The beginning of the ending

Disclaimer: My sweets Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and the rest are not really mine (though I know they would like to be) ;p

They and that whole magical universe belong to…wait for it…JKR (bet you didn't know that).

N/A: I realize I had no dialogue whatsoever last chapter, sorry if that made it harder to read. I just needed to set the stage. Anyway, they start talking towards the end of this one, so please just put up with me a little more it should get better.

N/A2: Thanks for the reviews, they are great, but please, more, more, more! OK, enjoy!

Chapter 2

The event

Bill and Fleur's wedding was really the worst. Not the wedding itself, that was beautiful. Nevertheless, what happened at the wedding had the foursome fuming, weeping, and otherwise not really enjoying themselves.

Harry arrived the day before the event, late in the evening, which only gave him time to eat a late meal on his own, and to catch up with Ron up in his room. Hermione had arrived the day before much earlier in the day, but had spent her time avoiding Ron, sticking by Ginny and the rest of the family, who were very busy with last minute preparations. And even though Mrs. Weasley kept telling her that she was a guest and should be with Ron and Harry visiting, she opt for and welcomed the distraction of helping out. Ginny, too, was happy for her presence, as Hermione was the only one who knew and understood what she herself was feeling at the moment. Hermione and Ginny were feeling a little depressed, thanks to the two gits locked in an upstairs bedroom. However, both girls felt that, at this time, it was best to stay away from the boys and keep as busy as possible.

That strategy gave them two whole days of seeming peace of mind. Having fallen into a heavy sleep from all the work, they woke up on the day of the nuptials, to frantic last minute activities and preparations. The wedding was set to begin late in the afternoon.

Both girls were to attend Fleur, along with her sister, Gabrielle, who was the Maid of Honor. The Groomsmen were two of Fleur's' cousins, and Charlie was the Best man. Everything went well, fast and slow all at the same time, depending on who was feeling the passage of time at any given moment. The ceremony was a large yet quiet affair (N/A: I'm really liking the extremities between my descriptions, lol), seeing as this was a time of war; there had been injuries and the quite a few losses of loved ones for many people. While everyone was keen for a ceremony to get some relieve from all the grief, these events were still too fresh on everyone's mind, making it impossible to enjoy a full out celebration, the way the couple deserved. However Bill and Fleur had decided that getting married now was the thing to do, for who knew when the war would be over or even if they would have a chance to do it later, as already Bill was sporting wounds from a battle at the Ministry of Magic, that thankfully was all it resulted in. Fleur was not about to take any chances.

Everything looked splendid, and there was a mixture of happiness and sadness in the air (lol). The back yard of the Burrow was decorated in an abundance of fresh white flowers of every kind, which lent the air their sweet fragrances, intermingling to create the best aroma anyone had ever smelled. There were columns and tables and chairs, a platform were pictures were to be taken, a stage and a dance floor. The food was amazing, provided by a trio of sisters, witches that specialized in catering wizardry special occasions. There were Fairies on stand by; they were to provide the lights that evening, by circling and mingling around the guests, along with hundreds of flouting candles to form a canopy under the night sky.

Fleur wanted everything in gold and silver and white, so everything was done up in these colors. White flowers, gold and silver table clothes and chair covers, white gauzy and airy drapes on the columns. The Groom and his Men wore all white, from their dress robes to their shoes. The Bridesmaids wore gold, but the Maid of Honor and the Bride wore silver.

Both Harry and Ron could not take their eyes off Ginny and Hermione. As beautiful as Fleur and her sister looked, especially given the fact that they were both part Vela, they presented no distraction whatsoever for the boys, they only had eyes for the women that occupied their dreams and their every waking hours.

Ginny looked so fresh and young, her hair shining brighter than usual against the gold of her dress, which was a simple body hugging off the shoulder style, that caused her hair to cascade in flowing waves on her bare milk white skin, and formed a sort of halo around her lovely freckled face. Harry missed her so much, it was all he could do not to jump over the seats that separated them, knocking everyone out his way to get to her, and take her in his aching and empty arms.

Hermione on the other hand, was driving Ron insane. Never had she shown so much of her skin. The dress in the exact same style as Ginny's, really became her, the gold color bringing out the golden highlights in her hair and shining through in her golden-brown eyes. She also had a wicked tan. While her hair. Wow. A beautiful cascade of curls, softly caressing her bare skin, just like Ginny's, but so much more beautiful, in his eyes.

For their part, the girls were unaware of the tumult they were causing the boys. They had talked yesterday, while they worked and found a moment or two alone. They had come to the agreement that if they were going to get through these days, and keep their sanity for the rest of their lives, they had to stay away from the boys. As far as possible, no matter how much it killed them. They would act as if everything was all right, and get on with it, even if their hearts yearned and called for their loves.

