A/N: Hey! Okay, so this chapter doesn't really have any James/Linny fluff, put I can't just make chapter after chapter of that stuff, because then you guys would get sick of it.

Hell, I'd probably get sick of it, too.

But, anyways… here it is!

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"Oh, wow, Caroline," my mom breathed. "You look stunning."

I shifted uncomfortably. "Thanks, Mom. Can we get going now?"

She smiled and clasped her hands together. "Oh, sweetheart, let me find the camera."

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. B!" Jane cried as she rushed up to us. My mom turned to her and gasped. I could understand her reaction. "We don't have time!"

Jane was in a light pink silk dress that lightly brushed against her knees. The sweetheart neckline accentuated the soft curves on her tiny frame, and the material fit her like a second skin. Her long blonde hair was up in an elaborate French twist, with a bunch of tiny daisies scattered throughout. Her cheeks were flushed and her blue eyes sparkled with the excitement of the day.

Victoire was finally getting married.

"Look, Mrs. B," Jane continued hurriedly, "I'll make sure to take a couple of shots of her myself, but we really have to run. I promised Victoire I'd only be gone an hour, and it's been an hour and a half."

My mom nodded quickly, brushing tears back from her eyes. "Of course. She must be frantic with you missing! I remember when I married your father, Lin, one of my own bridesmaids –"

"Bye, Mom!" I cut her off as we waved and raced out the door and apparated to the Burrow.

We arrived and barely broke stride. Jane led me to Marcus, who, like me, was not actually in the wedding party. Marcus was there as Jane's date, and James was the best man, so we were stuck together. Jane kissed Marcus briefly on the cheek before running up the staircase.

I glanced at him wearily. "What's up, Marcus?"

He grinned. "Wow, Lin, you actually look like a girl today."

"Shut it, Swift." I punched him in the shoulder.

He rubbed it, the grin never leaving his face. "You wanna find our seats? We've got about 10 minutes before the ceremony begins."

I nodded, and walked into the backyard. A tent had been set up for the reception, but the ceremony was to take place in the glow of the April afternoon. Hugo approached us. "Help you to your seats?" he asked as he handed us our programs.

I giggled. "You're the usher?"

"And a groomsman. Victoire's cousin on Aunt Fleur's side is the other usher, but I reckoned he'd try and flirt with you, and I don't want James to cause an uproar."

I blushed at his comments, scowling.

He stuck his tongue out at me and led Marcus and me to a cluster of seats. Some people had already sat down, and the members of the four-piece band were already tuning their instruments. I wondered how late we were, what with me asking Jane to pop over to do my make-up and hair for the day.

"Merlin, I hate these robes." Hugo broke my reverie as he tugged at the collar of said dress robes. "They're scratchy and stiff."

"Yeah, well, at least you don't have to wear a dress." I snorted.

Hugo glanced at me, and Marcus told him, "Don't tell her she finally looks like a girl, Hugh. She'll punch you."

I punched Jane's boyfriend again. He frowned at me. "On principle." I grinned.

Hugo rolled his eyes and motioned for us to sit next to Eddie, who was fanning his face with his program. "Hello, Lin, and…"

"This is Marcus. You must remember him from the quidditch team." I sat down next to him.

They shook hands. Eddie looked embarrassed. "Sorry, Marcus. It's been a while, and I was never one for quidditch, anyway."

Marcus laughed and sat down on the other side of me. "No worries. How you ever ended up with Ary, though, is beyond me."

Eddie laughed lightly at that, his smile not quite meeting his eyes. I made a mental note to ask him about it later.

We sat in silence for the remainder of the time. I twisted my fingers anxiously, examining the lower half of my dress. It was a pale green; the only green, in fact, that will work with my hair, and even still it was debatable. I sighed and brushed imaginary crumbs off of it. The material was smooth soft and clung to me. It too fell to my knees, just like Jane's.

I sighed again, checking the time. "The wedding should have started by now," I muttered to Marcus.

As if on cue, the band started to play some piece of classical music. Teddy and the groomsmen filed in front of the archway, where the officiator had already been standing or some time. Marcus grinned at me. "Seer."

I shushed him and stomped on his foot with my high heels. He winced and turned to the wedding procession, as did I. First came Roxanne, Molly, and Lucy, the little Weasley girls I had seen at the Burrow over Christmas break. They sprinkled white rose petals over carpet that made the aisle between rows of seating. Fred followed clutching a sating pillow with the rings on top.

And then, as if she'd been doing it all her life, Lily came sauntering down the aisle, clutching a small bouquet of white roses and beaming in joy. Her dress was identical to Jane's, and fit her perfectly. I could tell the shade of pink for the dress had been chosen with the Weasley hair in mind. The colors were more in harmony than not.

Rose followed soon after, though more conservative in her walk than her cousin had been. A silvery blonde passed next, fluid in her steps and demeanor. I figured her to be Victoire's cousin. She looked like she was part Veela, too.

The music changed and suddenly it was Pachelbel's Canon, and Victoire appeared at the end of the aisle, beaming and blushing and everything a bride of 21 should be. Her long blonde curls were piled on her head with a tiara that looked majestic. Her dress was neither sleek nor puffy, but a good mixture of the two. In short, she looked like a princess.

Her father was crying silently as he walked her to her new husband. Ary and Jane followed, winking at us as the passed, carrying the train so it wouldn't become stained. Marcus and Eddie both inhaled sharply, and I grinned, feeling tears prick at my eyes.

Ary took her place behind Victoire as maid-of-honor, her smile proud and eyes shining with moisture. Teddy stood up straighter with a stupid grin on his face, his hair starting to turn pink. Everyone on either side straightened themselves and looked forward. Ary took the bouquet Victoire had been holding, and the ceremony began.

