I don't have much to say except DISCLAIMER: I DON"T OWN ANYTHING

This is just a fluff chapter basically. I mean, it's a wedding, c'mon, that's a good reason for fluff! Lol. anyway, after this, the romance will have a lot less fluffiness in it and more realism. I had to put them together and I couldn't really find a great way how so I did this.

Another last thing: Concerning the Apparation test, I sort of decided to pass over that. It was suppossed to be in July, so let's assume thatHarry and Ron took it sometime during the Weasley stay at the Burrow. ;D Hey, it's my fanfic, my will is law, hehe. Either way, they both passed and can now Apparate, but it's not really relavent.

Chapter 2

Over the next day, Ron reminded Harry of himself two Christmases before. He only came out of his room to go to the bathroom and people had to bring up food. Everyone in the household had tried talking him into coming out, but Ron harbored a guilt that nobody could shake.

Twenty-four hours before the wedding, Hermione was slumped beside Ron's room with a tea tray carrying soup in her lap. When Harry found her, her hand was constantly knocking on Ron locked door and she would occasionally give a plea for him to come out.

"Apparently you're not having much luck." Harry whispered.

When she talked, Hermione's voice seemed choked. "I know...I've been here an hour and he hasn't said one word to me." She turned her face to the wooden door. "RON! COME OUT!" she yelled, somewhat hysterically. Hermione looked down miserably at the soup. "For me at least." she muttered.

"This yelling and knocking isn't working." Harry replied.

It stung him to see his two best friends hurt so much. Hermione didn't deserve what Ron was doing and Ron didn't deserve to be saturated with so much guilt.

Harry continued with, "How about you tell him you're leaving, leave the tray, and when he walks out you jinx him?"

Hermione didn't look accepting. "Do you have to hurt him?"

Harry shook his head. "No, a simple Body-Bind would work."

Within the next five minutes, Hermione slid the tray onto the floor and yelled, "FINE! SEE IF I CARE THAT YOU DON'T COME OUT! YOU CAN HAVE YOUR COLD SOUP ALONE!" and stormed down the stairs while Harry hid behind a potted plant in the hallway. Soon, Hermione crept back up the stairs and hid with Harry just as Ron was walking out of his door.

Hermione's curse hit Ron in the shoulder and as he fell down, he landed on the tray and upset the soup bowl. Harry quickly cleaned the mess up as Hermione dragged Ron back into his room. Once the three of them were in Ron's messy and oddly smelling room, Hermione closed the door and lifted the jinx from Ron.

Ron stared at Hermione with hurt eyes. "Why would you curse me, Mione?"

Hermione sat on the bed beside him. "We want to help you." She rested her head on his shoulders and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Let us in, Ron, we're your best friends."

She let go of him and looked into his eyes with all the plea that she could muster. Ron looked away. Hermione took a deep breath and then stood up quickly. She inhaled deeply several more times and then turned to Ron.

"Did you just buy new parchment?" she asked. Both boys stared at her, confused, and Ron shook his head no.

Hermione gasped. " Oh my God...I...I...I have to tell..." she never finished her sentence for she rushed out of the room and Harry heard footsteps go down the stairs.

"I love it when she does that." said Ron dreamily and he sprawled out onto the bed.

"Amortentia, eh?" Tonks muttered curiously as she listened to Hermione's rant. Lupin, Mrs.and Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Ginny, Fred and George all stood around her in the kitchen.

Hermione was frantic. "Yes! I'm sure you all well know that it causes obsessive love. If he was infatuated with me last night, it would have given him ample reason to hurt Harry for just being by me."

Harry and Ron entered the kitchen. Hermione grabbed Harry by the shoulders. "Harry! What did you smell in Ron's room?"

Harry shrugged. "I guess the usual things. His broomstick, some candy..." he coughed and reluctantly said. "Erm...Ginny's perfume..." Determined to change the subject, he asked, "Why?"

Hermione grinned smugly. "Do these things happen to attract you?"

