, finally swallowing the cake, "well, I wish I could say the same. It seems that since I'm a Potter now, everyone wants to talk to me all the time. The only thing I've had to eat all night is the bit of cake you shoved in my face! I'm starving!"

But only a small part of that speech had truly registered with Harry.

"Potter," he said with a smile, "Ginny Potter. Ginevra Molly Potter. I like it."

She sighed, clearly exasperated.

"Yes, I like it too, but that doesn't detract from the fact that I've barely eaten all night, and the only time I've danced with you was during our first dance, and as soon as that was over I was whisked away! I've hardly even seen you all night!"

As she said it, Harry realized that he hadn't seen her all night. The whole time he was busy thinking about how he was being bombarded by questions, how he was unable to see her; he never thought that maybe she was unable to see him as well. He supposed he should have seen it coming; Potter was a pretty famous name these days.

Even though he hadn't had the foresight to realize what type of lifestyle Ginny was committing herself to, he was sure she had. The fact that she willingly accepted the lifestyle that Harry himself would have rejected given though choice made his heart swell, and he reached his hand out towards her.

"What?" She looked confused.

"You wanted to dance." He held his hand closer to her.

"In here? There's no room!"

"We'll make room. C'mon."

Ginny took his hand, cautiously, and they began to dance in the dark. Occasionally they knocked over a mop or some cleaning potion, but they avoided any major collisions by staying close together, arms wrapped around each other, saying nothing. Outside, they heard the music, the voices, and the laughter, but for the moment they wanted none of it. For the first time, it truly occurred to Harry that he was not dancing with Ginny, not dancing with his girlfriend, but dancing with his wife, and he held her closer still as he smiled wider than he had in a long, long time.