A/N: A Lee and Ginny chapter for grangergal101 and Whisperheart. This one doesn't have Lee in it, or Lee and Ginny together, they should be together in the next one.

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Lee x Ginny
The Burrow

She didn't even know why she was feeling like this. After all, this was no big deal. She was getting married. No biggie. Honest.

Okay, it was a big deal. She was nervous, so nervous and she didn't even know why. After all, she didn't actually love Lee. They were just friends and that was it. They were being forced into marriage, so…why would she feel nervous? You were only supposed to be nervous if you were in love with your fiancée and eager to be married. She wasn't.

The whole idea of her future scared her but that was understandable. She didn't know what would happen in her future – obviously she would be Lee's wife, Mrs Ginevra Jordan. That sounded horrible. It didn't even fit properly, Ginny Weasley just sat better together, it sounded right. Ginny Jordan, no, just not right.

She was going to have his children as well, she would have to. She wouldn't have a choice in the matter. She would be a mother in just a few short years. It was a scary thought – she wasn't old enough to have kids. She was nowhere near old enough, she hadn't even finished school.

She wasn't ready to be married. She wasn't emotionally ready, her head wasn't in the right place, she hadn't finished with the single life yet, hadn't even started her life properly yet. None of these arguments would make a difference. She was going to be married, today.

Today, she was Ginevra Molly Weasley. She was a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was free and single. She was still the baby of the family. She still had a crush on Harry Potter. Okay, she was in love with one Harry James Potter.

Tomorrow, she would be Ginevra Molly Jordan, wife of Lee Jordan. She would still go to Hogwarts, she would always be the youngest of the Weasleys but she wouldn't be single. And, she could certainly not still be in love with Harry.

Harry was marrying Lavender. Ginny loathed her. Harry was supposed to be with her, Ginny. They'd dated for a few months at Hogwarts, been so in love and then he'd had to leave her to defeat You-Know-Who. It had been hard but bearable because she knew that he still loved her, was always thinking of her and that this was something that he did have to do. They were intending to get back together when You-Know-Who was defeated but now…now the Law was in place and both were promised to another.

She'd been avoiding Harry although he had tried to talk to her a few times. It wasn't an easy task – they were living together, in the same house, in the same pretty small house. She couldn't talk to him though. She wasn't strong enough to talk to him. If she actually spoke to him, she would give in and cry and scream and rage. It would be humiliating and pointless. Better that Harry did not know anything, did not know that she still loved him, still yearned to be Mrs Harry Potter. Ginny Potter, it fit better, much better. It sounded better as well.

As a kid, she'd actually dreamed about marrying Harry. This was probably before she'd even met him. Her dad had told her, quite kindly, that it was fairly unlikely she would actually marry Harry (he had added, however, that Harry would be a fool not to fall in love with her). She'd been such an idiot around him, embarrassed herself countless times and then she'd finally gotten him. He'd actually loved her. Her, Ginny Weasley!

She wanted to cry, really cry. She hadn't cried for a long time, not since…well, since Hogwarts when they had been in the Room of Requirement and Harry hadn't been there and the world looked bleak, so bleak. Many people had cried when the Battle was finally over, they'd collapsed into tears of relief and joy and grief, but not her. She'd stayed strong and hadn't shed a single tear.

She stood up and eyed herself critically in the mirror. Although she and Lee weren't having a proper wedding, she still was wearing a dress. She hadn't planned to, she was just going to wear jeans but her mum had practically thrown a fit about it. She'd had to buy a dress. It was perfectly nice, nothing special.

That pretty much summed up their whole wedding, their whole relationship – nothing special. For it was not special in any way, they were more like brother and sister, indeed for years Lee had been the twin's best friend and had seen her like a little sister. It was a little awkward between them, better when they were playing Quidditch or talking about things that were not related to the wedding, marriage, love or children. It wasn't special though, it wasn't the ultimate romance she had secretly hoped for.

They had decided not to have a big, fancy wedding, agreeing that those sorts of weddings were not appropriate for them and their circumstances.

Today, she and Lee would go along to the Ministry registry offices and say their vows and sign something. Her entire family (including all of those who were Weasleys, but didn't actually bear the surname) would all traipse along; his parents might turn up as well. Then, they would be married. Her mum was cooking a big dinner (same as usual, really) and that would be that.

