Okay. I lied. Each ending will have three parts. Mostly, because I don't want to way you down with a lot of words in one chapter.
So, here's part 2 of the first ending...
Chapter 26
DRACO
I watched as she had her long, red hair brushed by her best friend, Granger. She looked nervous. She was still smiling though. She was smiling my smile. Her friend, of course, wouldn't know that. I couldn't believe this day had finally come. I had been dreading it for months.
I wasn't sure what she was thinking. She'd only been out of school for eight months and now she was marrying Potter? It seemed like she was rushing things. "Of course she was rushing things," I told myself, "Everyone was rushing things these days." Weddings were an everyday occurrence after all that had happened. I had seen Blaise marry Daphne, and Pansy marry Goyle, and I'd even heard that Weasley and Granger would be tying the knot soon. It wasn't every day that I watched the girl I loved get married though. But how dare she smile my smile when she was marrying him? It was more than I could bear.
I hadn't actually been invited to the wedding. I hadn't expected to be. Potter and I had hated each other all through school. She and I had been best friends though. I could remember our late night talks by the lake, sneaking around so people wouldn't find out we were friends, holding her when she cried, but mostly I remembered her laugh. And her smile, my smile. It should have been me she was marrying. I wish I could take back all the awful words I said to her the last time we had talked. I knew it was that that had finally driven her into his waiting arms. I remembered that last battle, when I had called her a blood traitor. I didn't think we had a future at the time. But then my family was pardoned. But would her family have ever accepted me? I would never know.
I climbed a tree to get a better view of the wedding. I was high enough so they couldn't see me, but I could see them. Leaning back against the tree, I brushed my hair out of my face. The music was starting. Potter was standing by the altar, Weasley at his side. I saw Potter's face change as his bride, my best friend, approached him. Though it killed me to admit it, I knew he really did love her. He could keep her safer and happier than I could. Well, he could keep her safer than I could, I amended. I knew I could make her happiest, but as long as she was happy with him, I couldn't find it in me to begrudge her.
I saw Potter kiss her, and I knew it was over. A tear escaped my eye as I climbed back down the tree. She was gone. I had lost her for good. I couldn't get her back.
I turned on the spot.
GINNY
Today was my wedding day. I was barely graduated, and here I was marrying Harry Potter. I could remember a time where this would have been my dream come true. Then he'd come in and spoiled everything in the most wonderful way possible. I now knew that my heart had ever only truly belonged to him. Maybe that's why I still wore his necklace. It was a sign of happier times. I had accepted that I would never be really happy again, but I could still fake a smile for Harry.
He had waited for me to graduate school and then asked my parents' permission to marry me. My family immediately agreed. Not that anyone bothered asking me. But I couldn't have said no. Not when Harry made my family so happy. It's true he was well off, he had a career, not to mention he had saved the entire wizarding world. So, I guess I couldn't complain about marrying him. But still, Harry wasn't him. And today, my wedding to someone I didn't love would be solidified.
Hermione was helping me do my hair. She and I had decided long ago we'd be each other's maid of honor. She looked at me and asked if I was nervous. I said I was and then smiled, a real smile, the first in a long time. I had remembered when I thought I would marry the blond boy who'd swept me off my feet and how nervous that had made me feel. This was nothing compared to that.
I watched Ron's face light up as Hermione walked down the aisle. He had finally popped the question and I knew he was dreaming of the day that this situation would be reversed. I glanced at Harry, who beamed at me. I gave him the best smile I could. I walked in time to the music, holding my dad's arm as he cried. He gave me away and then I stood facing Harry. He just kept smiling at me, and I smiled back, more easily this time. I was thinking of him. It was strange, but I almost felt like he was at my wedding, though of course he hadn't been invited. No one involved in the planning knew enough to consider inviting him.
Then Harry kissed me lightly and the wedding was over. That was it. I was now Mrs. Ginny Potter. I knew the name would never please me. Oh well. Such is life.
NEVILLE
I watched as my best friends got married. I clapped as they were introduced as Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter and I knew that they would be fine. Of course, Ginny would never be really happy, but she was always the one to sacrifice her own needs for others' happiness. Yes, Harry had himself a good wife. I only hoped he would appreciate her.
I looked around at the other guests and wished I had brought a date. I had hoped to bring Luna, but she took off after school to travel the world and look for creatures. I was one of the few in my year who hadn't gotten married yet, but I couldn't settle on a girl. Dean had married Padma Patil and Seamus had married Parvati. It was true that Seamus wasn't fully over Lavender's death yet, but Parvati had understood and that's what they had bonded over. Ron and Hermione would be marrying soon, and no one was surprised. Justin Finch-Fletchley had married Susan Bones. And Ernie MacMillan had declared himself a lifelong bachelor. Until, of course, Romilda Vane gave him the eye, and suddenly Ernie decided marriage might not be so bad after all.
The only other person who was in my year that came to mind who wasn't married or engaged was Draco Malfoy. And I knew why. It was one of the same reason's I hadn't married. Because the woman we loved was marrying someone else. I knew I would always love Ginny, but I also knew that she wouldn't have chosen me. But she had chosen Draco, and, jealous as I had been in school, I now pitied him. I had turned after the kiss hearing a noise and had just caught a glimpse of a blond man disapparating. I was glad he had made it to the wedding. I hadn't been sure my owl would reach him.
As I turned back to face the front, I saw Hannah Abbott looking quite lovely in her blue dress robes. She smiled at me…
Yes, yes. Cheesy, I know, but still... I know you all needed more Neville in your lives.