My eyes instantly flitted to James's figure. His dress robes fit him nicely, but I was frustrated I couldn't see his face. I sighed, but continued to watch him as the ceremony continued.

"Do you, Ted Lupin, take Victoire Apolline Weasley, to be your…" But I couldn't hear the rest, because all of a sudden James's head whipped around and locked eyes with me. I blushed, but he smiled and something in his eyes made my heart melt. I wanted to run to him, and never let go.

"Then I declare you bonded for life!" A shower of stars fell upon Teddy's and Victoire's hands, and soon, they were running down the aisle and towards the tent, with James and Ary hot on their heels.

I cried softly into my hand, cursing my lack of foresight. I hadn't thought I would cry, seeing as how I barely knew Victoire. But I knew in that moment that she was still important to me, as was everyone in the Weasley clan, Potters included. This wedding had been perfect, for the perfect couple.

Someone tapped my shoulder. "Lin."

I grinned up at him and took the offered handkerchief. "Thanks, Eddie."

He helped me up and walked me towards the tent, seeing as how Marcus had rushed after Jane as fast as possible. We walked slowly.

"Thank you, Lin," he said suddenly.

I was surprised. "For what?"

"For talking to me and making me realize what a prat I'd been to Ary." He sighed and an indescribably look passed over his face. "It's made it harder in some ways, but I'm glad for it still."

I stopped him just outside the mouth of the tent. I could hear a short speech being made. "How has it made it harder?"

He winced. "She feels like she can now let loose around me. Which isn't a bad thing, but she had a temper tantrum this morning and threw a vase at my head."

I bit my lip. "Sorry."

He shrugged, and then smiled brilliantly at me. "But it'll be worth it, I know. Because I love her more than anything." He hugged me. "And thank you for all the wedding planning."

I patted him on the back as we broke apart and moved inside the tent. "Don't mention it." He chuckled, but I shook my head. "No, seriously, don't mention it here. Ary will kill us both if anyone finds out today."

He paled and nodded, just as James approached us. "Alright there, Eddie? You look a tad pale."

He nodded. "I think I'll just go find Ary." He left.

I turned to James, who was smiling softly down at me. "Hi," he breathed, stepping closer to me.

"Hello," I smiled back.

"The first dance, Ladies and Gentlemen!" Albus cried in a magically amplified voice.

The lights in the tent dimmed and soft music began to play. James held out his hand. "Care to dance?"

"Yes," I took his hand but did not otherwise move, "but we should wait until it's socially acceptable, otherwise Victoire will kill us."

He pulled me closer and wrapped his other arm around my waist. "True."

I rested my head against his shoulder. My heels now made the top of my head barely brush the underside of his chin. Couples finally began to join the new Mr. and Mrs. Lupin on the dance floor, so James silently led us there, too.

We swayed in time to the music, and I closed my eyes, keeping my head against his shoulder and breathing in the scent that was so James. My hand gripped his lapels loosely.

We continued on like that for the next few songs, but soon, too soon, the music began to speed up and we were forced to find seats. We joined Ary and Mrs. Wood at their table.

"Hello, you two. Quite the couple you make." Ary's mom winked at us. I giggled and James blushed. She turned to James suddenly. "You and Ary are supposed to dance. You know, you being the best man and her the maid-of-honor."

James seemed taken aback, but agreed and led Ary out to the dance floor. I looked at Mrs. Wood curiously. "Mrs. Wood? Were you trying to get rid of him?"

"It's Lizzie, dear, please." She sighed and slipped into the seat James had just recently vacated. "I wasn't too subtle, was I? It's never been one of my strong points."

I shook my head. She sighed again and continued. "It was imperative I get you alone, though. I know what you've done and," I tried to interrupt her but she stopped me, "no, I know what you've done and I'm so very, very glad she met you. And Jane, and Carly and Georgie, but you're very quick on your feet and very brave, too." She chuckled. "Not many people can order Ary around, and make her take to heart what you've said. Eddie, too." I looked at her in surprise, and she giggled. "He let it slip that you and Jane and Carly had talked to him, too. Just to me, though, because he came in while Ary was at work."

I frowned. "How did Mr. Wood take the news?"

"Oliver was very angry at first, but I threatened to kick him out, and that was the end of the matter. He's a little cold towards Eddie at the moment, but he'll lighten up at the wedding." She paused and looked at me very seriously. "Dear, are you sure you want to plan this wedding?"

I sat up a bit straighter, feeling like I had to be defensive. "It's not just me that's doing it."

"I know." She patted my hand and smiled. "Instead of dealing with the companies directly, however, just to make that easier on you, why don't you send me the names of caterers, photographers, anybody really, that you need to hire and I'll do it for you. It'll take some of the stress off."

I hugged her tightly. "That would help so much, thank you!"

After we pulled apart she handed me a small white purse with a golden clasp. It shimmered in the light. "It's got an undetectable extension charm on it. It holds the lists and things Ary, Eddie, and I have put together. It also holds a budget." She paused, and flashed me a mischievous grin. "You can keep the purse, too. I've found that having one with that particular charm on it comes in handy often."

I hugged her again. "You're the best."

She blushed, but Jane chose that moment to come running towards our table. "Lin," she gasped. "I promised- pictures."

She then proceeded to drag me outside. "Help me!" I squealed. Lizzie just laughed.

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A/N: Oh, yeah, and I almost forgot. The TV show I referenced in the last chapter was Tom and Jerry.

There isn't a reference in this chapter though, to Dr. Who or anything else. Sorry!

Maybe next chapter? (hopefully)