AN: Forgot to put disclaimer in Chapter 1, I do not own Harry Potter and company. This is only for fun.

This is my first fan fic ever and I hope everyone enjoys it. I haven't done any kind of writing in over 20 years so be kind in your reviews. Cheers.

Chapter 2 The Wedding

The next week flew by and before I knew it the Wedding Day was here. I was very excited because this is the first wedding I had ever been in, but I was also a little nervous too, I really didn't want to mess anything up. I can just imagine myself walking down the aisle looking resplendent in my gown, smiling, looking quite beautiful and then tripping and falling flat on my face. 'Oh I don't think I can do this, I know I am going to fall or have to use the loo or something.'

I hadn't even gotten out of bed yet and I am imagining all sorts of horrors. I was going to say that I was sick and that I couldn't go through with it. I just knew that I would bring shame to my family and that the Daily Prophet would have pictures of me face down on the ground with toilet tissue stuck to my shoe.

As I lie in bed contemplating my total humiliation in the wizarding community, I hear my Mum yell that it is time to get up.

I come to the conclusion that I can't pretend to be sick because after all, it is Ron and Hermione and I just couldn't let them down. So with a loud groan I managed to pull myself out of bed and put on my dressing gown.

I figured a large cup of coffee would help, I mean, it really couldn't hurt could it? I trudged down the stairs into the kitchen and went directly to the coffee pot and poured myself a very large cup.

'Morning Sweetie, did you stay up late last night?' my Mum asked me.

I just mumbled back at her because in all honesty, I don't think I can speak. I was with Hermione last night, celebrating her last night of being single and I knew I had too much wine. One thought does cheer me though is that Ron and Harry probably feel a whole lot worse than I do. They also did some celebrating but they were drinking Fire Whiskey, and a lot of it.

I realized that I was not going to see Ron this morning because he has already moved into his new flat. This thought depresses me and then it hits me, 'I am the only one here now', all of my brothers are gone and now it is just me, Mum, and Dad.

I almost started crying because I felt so alone without Ron here. Mum noticed my sniffling and came over 'Ginny dear, what is wrong, why are you upset'?

Of course this really gets me, and I started sniffling even more and I just didn't know how I could express this, 'Ron's gone, I miss him!'. I managed to sputter out as my father walked into the room. I knew when he glanced at Mum he was wondering if this is some 'girl' thing and he didn't know whether he should leave or something. Mum obviously signaled that it was fine for him to stay because he sat down next to me and put his arm around me. I leaned into him and wished I was a little girl again and that he could make everything right.

'Ginny, I know that this is hard for you, but he still is close and I am sure that you can visit him anytime' my father started.

'It really won't be the same Dad, I know I'll get over this, but I am still a bit sad that he won't be here with me' I told him.

Mum sat down on the other side of me and said 'I always feel a little sad every time one of the boys leave, but I'm trying to focus on how happy Ron is now and will be, with Hermione, try to think of it like that, it helps'.

Again, the strength of my Mum showed itself. She had her children move out one by one and she focused on the positive things instead of the sadness of their leaving.

'I'll be alright; it's just a lot going on, thanks Mum, Dad'. I leaned over and kissed my Mum on the cheek and then kissed my father.

I finished my coffee as we all sat at the table and went over what needed to be done before the wedding. I decided to get dressed and get started on my chores before it was too late.

I finally got everything done and now the yard is just perfect for the ceremony. I took my bath and fixed my hair. Hermione wanted me to wear it up because she bought me some beautiful earrings and wanted everyone to see them. Mum gave me some old books that she had on some hair styling spells and I had been playing with them all week. Unfortunately whenever I tried the spells; for some reason I kept looking like McGonagall. However after several minor disasters I did find a spell that looked quite flattering on me. My hair looked nice and I stared at my reflection while I put my dress on. I realized that me falling down the aisle isn't going matter because everyone will be so dazzled by this dress.

The thing is that I liked the dress, it was such a pretty style and fit me wonderfully, but, well, however, the color was horrible on me. Now pink is my favorite color, and there are some shades that I can actually wear and still look good in, but the pink on this dress, well let's just say this shade doesn't look good on red heads. In fact it looked awful. When Ron saw it on me last Thursday when I picked it up he said that I looked like a turnip. Of course Hermione wasn't in the room because if she had heard that, she probably would have hexed him. Mum heard him though and smacked him on the back of head.

I was really surprised that Hermione wanted me to wear pink. I guess she has always acted so straight forward and no nonsense you would think she would like a color that wasn't quite as 'girly'. However, one thing that I have learned about Hermione over the years is that she isn't always what she outwardly seems to be. I remember one time when Ron and Hermione had just started liking each other; Ron had bought her this ugly little stuffed bear with a heart. When he gave it to her, she got all giggly and silly about it. It was really funny to watch because you wouldn't have expected her to act like that, but way down deep, Hermione is an incredible romantic. It was because of this little seen sense of 'girliness' that I wore a very pink dress.

There isn't much I can do about it and so I decided that no matter how hideous I look, I was going to make the best of it.

'OK, I really need to breathe now, I am so nervous, the music is starting and here I go....'

