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The Boy-Who-Lived and the Girl Who Made His Life Worthwhile

Chapter Two

The week flew by fairly quickly. Hugs and kisses flew all around and were then pushed aside as the hectic final preparations for the much awaited wedding were made. Hermione was one giant ball of nerves. Anyone who thought she looked like the most nervous person there had to quickly adapt their views once they caught a glance once they saw Ron. The poor fellow couldn't stop shaking. Harry noticed more and more food left uneaten on his plate each night. He sympathized with his friends but found their nervousness quiet amusing, and made a point of telling them so. Neither was pleased.

The day finally came. All preparations were completed. Mrs. Weasely was having a fit because the twins had yet to arrive and the house ghoul had been rattling the pipes since early that morning.

All in all Harry felt that this was right. This chaos was the Weasely way and he wouldn't have it differently. He hadn't realized how much he had missed them while he was burying himself in his work. As he looked around it fully hit him. He missed the way Ron's ears turned red when he was under any emotional pressure. The way Mrs. Weasely fussed about his eating habits. The way Hermione always had a fact pulled out from some book for every occasion. Fred and George turning even the most dire situation into a humorous one. He had never really gotten to know Charlie and Bill but he missed them anyways and would've liked to get to know them better. He would've liked to test his Quidditch skills some more against Charlie and learn about Egypt from Bill. He would've liked to be there with Ginny as she shed her girlish naivety, and watched her blossom into the lovely young woman she is now. To be always caught by surprise every time she smiled his way no matter how often she had done it before. To hear her voice each time she spoke and hear her laugh- that deep husky sound that shook him to his core.

Harry mentally shook himself as he realized that his thoughts had focused too much on Ginny.

Why? Why am I so enthralled and enchanted by her? Why does her face always appear in my head when I least expect it? He asked himself.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to face the person who sought his attention only to find the woman of his musings. Her dress was a lilac color, thin straps on her shoulders held the gown up, it had a high waist line and the skirt parted in the middle like a curtain to reveal a white satin like material underneath. Her hair was down in curls falling about her shoulders like a crimson waterfall.

She's breathtaking, he mused silently.

Harry decided he was extremely happy that Hermione had insisted on muggle gowns for the wedding ceremony. But he wasn't too sure about her choice for the men. He felt as though the tie around his neck were a snake trying to strangle him.

"A knut for your thoughts," Ginny said to Harry teasingly.

"Oh... uh... it's nothing really. Just thinking it's great that Hermione and Ron will actually be fighting as a married couple instead of 'like' a married couple," Harry lied.

"They're receiving a great deal of grief over that," Ginny laughed.

Harry felt as though a jolt of electricity had just passed through him. He watched the way the sunlight shimmered off her hair and how her eyes lit up as she laughed and was enthralled yet again by her.

"Harry. I lost you again," Ginny said with an odd look on her face Harry couldn't read.

She must think I'm acting like some really weird creep, he thought despairingly.

"I just can't believe that this day is happening. Call it shock," He smiled weakly at her.

"Alright..."

"Sorry. I'm afraid I'm not one for mingling much. Make sure to save me a dance." He said to her nervously before walking away. Mrs. Weasely had just called to everyone to take their places since Fred and George had finally arrived.

I can't believe I just asked her to save me a dance. I think I might hang myself before the night is up, Harry thought as he made his way through the crowd of people up to the front where the ceremony was to take place. He went and stood by Ron and the Wizengamot Official that was to perform the ceremony. Ron anxiously fisted his shaking hands.

"Nervous?" Harry asked teasingly.

"Very funny Harry," Ron answered dryly.

Suddenly softly playing music came as the bride's maids and flower girls made their ways down the isle. Ginny walked down the isle regally, her head held high with the soft hint of a smile on her face.

Her eyes met Harry's for a brief moment and Harry became lost in their sapphire depths. The woman playing the harp suddenly stopped, jarring Harry from the trance Ginny had put him in, and Ginny went to her seat. Before she sat down she looked up at Harry once more with a mischievous glance.

Shit... I wonder what that was all about, he thought nervously as he glanced over at Ron. Good. He didn't see anything otherwise he'd be shooting me a death glare.

A man at an organ began the bridal march. (A/N: don't know what it's called. Sorry...) Hermione came walking down the isle towards Ron and all Harry could think was that it couldn't be Hermione. His eyes practically bulged from their sockets as they strained to see her better. Ron was beaming with a look of pride on his face. He actually looked pretty goofy but Harry decided that he had an excellent reason to look so.