Harry turned slightly red and nodded. He then remembered how he had smelt the exact same things in Slughorn's first potion's lesson...

Lupin beamed. "Well done Hermione! The only question is, how could he have ingested some?"

Mr. Weasley said, "That's not unfathomable. There are an infinate number of ways that a Death Eater could have slipped in the room and put some in his drink. Heavens! Someone could have used Imperius on Molly to make her do it."

Ron pushed through the small crowd to where Hermione was standing. He put his arms around her and her cheerfulness seemed to drop. She pushed Ron off and said, "It's not real, Ron. You don't love me. It's just the potion." Without any explanation, she walked quickly to the spiral staircase and headed upstairs. This seemed to be an inaudible clue to scatter.

Later, Bill talked to his family. "Hermione smelt Amortentia. That means there still must be some in the house. Is it possible that Ron is making it?"

Fred snorted. "Like Ronnikins would be able to make a potion like that."

Everyone laughed and Harry pointed out. "It must have worn off though. He's all slouchy because of the aftermath of it. After he got the antidote for the Romilda potion, Slughorn said that unrequited love can make one depressed."

Tonks made a small noise and arched an eyebrow at Lupin.

Ginny gave a coy smile. "He still went after Hermione though."

On the day of the wedding, none of the boys were allowed to see the girls. "If ze groom cannot zee ze bride, zen why should ze groomzmeenz zee ze bridesmaidz?" Fleur asked.

As tradition, she was wearing something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue. The tiara covered three out of four. It was borrowed from Aunt Muriel, said to be centuries old, and giant blue sapphires gleamed in the sterling silver curls of the crown.

For Fleur's new item, Ginny swallowed her pride and bought 'Phlegm' a pair of shoes. It was Mrs. Weasley's idea, as the Delacours were paying for the entire thing. They were staying at a hotel in a local village as there was no room left in The Burrow.

Harry had seen the girl's dresses and had to admit that they were quite pretty. Stunningly pretty on Ginny a mischievous voice said in his mind. How would he react to her? He'd look like a prat if he stared at her. I hope she wears that perfume that same voice said. Who cares if I show my feelings? Voldemort's a Legimens, he'll know anyway. Shouldn't I enjoy the time I have with her, rather then put it off before it's too late?

Minutes before the wedding, all of the wedding party was waiting in the church lobbyHermione looked radiant as well, even better then she did at the Yule Ball. Harry noticed with a grin he couldn't help, that Ron was staring at her. He knew how his friend felt.

Ginny was done up in a way Harry had never seen before. Her hair was elegantly curled and piled on her head and light gold eyeshadow made her look as though she was prettier then a veela. How had Harry ever considered Fleur to be so beautiful when he had known real beauty all along?

Tonk's hair was long and honey blonde. She looked like an adult version of Gabrielle, who had talked to Harry nonstop and was even harder to understand then Fleur. He felt bad nodding randomly during their conversations, but what could he do?

As they were lining up and he was next to Ginny, he finally decided how he wanted to carry on. But as he bent down to kiss her, she turned her face away and muttered, "Don't do this to me. I can't take it."

Harry embraced her, ignoring her words. "You're so beautiful..." He had never told a girl that before, and this time, he certainly meant it.

"Harry, no." Ginny murmured, and she untangled herself from his arms. "I'm not going to let you break your word! I...I...I...love you too much to let you suffer later for this."

Harry's breath caught in his throat and he felt like his heart rate sped up. Before he could protest and explain that he had good reasons, wedding music filled the halls and the large doors opened. First, Bill walked down the aisle, followed by Charlie and Danielle, George and Tonks, then Fred and Gabrielle. Harry and Ginny walked arm-in-arm behind them and Harry couldn't hide how sullen he felt. Though about halfway up the aisle, Ginny stomped on his foot and he smiled in spite of himself.