The ceremony was really lovely, dad officiated, and I didn't fall! I also didn't hear any snickering about my dress, so I figured that I didn't look too horrible in it. My dad spoke about the seriousness of the marriage contract and about the different types of love that are involved during a successful union. It was really a lovely speech, then he bound Ron and Hermione's wands with the silver marriage cord while they drank the Eternal Potion of Sincerity. Selected people came up front and ate of the Magical Ambrosia and gave words of wisdom to both Ron and Hermione. They exchanged their rings and said their vows and then they were married.

As they stood in front and were introduced as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, all of the guests rose up and had eggs in their hands. Ron and Hermione looked horrified as they thought that they were about to be pelted with eggs. Everyone threw the eggs at once and right before they hit the cringing couple, the eggs popped open and miniature white doves flew out. It was really quite a sight and I was laughing so hard because I knew Fred and George had planned this (new item: 'wedding eggs'). Once Ron and Hermione realized that they weren't dripping with yolk, they too laughed. I thought it was really a nice way to end the formal ceremony.

Next there was the greeting ceremony where every guest approached Ron and Hermione and gave them small gifts or tokens of good luck (and fertility as Fred and George kept reminding Ron). Once that was finally done, my father uttered a spell and the chairs were rearranged and tables moved over and finally everyone got a chance to relax as the wedding dinner was served.

The dinner was superb. We had roasted lamb with mint, roasted new potatoes and fresh asparagus and butter peas. It was a very traditional meal for the wedding feast and what was the best part is that I didn't have to help cook it. Colin's brother, Dennis, is trying to start his own restaurant and offered to cater the whole event. After numerous arguments with my Mum she finally agreed to let him do the work. I knew it was hard for her to let go of the cooking duties but I had to say that Dennis did a great job and the food was a great success.

After dinner the couple had their first dance together as husband and wife. All of us gathered around and showered them with flower petals and magical dry sparklers as they waltzed together. Finally, everyone started to dance and Harry kindly asked me to dance with him.

I have always enjoyed dancing with Harry because I think I just feel so comfortable with him. I don't have to worry about counting my steps, or tripping, or making stupid small talk. We just seem to move in some sort of easy rhythm and neither one of us needed to concentrate on the dance or the steps, they seemed to come strangely natural.

We were chatting about the wedding, how happy Ron and Hermione looked, and how funny the 'Wedding Eggs' were. I told him how nervous I was about walking down the aisle and that I was afraid I was going to trip and fall. He told me that I did great and that he almost forgot Ron's ring and had to run back to the house and retrieve it. We were having fun and laughing at each other, that is when the conversation took a different direction......

'I also feel so odd in this color, it's really not me' I whispered up to him, as I didn't want Hermione to hear me at all.

'Oh Gin you look, er, well, umm, the dress fits you nice' Harry tried to stammer out.

I looked up at him and rolled my eyes, 'Nice try Harry, but I look like a turnip in it, at least that is what Ron said'.

At that Harry let out the sharp bark of laughter and couldn't stop. Now at first it was a bit funny but when he couldn't stop laughing, I started to get irritated 'It's not that funny, Potter!!'

'I'm sorry Gin', he coughed out as he finally started to calm down 'I really don't mean to laugh at you, it's just your comment caught me off. Yeah the color isn't the greatest but you still look very pretty, in fact I have always thought you were one of the prettiest girls at school'.

I stopped dancing and looked up at him suspiciously 'don't over do it Potter, I'm still mad at you'.

He grabs my hand and twirls me around, 'Oh my sweet little Ginny Bear, you know how much I adore you, I would never want you mad at me' he cooed at me, as he tried to get back into my good graces.

I smiled back at him, shaking my head; I just couldn't resist him when he gave me that tone. 'OK get me some Champaign and you are completely forgiven'.

'One glass coming up, m'lady' he bowed to me as the song ended and he walked over to the drink table and with a flourish handed me my drink. I just laughed at him because sometimes, despite his quiet personae, he acted so silly you really couldn't believe it's him.

We finished our glasses and moved on to meet and visit with other people. As the night wore on I danced with all of my brothers, my Father, Hermione's Father, a few Uncles, and a couple of Ron's friends from work.

It was time for Ron and Hermione to leave. They had booked a hotel room for their first night together and wouldn't tell anyone where it was, afraid that Fred and George would leave some 'gifts' for their wedding night. They were visiting Greece for their honeymoon, as Hermione had met a lot of Grecian Wizards and Witches through her work, and she really wanted to see the Wizarding community there.

I went into the house and helped Hermione change out of her Wedding robes and change into her traveling robes. Normally she would have gone straight to the hotel as they were planning to apparate but it is sort of a tradition to see them off and Hermione decided it would be better if she left her robes at the Burrow.

We hurried downstairs because I knew that Ron wanted to leave before Fred and George could torment him anymore, which they had been doing most of the night. As Ron and Hermione walked down the front porch, everyone was cheering and yelling out goodbyes I heard Fred yell 'Remember Hermione, the spell is...... Erectus Staminus in case Ronnie-kins has a problem'. I am not sure Hermione even heard that but Ron gave him a really rude gesture with his hand and with a loud crack they were gone.