Hermione was dressed in the traditional white wedding dress but that's where all similarities to other dresses ended. The material looked as though it was as fluid as water but still clung tightly to the curves Harry had never really noticed until now. The sleeves began just off her shoulders and fit snuggly from her forearms to her writs. The bodice of the dress seemed like a second skin until it reached the delicate golden chain at her waist then it flowed freely to the ground covering her feet. She wore a delicate Celtic looking crown that lay upon her forehead holding her veil that appeared to be made of the same material of the dress. They veil fell loosely on her gently flowing hair. She didn't hide her face as most brides did when they walked down the isle. She looked radiant as she smiled at Ron with tears in her eyes.

From the corner of his eye Harry saw many handkerchiefs being raised.

The ceremony was beautifully done. Harry had never seen the Weasely garden look so good before. Both the bride and groom exchanged vows without hesitation as the official bound them together for all eternity.

"Click." Harry heard George whisper to Fred.

"Yup that ball and chain is on good." Fred whispered back. "Charlie is the last free one of our kind."

"Even Percy married Penelope before... well you know."

Harry couldn't bear to listen to them any more as he was reminded of his failure to the Weaselys. He walked towards a tree that promised solitude.

Harry was lost in thought when he caught a whiff of Ginny's scent and knew she was approaching. Her very presence was like a siren's song beckoning him to her.

"Harry..." she began tentatively.

He turned around to face her and was once again struck by her beauty.

"I'm saving my first dance for you," she told him nervously.

Harry beamed at her.

"Well, I'm certainly a lucky man today. Would you like to do me the honor of dancing with me?" he asked as he offered her his right hand.

She gracefully placed her palm in his hand as he led her towards the music.

They danced along to a slow song that Harry could not recognize. Ginny rested her cheek upon Harry's shoulder. I'm in heaven, was the only clear thought in Harry's mind.

That was when the self-loathing side of his conscious decided to but in.

I'm a fool. She doesn't love me. How could anyone love someone who's the reason for so much pain? I don't deserve her. My hands shouldn't even be on her. They're responsible for too many deaths. She doesn't need a murderer for an admirer.

At the end of the song he pulled away from her with a veiled look so that she couldn't tell the rampant emotions coursing through him.

"What's wrong Harry?" Ginny asked, confused.

He forced a smile on his face and answered. "Wrong? Nothing. I just danced with a beautiful woman. You're a terrific dancer. I can see a few gentlemen looking at me as though they'd like to kill me though. You have many admirers. Thank you for the dance."

As he walked away from Ginny he saw an extremely handsome man walking towards her and had to clamp down hard on the jealousy he felt rising within him.

"'Arry! Oh la la! My aren't you a 'andsome one. It's been so long," a gorgeous looking blonde haired blue-eyed woman said as she approached him.

Harry thought she looked familiar but wasn't completely sure who she was.

"But of course you vould not remember moi. I was but a child vhen you rescued me during zee Triwizard Tournament!"

"Gabrielle?" he asked in astonishment.

"Oui!" She answered enthusiastically.

"You've definitely grown" he said appreciatively.

She laughed well naturedly.

Harry saw her glance at the dance floor and realized she was subtly hinting at dancing.

"Would you like to dance?"

"But of course." She nodded her head slightly and accepted his invitation.

As they danced Harry couldn't help but appreciate how attractive she was. He was a man and he wasn't dead so his body couldn't help but respond to all the seductive touches and glances she gave him.

Well here's a beautiful and more than willing girl. Maybe I should ask her out on a date, Harry thought. It's not as if I'd be cheating on Ginny since we aren't together and never will be. And it's been over between Giselle and me for months.

"Say Gabrielle... Would you by any chance want to have dinner with me sometime?" He asked and flashed the smile an ex-girlfriend once told his guaranteed anything he asked for would be given.

"I'd love to," she said as she ran her fingers up his arm and pressed.

The song ended and she turned around and sauntered away leaving Harry an enticing view.

He turned away from Gabrielle's lovely bottom and walked to the buffet table.

"Here you go Harry." Ginny smiled as she handed him a plate of dessert.

"Thank you Ginny," Harry said and took a bite from a rather good looking pastry.

All of a sudden Harry had the urge to bark and lick Ginny.

"There you go. Enjoy you Dog Dessert complement of Weasely Wizarding Wheezes." She ruffled the fur on his head and left him scratching his ear.

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