Last were Ron and Hermione. As they gracefully walked up together, Harry's 'Ginny Won't Take Me Back Yet' feelings half-melted away. Ron and Hermione just looked so...good together. They were the perfect relationship: brains and humor. Patience and bravery. The perfect traits to keep each other in check all the time.

Once Ron and Hermione separated, Fleur began to walk down with her father. This time, Harry let himself think that Fleur was pretty, because she really was. The tiara, dress, and the jewlrey all were apt for her.

When they reached the end and Fleur's father sat in the front row, the judge began to wed the bride and groom. Harry felt like the happiness in the room was so thick, he could gut it with a knife. That is, except, for his own happiness. After Ron and Hermione split apart, he went back to his sappy Ginny thoughts. He hardly heard the cheers as Bill and Fleur both shot small fireworks out of their wands over their heads and began to make their way back to the door.

After Ron and Hermione followed them, Harry had to walk back with Ginny. As they walked about five feet behind Harry's best friends, Ginny muttered without looking at him, "Don't be too upset, Harry. It's not your fault."

Harry remained silent. Once they had reached the lobby again, Ginny gave him a light kiss on the cheek. As he began to walk away, she pulled him back.

"Hey, "she whispered in his ear. "We'll be okay. I can't love anyone else after you. And I doubt that you're any different with me." Ginny backed away and Harry looked and felt like she had finally put him back on the right track. She grinned and winked at him. "Relationships are put on hold all the time because evil apocalyptic wizards are after them."

Harry sighed. "Alright. I swear, I won't try again. Under one condition."

Ginny looked at him suspiciously. "What?"

"Well, it's a wedding. Tonight, pretend like nothing has changed."

The reception was magical, pardon the pun. Everyone seemed to be dancing with their soulmate. Ron and Hermoine, Mrs. and Mr. Weasley, Lupin and Tonks, Fleur and Bill, and Ginny and Harry.

Ron and Hermione didn't pretend like the last couple days hadn't happened. On the contrary, as they were slow dancing, Hermione was questioning Ron.

"When did you think you took the potion?"

Ron shrugged. "I don't really remember. I mean, I didn't feel any different until I saw you and Harry. The just...jealousy absolutly flooded me. I couldn't even think straight anymore. The only goal was to get his away from you."

Hermione frowned. "That's awfully odd. How did you feel with the Romilda Vane potion?"

"I all of a sudden couldn't stop thinking about her, and thinking she was beautiful, and that I loved her so much I would do anything for her."

"Oh..." Hermione replied, turning a deep pink. Ron's ears began to turn red as the realization of what he just said sunk in. Plucking up courage that was similar to the effects of Felix Felicis, he looked her straight in the eyes.

"Maybe the reason that I didn't notice I had taken it was," He said slowly and shyly. "because I was already thinking those things."

Now Hermione's face was as scarlet as Ron's ears. "You can't stop thinking about me?"

"Erm...nope"

"And you think I'm beautiful?"

"You are."

"And you love me so much that you would do anything for me?" She continued with wet eyes.

Ron looked alarmed. "Don't cry, Hermione!" he moaned. "Please don't cry!"

Hermione laughed. "I'm not crying, I'm tearing up."

Ron stared.

She continued to chuckle. "It means I'm happy."

Ron sighed in relief. "Thank God, because I didn't know what I would do if you decided to never to talk to me again."

She wiped her eyes on the back of her hand and smiled. "That day will never come."

Ron kissed her cheek and spun her around gracefully. He had finally recieved the first thing in his life that wasn't rubbish.

As for Harry and Ginny, thiings were silent. They held each other close and gently rocked to the music all night, basking in their last moments together. During the last song of the evening, they decided to sit down at a round table and just sat there like pre-schoolers, holding hands. Oddly, they felt no shame in doing so. There was no time for embarrasment when time was slipping by so fast.

A/N And Fin! For now that is. I'm still writing the thrid chapter. I love writing this story so much so the update will probably be before Friday. As I said before, It will be a lot less fluffy and a lot more Horcluxy and more about Harry's story.