Chapter Seven

Harry watched as Ginny fiddled and fussed with her dress robes, scowling at her reflection in the mirror as she adjusted them over her bump.

"You look wonderful, love," Harry said, hoping that it wasn't the wrong thing to say and wouldn't start off another round of 'you're just saying that, you think I'm horrid and fat and ugly!' He came up behind her and gently took her hands off of her robes and hugged her. "Beautiful," he said again, softly and was rewarded by the scowl leaving her face to be replaced by a small smile.

"Where's the apparition point again?"

"Hermione said that it's all right to apparate directly in front of the church, they've got people in to put misdirection spells up against the muggles attending who don't know about magic," Harry replied.

With a rueful glance at her reflection again, Ginny said, "Well, I guess it's time to leave."

Harry nodded and pressed a kiss to her face, "I'll see you out front."

They disapparated with a crack to reappear in front of the church and were greeted warmly by their friends.

"Hard to believe isn't it?" Ron said with an easy grin.

"That Hermione is actually getting married?" Harry asked then answered himself with a, "Yes, it really is. It's good to see her so happy."

"Ha! We're so great," Ginny said softly causing Ron to chuckle.

"What on earth prompted you to set them up with each other?" Ron's date, no longer a mere plus one, asked.

Harry, who still found it slightly odd that his best friend should choose to settle down with their Potions Master, especially after he'd spent a good while before that going through women like underpants, hesitated slightly before answering, "I thought that they could be happy."

Snape nodded, "Perhaps we should actually enter the church?"

They trouped in and took seats together in a pew after saying hello to Mr and Mrs Granger, who seemed quite out of sorts at the fact their little girl would be married today.

Harry, who was only not Best Man because they were having neither bridesmaids not best men, made a quick trip to go and reassure the groom, who looked as he did when the full moon had just passed even though the full moon was a full two weeks away.

The service was a simple one, but sweet and lovely all the same, and Mrs Granger was sniffling into her handkerchief with a huge smile on her face by the end.

Harry noted, as he looked around the reception, that though life wasn't perfect, and he and his friends had seen a fair deal of the crappier side of life, life was good, he had a wife who loved him and a child they loved on the way; his friends were happily in love or near it, and settling down, and they were all free to be happy.