Author's Note: Ah… forgiveness… and what's this?
It was the big day, already. Yes, time flies, doesn't?
If anyone was nervous, it was Harry. He knew that as soon as he got to that altar, it would be the moment where he'd think about what he was doing, how he was going to spend the rest of his life, and think about a billion other things while looking at the only person he could ever do all that with. He suspected that Cho was as nervous as he was. They all acted like this was a performance. In a way, it was.
The way they "performed" throughout the rest of their lives was going to affect each other's happiness.
Harry, who, up to this day, was having trouble with his hair, swallowed. He was afraid to go out there and yet he couldn't wait to see Cho, at the altar, dressed in white, waiting for him.
She fulfilled every requirement except she wasn't ready, let alone at the altar. Hermione and the other bridesmaids were racing around the room, getting whatever Cho needed or called for. Finally, she said, "You know what? Thanks," she paused, as Ginny passed her the veil, "I'm okay now."
"Good!" gasped Marietta, flopping onto the couch provided by the church and almost creasing her dress. She slid on her matching gloves. "I got really tired just from that." "Well," said Cho patiently, "the wedding doesn't start for another 10 minutes. You didn't have to run." Everybody looked exasperated while Cho laughed slightly.
The bridesmaids were Marietta, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Angelina, Katie, Alicia and Fleur. They were all dressed in light peach puff-sleeved satin dresses with white elbow-length gloves. All of them were tall and beautiful.
Cho stood out from them all (even Fleur). She was, of course, in white. Her veil was topped with white roses and it was about 1 whole foot longer than her height. Her dress was strapless and also made of satin. The top was corset-like and ended above her hips. The skirt, which was actually sewn onto the inside of the corset, billowed easily but gracefully around her feet. She also wore plain heels, but plain or not, Cho looked extraordinarily lovely.
Soon it was time to walk down that aisle. Only now was she nervous. Harry, on the other hand, was already on his way to the altar, and he knew that what he was doing was right. He had chosen well, he knew this, and today would be the happiest day of his life. He really could imagine spending the rest of his life with Cho.
Michiko Akane Chang, who was beautiful and lovely.
Michiko Chang, who was kind and sweet and unselfish.
Yes, Cho Chang, who was walking down the aisle… right now.
Only then did he begin to sweat. He could feel the entire scene whirl around him. Ron, who was best man, stood confidently. So were the others (i.e. Theodore, Bill, Fred and George, Dean, Oliver and Seamus). His thoughts screeched to a halt. Cho was now standing in front of him, her father going to his position behind a large arrangement of flowers.
Whatever the pastor was saying, forgive him Lord God, wasn't important to Harry. He was just listening for the "I do" part. And he was busy looking at his stunning bride, whose charming face looked up at him. He smiled back at her.
"… take Michiko Akane Chang to be your lawfully wedded wife, for…"
He waited for the end of the question, and then said, "I do." Actually, from him being so nervous, he accidentally pronounced it, "Aydoe," and Ron sniggered a little. Cho just smiled and shrugged a bit. Then, after about another 20 seconds of the pastor's droning, she said happily, "I do!"
"You may now kiss the bride."
It was magic. It was love. It was beautiful. It was Harry and Cho forever.
It was Harry and Cho until the end.
Fin.