Super pumped for this chapter! Hoorah, hoorah. Since this is going to be a long chapter, I might as well make it a long author's note as well. I dyed my hair on Thursday- wow that was ages ago. Just thought you should know.
While I'm crapping on, I'd just like to apologise for any spelling mistakes in previous chapters. I found one the other day and it said: he kissed hair passionately (if you didn't get that, it was supposed to be her). Clap clap for the handicap. I tried to edit them but I couldn't work out how to. So - yeah. That's it from me.
But not before a message to my one and only reviewer (Prerna, you don't count - I go to school with you.):
KystalK8: thank you so much for reading my story. Star right here - (you) - Hooray for you.
Chapter 6 (6 CHAPTERS, Hooray for me!): The Wedding
It is normal for a person to feel strange on their wedding day, but for Harry, it was not expected. Over the last month, he had grown closer to Rose, to the point were they were good friends, and it felt extremely bizarre for him to be marrying her.
Not to mention how nervous he felt. It wasn't as if he loved Rose; he didn't even like her in that way - although Hermione and Ron didn't believe this for a second. But even Harry could not deny the feeling of both nervousness and excitement welling up in him.
Harry paced around his bedroom, fretfully readjusting his tie. "Bloody Dumbledore..." he grumbled, turning around yet again. Yes, it was all Dumbledore's fault. Here he was, ruining the life of a lovely young girl, just because Dumbledore told him to. He hated how Dumbledore could affect him like that, and resented him for it.
"Well would you look at you," Harry turned around and was greeted by none other than half of his adopted family; Ron, Fred, George, Mr and Mrs Weasley. Ron, who had been the one to speak, was close to collapsing at the amount of giggles he was holding in. Mrs Weasley was close to tears and obviously new nothing about Dumbledore's plan.
"Look at you...sniff...to think you were only this big..." she motioned Harry's height at the age of eleven, before continuing her melodramatic blubbering.
"Now... now... sniff...you're all grown up... sniff...some muggle... hardly know you anymore..." she leaned on her husband for support, who gave Harry an apologetic smile.
Fred and George stood with smug smiles behind their parents as Mr Weasley pulled his wife away from him and went to Harry. Getting the message, Fred, George and Mrs Weasley left the room, the latter sobbing hysterically.
Mr Weasley gave Harry an encouraging look before bracing himself for what was to come. "Now, I'm not big on speeches," He turned to Ron, who stood behind him, still giggling childishly, sending him a dark look before continuing. "And I'm not your father, but I'll tell you what my dad said to me, thirty long years ago. Good luck, and take good care of her." He finished with a sigh.
Harry was slightly taken aback by Mr Weasley's practically insubstantial advice, but nodded anyway.
The three made their way down stairs and into the largest room in the house. The parlour, usually used for Order meetings, was decorated with hanging flower arrangements and candles. Making his way sown the aisle, Harry recognised nearly all of his guests; Neville and Ginny and the rest of the Weasley family, Luna, Lupin, Tonks, Kingsley, Moody, Mundugus, Snape, McGonagall and eventually Dumbledore, who would be conducting the ceremony. The only exception to this was the Daily Prophet reporter, who would have only his pictures to remember this house and event.
On reaching his place, Harry met Dumbledore, who was smiling almost self-righteously, giving the room's occupants knowing looks.
"Good to see you, Harry, on this happy occasion," Dumbledore piped cheerfully.
Harry gave him a doubtful look. "Yes." He said flatly. The room suddenly went quiet as Harry turned to see Rose, flanked by Hermione, standing in the doorway. His heart must have skipped a beat, for Harry felt all of the blood rush from his head, filling his feet and planting him to the ground.
Maybe it was the dress, or Rose's beautiful hair done in that way, but Harry completely forgot the twenty other people in the room. Before he knew it, Rose was at his side and Dumbledore had begun the ceremony.
Ron was almost blood red throughout the whole ceremony, coughing away his giggles whenever Dumbledore said anything along the lines of "to have and to hold", only earning himself sinister looks from Hermione.
Suddenly, Dumbledore came to the line Harry had completely forgotten about: "You may now kiss the bride." Dumbledore, Hermione and Ron smiled smugly. Harry's eyes grew wide before he gulped and turned to Rose. She looked at him apologetically before they both closed their eyes and leaned in.
It was exactly the same as in his dream. Her lips were warm and inviting, and before he knew it, he wrapped his arms around her and deepened the kiss. Suddenly, he realised what he had done and pulled away from her lips.
Absolutely crimson, Harry looked down ridiculously embarrassed. Noticing Rose was still in his arms, he looked up, only to see her beautiful face blushing profusely.
Smiling, Harry looked over at her shoulder, to see Hermione smiling encouragingly, close to tears. Turning around, Ron had in fact exploded and was composed himself to the point were he had stuffed his hand in his mouth in order to stop himself breaking down yet again.
Fluffy enough??? I felt like crying, don't know about you. The bit with Mr Weasley was pretty crap, but poor little Harry, no parents and all. I am so sorry about the last chapter, which I admit was the worst I have ever written. Talk about a pointless chapter.
I have to do my science assignment now: alternative energy generation. Fun! I'm so pumped (again, sarcasm doesn't work on paper).
Any way, if you would be a dear, read my bosom buddy, Prunz's story: Love Potions and Revenge. Bit of Fred and George for you. Review or a pox upon you.