A/N: I'm terribly sorry that I haven't updated. I've hit an
obstruction in the plot and can't get past it to the next parts. If
anyone out there has any advice for me on how to write in two weddings
then by all means give it to me! Simply review with ideas or if you can
help me a little more drop me an e-mail. :) Thank you. (That's also why
this chapter is SO short) :(
After a rather intense and exhausting day of study late in December, Harry leaned back to rest for a few moments in the fluffy, high-backed armchair found in his private study down in the depths of Valahost Hall. He had lately been delving so deeply into some of his subjects that the Hogwarts library had failed to have on hand the books he needed. Fortunately, he had a rather large library at his disposal.
Ginny had spent her days studying and organizing the Order of the Griffin from her study within Phoenix Manor. She had customized it to fit her needs during the last summer and now often visited it to sort mail, read, and sometimes, to simply think. Harry was less picky about where he spent his time. So long as it had what he needed and when he needed it.
There was a mediocre flash of silver and blue flame followed by the appearance of Ginny. Harry smiled happily, but tiredly. "What brings you here my Lady?" Harry asked with an attempt at humor.
"You do actually," Ginny answered him as she walked over, placed her hand on his forehead, and frowned. "You need to rest Harry. You're overdoing yourself. Wouldn't it be great if the world's only hope for survival keeled over from over-work before his real work began?"
Harry smiled and shook his head. "No one can gain too much knowledge. Anything other than my health that brings you here?" He stood up and made his way to the couch so that he could sit next to Ginny. She promptly joined him, sitting quite close.
Ginny shook her head as well, but instead changed the subject. "Remember that conversation we had on the terrace behind your manor last summer? Christmas is next week Harry. We're going to get married."
"Oh yeah," Harry said sheepishly. He continued to think about the subject and then began to steadily blush. "So weren't you going to explain to me about the Law of Magical Marriage?"
Ginny smiled and then began to explain, much like Dumbledore had, about the Law. "It really is quite advantageous, romantic, and generally good for us," Ginny concluded.
Harry nodded and continued to explore and examine the concept in his head. A certain part of the explanation had struck him as important and he realized what he had neglected since the previous summer. He felt extremely uncomfortable about the subject. "Um. . . Ginny?"
"Yes Harry?" Ginny asked.
Harry blushed and desperately tried to gather his thoughts before responding. Once he began it all poured out as quickly as he could say it. "I haven't really told you this directly, but, well, I love you very much and I would die if anything bad ever happened to you. I've never felt so close to a person before and I'm glad that I can share my. . . love with you. He looked up towards her face to find that her eyes were moist.
"I love you too Harry," was all that she could manage to say as she stared deeply into his magical green eyes. They slowly drew together and before they knew it, their lips touched and they fell into a passionate kiss.
*
"Okay," Hermione said precisely as she reviewed her list again. "I think that we have everything in order for our wedding. All we need to do is issue the invitations to the select few that we have invited and make sure that Dumbledore really has this time limited memory charm going."
Ron shrugged, "Sounds fine to me except for one thing. Who's the guy who marries us and says the famous line, 'You may kiss the bride?'" He stretched and sat up. It had been rather easy to plan the wedding for him. All he had to do was sit back and let Hermione do it.
Hermione's eyes widened in panic, "I forgot to ask Dumbledore!"
"Don't worry about it," Ron said as he stifled a yawn. "We can just ask Dumbledore about it later. No worries."
Hermione frowned and leaned towards him trying to impress her force upon him. "We'll go and find out about it now! The wedding is in three days! There has to be a plan!"
"Okay, okay," Ron muttered. "Now is just fine, we can do it now." He stood up from the desk in the library and walked hastily after Hermione's retreating form. He caught up with her as she swiftly made her way to Dumbledore's office. "Was there anyone in mind who you wanted to have perform the ceremony?"
"I don't really care," Hermione replied, "but it is necessary for the ceremony. The reason I'm getting married is you, not the guy who marries us."
"Good point," Ron said quickly as they made their way past the gargoyle, ("Butterfinger!") and up the moving staircase towards his office. They found him sitting alone behind his desk studying or perhaps pondering.
"Was there anything I could help you with?" Dumbledore said as he smiled with the familiar twinkle in his eye.
Hermione sat down nervously. "Yes Professor. We were wondering as to who would be performing the marriage ceremony for Ron and I."
Dumbledore smiled and responded, "So long as it's a Lord of Phoenix, it's up to you. If you so wish you can bring that person's respective Lady in on it as well." He studied their reactions and wondered who they would pick.
"That basically leaves you or Harry then," Hermione said slowly as she turned the choices over in her head as she considered. She sat back on the chair. It was a very difficult choice indeed.
Ron chuckled, "That would be so cool! We could be married by our best friend!"
Hermione nodded slowly and finally sided with Ron. "I hope that you're not offended but we're a tad closer to Harry and all that. . ."
Dumbledore nodded, "No offense taken at all Miss Granger." He smiled and suppressed the urge to laugh out loud. Harry would be so pleased about performing a wedding ceremony on the eve of his own wedding.