DISCLAIMER: don't own. How many times do I have to do this? Honestly.
Ginny was softly humming in the car. In her head, she was already in Italy, she and Harry's honeymoon destination. Birds were singing, the gondola was sailing smoothly, she was eating pasta with Harry while fat cooks sang, eating ice cream on the beach, looking stunning in her bikini….Harry was a little worried. Should people be allowed to sing "L'amoure"? And, more importantly, should he tell her about…?
"Ginny? Ginny? He shook her shoulders gently,
"Yes Harry, my sweet?" She laughed, ruffling his hair. His hand automatically went to smooth it, yet before he could she grabbed it, giving it a light kiss.
"Ginny, look, stop fooling around! I have something important to say!" He said impatiently,
"Cant it wait Harry, it is our wedding night?"
"NO! No…Ginny. This is hard to say…" He mumbled,
"Then don't say it!" And with that, she kissed him on the mouth. He gave in for a moment, yet then he remembered that he was telling her to protect her, because he loved her…he drew back,
"Ginny, I think we should take a break."
"WHAT! You are telling me this NOW? On our wedding night, the most romantic night, the night I always hoped…"She shrieked, Harry Grabbed her shaking shoulders,
"Not like that! He's still out there Ginny, I need you protected. I cant be seen in public with you. SO I'm afraid we can't do all the things you wanted to do in Italy…" He trailed off, Ginny was crying hard,
"But…but…I knew this would happen. I KNEW IT! Mum said you would settle down, I thought she may be right, but no! All you care about is your WORK! Bloody work! You don't care how I FEEL! That I LOVE you and WANT to be with you! I don't CARE if I die Harry, because I will be dying with YOU! My love, my sweet love…" She clasped his head and stared deep into his eyes,
"Look, Ginny, I want you to be safe, because I love you! Do you think I don't want to be with you? DO you REALLY think I wanted this life, where all I love are dead?" He asked her, he couldn't yell at her, yet the strange tone was much worse,
"All I want is you." He whispered,
"Harry, Harry, I want you too. But you're never going to be there. Never. When I have children, when I'm ill, when I want you, when I'm lonely…"
"Ginny, my Ginny, please. I want you by my side. Maybe… yes, that would WORK!" He said, almost to himself. If you could pace up and down in a car, he would,
"Yes Ginny, maybe, I could pull some strings at the ministry. I know you're a little young, yet it's the only way, and your good, wonderful at all the skills an auror needs…"
"You…you would do that for me?" She gulped,
"Ginny! How could you say that? I would do anything for you! I goddamn LOVE you!"
This is probably where we should give the young lovers some privacy…maybe we should go back to Ron…
He was still sitting on the alter. The priest had already tried moving him. But in the end, just left him to his sorrow. He wept openly, he had loved Hermione. Truly, he had. What had he done? Oh, he was probably not intelligent enough for Hermione. Ooh, look at me, I'm so smart! I don't need anyone else! Ron tuck in you shirt, Ron, what's on your nose! Honestly, you make me ashamed sometimes! Hermione. Well, he would have to find her again. Tell her that he didn't need her. He took a sip of the whiskey he had in a secret pocket of his jacket. Just one, to make myself braver, he thought. Another, to show the bitch I can hold my drink, he thought. Hmmm, not much left. Better finish it…
In the end, the priest dragged him off the steps. Nicely of course, he even helped Ron remember the words to "Romeo and Juliet" by the Dire Straits.
Far away, in a little hut, Hermione wept. Looking out at the inappropriately sunny day.
So, what do you think? i shall tell you what happend with Hermione later. heheheheh...