Everyone sighed a bit and quieted down out of respect for the departed couple. Then we all turned around headed towards the back yard to continue with the party. Wizards and Witches love a good party and never give up an opportunity to keep on dancing and merrymaking. It didn't matter that honored couple had left; I knew that some of the guests would be here most of the night.

I kept on dancing and laughing and having a wonderful time. I knew I was getting very tired and was feeling a bit stiff but I didn't want this lovely evening to end. So I avoided Mum, in case she would chastise me and order me to bed, and kept on visiting with my friends.

Harry came up to me and asked me to dance again. We headed to the dance floor and started our easy sway to the music.

'Gin I did want to tell you that in that dress, regardless of color, you really do look lovely tonight' he looked down at me with a serious expression on his face.

I smiled up at him 'Thank you Harry, but I am really not mad at you anymore'.

He looked down at me again with a strange look in his eye, one that I have never seen him have before, 'I know, but I really wanted to tell you how nice you look, you have really changed a lot in the past couple of years'.

I smiled again at him and then it hit me. Everything and everyone just faded into the back ground and I was just staring at Harry's eyes. They were mesmerizing and I don't think I could have looked away even if I had wanted to. It felt like the air had been removed from my lungs and Harry was the only thing keeping me alive. I couldn't even register what was happening. It was wonderful, it was horrible, I wanted these feelings to stop, and I never wanted this moment to end.

But end it did when I took a misstep and my leg gave out under me. I felt myself starting to fall and then I started to feel light, like I was floating. Since I was staring at Harry the whole time this happened, it took me a moment before I realized that I was in his arms.

I looked down and we were no longer dancing but he was carrying me over to the nearest table. When I looked up he still had that strange look in his eyes and I felt myself becoming lost in them again. I was jolted back to reality when my mother hurried over and started fussing 'I had a feeling this would happen, oh dear, Ginny you've done too much and didn't get enough rest'.

Harry gently set me down on a chair, 'It's OK Mum, I just tripped a little, I'll be fine'.

By this time we had attracted a little crowd of worried relatives who came rushing over to find out what had happened.

'She'll be fine, she just tripped,' Mum tells the crowd, they begin to go back to their dancing and visiting, leaving just her, Harry and I at the table. 'Ginny, I think it's time for you to go to bed, you go on upstairs and I'll bring up your potion,' Mum says with an air of finality, signaling that my lovely evening was going to end.

I just sighed, knowing that arguing with her is useless and also knowing that she was correct. I was extremely tired and I just knew that I would pay for it in the morning.

I started to stand up and my leg gave out on me again and Harry just swooped me into his arms and said 'Molly I'll carry her upstairs, she's too tired'.

'Harry really', I started to protest, 'If I just sit here a rest for a moment, I'll be fine and can make it myself'.

'Nonsense' he replied as he is carrying me across the yard, 'Quit being stubborn and let me do this'.

Again I sighed and just leaned into him, it's just easier not to argue with him either. Between him and Mum I know I won't win this. 'Thanks' I mumble to him.

For the whole five minutes that it took him to get me upstairs to my bedroom I just relaxed in his arms and I realized how nice it felt. Being carried around in general is not fun, you get jostled a lot and it always seems painful in some way, but this was different, I could almost fall asleep like this. I closed my eyes and imagined just to fall asleep in Harry's arms would be quite, well, wonderful. It was a testament as to how tired I truly was that these thoughts didn't make me sit straight up and slap myself for thinking these things. I haven't thought 'romantic' thoughts about Harry since third year and tonight I had several of them in one night. It didn't even come to me as to how strange that was.

Harry opened my door with his foot and walked over to my bed and gently laid me down. He asked me if I was alright and I assured him that I was and thanked him again. He started to look around my room, actually it was Ron's old room but Mum, Dad, and Ron converted it to a studio a couple of years ago as a birthday gift. They expanded it quite a bit and added a lot of windows for the light. I am really quite proud of it and I just love working in it.

Harry wandered over to an unfinished painting that I unfortunately had no time to work on that week. He stared at it a bit while I held my breath hoping that he would like it.

'Gin, this is really good, I mean I never knew you had so much talent' he said then he realized that statement didn't sound quite right, 'I mean that I knew you had talent I guess I never really noticed how much until now'.

I just watched him as he looked at various paintings that I had around them room. He looked over at me with that intense stare again, I wasn't sure what I should do or say to him, but the moment was broken again when Mum rushed in with my potion.

'Ginny dear, now just drink this down and I'll help you get settled for bed', Mum came over to the bed and started her fussing again. I was still just watching Harry with my breath caught in my throat when he cleared his throat, walked over to the bed, leaned over and kissed me on my head. 'Good night sweet Gin, don't let the bed bugs bite'. Then as he turned away I could see a blush come up on his face. I think I was in shock over everything that I really didn't respond to him as he left my room.

My thoughts were in turmoil as I changed into my night dress and was settled in for the night. I didn't know what had happened tonight, I didn't know if I imagined the whole scene with Harry or not but it did leave me with some happy, if not, confused thoughts as I slowly drifted off.