She tried not to think about afterwards. When she would be Lee's wife, the contract would be signed and she'd be…well, attracted to him. She couldn't think of that, it was too weird.

Suddenly, there was a very light knock at the door interrupting her musings.

"Come in." She called turning to the door.

Harry. Merlin, just the person she hadn't wanted to see.

"Hey." He said simply, sitting on her bed uninvited.

She briefly considered telling him to leave or leaving herself. She realised suddenly that she needed to talk to him, she needed closure.

"Hi."

"You look really nice." He told her awkwardly. His hands were twisting uncomfortably in his lap. She sat down next to him hesitantly; he shot her a very quick, grateful smile.

"Thanks. It's nothing special though."

There was a long, yawning, screaming silence which neither was able to break although both of them wanted to.

Ginny opened her mouth, Harry stopped her. "I know." He said plainly.

She knew he was telling the truth. He did know exactly what she was feeling and what she would have said because well, he was going to say it himself, he was feeling the same as her. It made her want to squeal with excitement and then burst into tears to know that he still loved her. She was pleased because he was supposed to love her, it was only right that he loved her. But, they would never be together, could not be together. It made her want to weep for what could have been, what would have been.

They would have been together for a few years, just seeing each other, taking it slow. They would have forever, why rush things? Then, he would propose. Properly – down on one knee, maybe in front of her family, maybe just the two of them. She would say yes, of course. They would have a small wedding, just close friends and family. Then, they would live together in a little cottage somewhere, blissfully happy. She would play Quidditch professionally and he would be an Auror, of course. One day, she would have a sort of hunch, she'd take a test and she'd have to tell him – she was pregnant. They'd have a few kids, three or four. The kids would grow up, resemble both of them, of course. They'd go off to Hogwarts, one by one. She'd be sad but so proud of them all. They'd go on to have their own families, her and Harry staying together through it all. Very in love, very happy, together always.

She blinked back tears. It was what she had wanted. She would never know this life apart from in her imaginings.

"S'okay." He mumbled taking her hand and squeezing it gently. "I know."

She managed to nod.

"You know we don't have a choice, right?"

She nodded again.

"I asked, you know. I went to Kingsley and asked him if he would change. Apparently they can't even make an exception for the Chosen One." He chuckled mournfully, more because he felt he should than through actual humour.

She smiled weakly. "S'okay, it won't be that bad."

"It'll be hard watching you marry him." He said earnestly, looking deep into her eyes. It made her want to cry all over again. "Because…I want to be the one you're marrying."

"Me too." She said thickly through tears.

"We have to though. It's gonna be okay. Promise. We'll still be friends. In then end it's supposed to fade away, everyone says that eventually you stop loving someone you can't be with. Well, I promise you it won't. I'll always love you."

"Forever." She agreed solemnly.

He pulled her to her feet and gently wiped the tears away with his thumb. Then, unexpectedly, he kissed her. She responded instantly, pulling herself closer to him, closing the non-existent gap between them. His arms were wrapped tightly around her, almost but not quite too tight. They broke away when the need for air became too great and remained in each other's arms.

"Love you." He told her, leaning his forehead against her own. It felt right. So right. This was how it was supposed to be, this was how it was supposed to feel, this was what should have been.

"Love you too." She said. Tears stung her eyes.

He removed his arms from around her, smiled at her sadly and walked out.

The door closed quietly behind him, too quietly. She wanted a loud noise, something noisy and violent, something that properly conveyed how she was feeling. They were never going to be together again – why should it be so quiet? She crumpled onto her bed and sobbed freely. She didn't care what she looked like or who would hear her or that she was supposed to be married in just under an hour. It didn't matter – her heart was broken.

Harry leaned heavily against the doorframe just listening to her sobs. He closed his eyes tightly shut and took a deep, shaky breath. He wanted to dash in their and take her in his arms and promise to be with her always, tell her they would find a way. He didn't. One tear ran down his cheek. That was all he would allow himself. He could not fall to pieces today of all days. Today, he had to be strong for her, for Ginny, for the love of his life. He had to ignore the pain, just smile as she married someone else against her will. He had to ignore the fact that his heart was broken.