AN: hey ya soz about the delay. Ya whatever on with the stuff, here we go….
Chapter 4"Ok, everyone out the car." My mother called as we all clambered out late as usual.
Hermione was still muttering to herself as we walked up the path through the churchyard. Standing at the door she was visible shaking.
"Ready?" Hermione's dad asked appearing at the door.
"Unghfuf." Hermione muttered.
"I'll take that as a yes."
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Hermione was walking slowly up the isle her father beside her, she was gazing enchanted at Ron who was staring back. Molly and Hermione's mother were crying and Hermione soon joined them. I looked up from concentrating on my feet and making sure my heels didn't go down a hole in the metal flooring and saw Harry he caught my stare and smiled, I blushed profoundly.
"Ah!" I squeaked as my stick heel slid down the grating, whose idea was it to put weirdly patterned metal in the floor anyway?
"Shit." I muttered pulling at my leg, Harry was covering a smirk.
Tonks glanced over her shoulder and widened her eyes.
When your heel is stuck in grating in the middle of a wedding you can…
a) Pull madly at your leg
I tried to yank it up, but it was stuck fast.
Mission failed.
b) Stand there trying to look like you know what your doing.
"What are you doing?" Tonks hissed.
Damn.
Mission aborted.
Frantic I undid my strap and carried on walking down the isle leaving my shoe behind. It was a lot harder to walk with one three-and-a-half inch heel on and one off, as I went I bobbed up and down trying to catch up with the rest of the marshmallows.
I really should have been concentrating on the ceremony; I mean I would never witness Ron and Hermione's marriage again. But I kept glancing at the best man, it wasn't my fault he looked so damned cute. He was concentrating on what he had to do, obviously not distracted by my wonderfulness. Life is unfair, I m destined to die old and single like Professor McGonagall. I shuddered at the thought. My trail of thought was broken when the ceremony ended and people were starting to file out it was then that I realised I had day dreamed past the part where thy walked back down the isle and everyone was outside for ready photos.
"Ginny." A voice called.
My head snapped up in the direction of the voice. Harry was standing in the middle of the isle holding my shoe up.
"Thought you might want this back."
"Thanks." I said taking the stupid shoe from him by the stick heel. "I do kinda need it."
Harry smiled, "Come on or we're going to miss the photos."
"You mean people are going to look back at the photos and remember it as the day Ginerva Weasley was a single loser in a marshmallow?"
"You don't look like a marshmallow more like a mini puffymeringue."
"Really, you think?"
"Defiantly."
"Yay!" I grinned and skipped into the church yard Harry trailing behind.
AN: hi soz it's short it's like chapter 3 part 2. Please review. QQ