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(N/A: This is were it gets interesting)

Fleur's cousin Sean Claude, 24, was Hermione's partner, while Ginny was paired with his brother Pierre, who was 22. Both boys were very good looking and rather attentive and considerate towards their partners for the evening. If truth be known, they felt rather lucky to have such attractive ladies for partners, and they spent most of the evening showing them their appreciation.

At first, both Ron and Harry had been happy that they were not called on to act as escorts for Ginny and Hermione. They didn't even notice how handsome Fleur's cousins were; such was their relief at being able to keep their distance from the girls. Besides, Sean Claude and Pierre were ancient, it never crossed Harry or Ron's mind that they just might notice how special their girls were.

As the couples walked down the isle, everything was okay. They all looked good, even if Ginny and Hermione looked a bit uncomfortable at having to hold on to the arm of complete strangers. However, they smiled brightly and hardly anyone noticed their discomfort.

Through the exchange of the vows, walking back up the isle, and picture taking, everything was well and normal. Everything was as it should be. By the time these activities were finished, the sun had started to set, and the wedding party went in the house for a bit of freshening up, to relax before the evening celebration part of the ceremony commenced.

This was the time that Sean Claude and Pierre started chatting up Ginny and Hermione. Both girls were surprised, and at the same time quite flattered.

The girls excused themselves and went to Ginny's room, to get away from everyone for a bit, do up their make-up, and discuss things.

"Ginny? Is it just me, or do you think that Sean Claude might actually, um… have the hots me?" asked Hermione, blushing furiously and feeling so embarrassed, she couldn't even look Ginny in the eye.

"I was going to ask you the same thing about Pierre, with me!" said Ginny promptly, also blushing but not quiet as embarrassed.

"Well, my answer to that," responded Hermione with a little smile, "is a resounding, YES, he most definitely wants you. He can't take his eyes off of you!"

Ginny beamed at her, "And I can see that Sean Claude is definitely smitten by you."

"That's hard to believe, boys don't usually want me."

"Come off it Hermione, you know your beautiful," replied Ginny a bit annoyingly at Hermione, no matter how many times she told her how beautiful she was, she still didn't believe her. "And tonight you look gorgeous." She added with enfaces. "Don't you dare let my prat of a brother make you feel less so. Just because he can't see what's right in front of him for the taking, doesn't mean some other man wouldn't want to jump at the chance."

Sighing deeply and happily with a huge grin on her face Hermione said, "I knew there was a reason why I keep you around. You're the best of best friends. I love you. And… I think your right, thank you. Ron isn't the only man in the world; it's about time I woke up and realized that he will never notice me." At this, she stopped smiling, but then shook herself and recovering her jovial mood continued, "That being said, I think I'll play along with Sean Claude and see what could happen." She started fixing her lipstick, "At worst, we won't click, and at best we will be just right for each other. Either way, I intend to have some fun while I find out."

She stopped fixing her face and looked over at Ginny, who had become quiet as she talked. "Well, don't just stand there. What do you intend to do about Pierre?" she asked a bit coqueshly.

"I don't know Hermione, I love Harry so much." Ginny whined, "Can it really be that easy to let go, and start thinking or even loving someone else? It just feels wrong."

"I don't believe you!" Hermione looked shocked, "Ginevra Molly Weasley, you can so easily see that I need to move on, but yet you are refuse to see that you have to do the same? Do you think I love Ron any less than you love Harry?"

"But it's different with you and Ron."

"Why? Because Ron and I have never been together like you and Harry have. I don't even want to hear that. I have loved Ron for so long, it's like he is a part of me, and I always thought we would eventually be together, maybe even when the whole Voldy thing was done." She paused to calm down and take a breath. "But you have helped me see how hopeless it is. And you know that they are both hard headed. Ron with his insecurities that get in the way and Harry with his responsibilities that he seems to think can't be shared with anyone. Come on Ginny, lets live a little, lets let tonight be a good night." She smiled pleadingly this time, and continued with a sly tone, "We do it for us, and only us."

They looked at each other with wonder and disbelieve.

"I guess you're right. No. I know you're right. We are young, we should have some fun. If the boys want to wallow in self-pity and the weight of the world, let them. We are going to have a good night." said Ginny with much gusto.

Then again, a look of doubt passed between them for a moment, in which they communicated to each other that Ron and Harry were far from forgotten and how uncertain and frightened they were.

"Tomorrow is another day" said Hermione silently.

"Tomorrow will be soon enough to go back to reality" Ginny replied in agreement.

"And a bit of fun never hurt anyone." Laughed Hermione.

With a final look of determination, they squared their shoulders, giggled and went out to conquer.

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N/A3: I know, a little off the top, but I just want to have fun. I want the girls to have fun, a wedding is a great place to have it. But read on because, obviously they are delusional in thinking that a bit of fun can't hurt anyone. Looking forward to reviews, thanks for taking the time!