The Alter

"Harry, come on, the wedding is about to begin!"
"What the hell is that bloke doing?"
"He's locked himself up in his room!"
"Well what are we supposed to do, he's the ring bearer?"
"I don't know, go stall!"
"How am I supposed to do that, Mione?"
"Just go, Ron, go, the wedding is about to start!"
Ginny comes down the stairs in a gold dress. It is low cut, cut all the way down to her hips, where there is a strap of pink, and then a long puffed out golden skirt. She wears pink roses in her hair, and has very vibrant makeup. She looks like a model, with her hair curled so it's wavy, reaching just above her shoulders. Hermione is wearing the same dress, her hair is straitened, and she is wearing hardly any makeup
"Hermione, what's wrong?"
"Harry won't come out of his room!"
"Have you tried Alohamara?"
"I can't… what if he's naked, and I see his… thingy?"
Ginny stifled a giggle. Hermione was so old fashioned. Ginny walked over, cast the Alohamara spell, and pushed the door open. Harry sat on his bed, looking frustrated and upset.
"Ginny!" He cried, "What the hell, my door was locked, you shouldn't have-" Ginny slammed the door shut, and stomped over to Harry, painfully aware of the agony in her feet as she walked in the too-tight pink satin high-heels.
"You will not ruin my brother's wedding." She said angrily, stepping closer, her eyes burning in fury.
"What-" Harry stumbled, cowering under her glare, "Ginny – it's – well – stop it!" He cried, and then felt guilty, seeing the confusion in her eyes. A moment later, it was replaced by anger, and sorrow.
"Don't make any excuses, Harry James Potter!" She hissed, "You'll get your tidy ass out there, and you'll be a great ring bearer. Ron will be the best man, Fred and George will do their fireworks, and Hermione, and I, and some of Fleur's relatives will be the bridesmaids. Gabrielle will be the flower girl, and then Charlie will pronounce them man and wife. That's what's going to happen, and you won't have a problem with it. Got it?" Harry could have breathed fire.
"You're not my mother!" He said, "Back off, alright? I have my own reasons. Get Percy to be the ring-bearer, or something!" Harry was surprised when she continued to stand there, and even more surprised when she slapped him brutally across the face.
"Don't, Harry," Ginny said, tears gathering in her eyes, "Don't you dare. You can be angry because of Dumbledore, and Sirius, and your parents, you can dump me, and lock yourself up, and leave and probably get yourself killed. You can. You can do that because I'm not you, and I can't force you to do anything. But you can't ruin this. The war is coming, and I want my family to be happy before one of us dies. I want this for Bill and Fleur. I want this to be a great day. Full of – f-f-full of l-love." She choked on the last bit, and sobbed, then wiped away her tears and straitened up, becoming the strong Ginny once again.
"Ginny…" Harry said softly, putting his hand under her chin, "Ginny… dear, sweet, beautiful Ginny." He wiped away another tear, and continued in a sweet, soft voice. "I didn't ever want to break up with you. I wanted to date you, and marry you, and have children with you, and grow old with you. But I couldn't let you get hurt. I love you too much."
"Why won't you do the marriage?" Ginny asked, "Why won't you come out, and be ring bearer?" She looked up into his eyes, waiting for a reply. She wanted him to say anything. Apparently he didn't want to talk. He leaned in and kissed her slowly, savoring her taste, her feel, her smell. She folded against him, wrapping her dainty arms around his muscled body, and giving in to him.
"I'm afraid." He said finally, taking a loose curl from her hair, and smoothing it out. "I'm afraid of death, and loosing the ones I love. I'm afraid that time is moving too fast. I'm afraid that if the wedding happens, then more will happen. And mostly, I'm afraid of loosing you." He kissed her softly again, and they suddenly broke apart, hearing a sob from outside of the door. Ginny curiously walked over, and pulled the door open. Hermione, Fleur, and Mrs. Weasley were standing, their ears pressed against the door. Hermione was the one sobbing the hardest. She ran forward and embraced her two friends. Fleur even had little tears streaming down her cheeks, and Mrs. Weasley's eyes were misty. Ginny blushed horribly, and covered her face, hugging Fleur. Fleur smiled at Ginny. "Vhyever am I crying on my wedding day? Zis is ridiculous!" she said, and flattened her white and silver dress.
"Come on," Hermione said, "I think Ron has stalled enough." Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, and Fleur walked off, and Ginny stayed behind, taking Harry's hand.
"I don't care how much danger I'm in," She said, "I just want to be with you."
"Then I guess I have no choice." Harry said, and kissed her lightly on the cheek. They walked hand and hand down the hallway, and out into the back yard where everything was set up.
The wedding was fabulous, and by the end, even Percy was watery eyed.
"Good show." He said shaking hands with Bill. Bill shook hands back, stiffly, and Percy whimpered, and then hugged his elder brother tight. Bill smiled, hugging back. Fleur stood on the alter, Hermione, Ginny, Gabrielle, and some of the other girls stood behind her. Fleur stood on the alter, and threw back a shining bright bouquet. It flew through the air, and the girls scrambled. There were a couple of disappointed sighs, and a happy screech, and Ginny raced over to Harry. She held the bouquet in her hands. He kissed her long and hard, for everyone to see, and Ron coughed. Harry gave no thought to it, and continued to kiss Ginny. It lasted for what seemed like forever, and when they were finished, Hermione began to clap. Gabrielle began to as well, and within a couple of seconds, everyone was clapping and cheering. Harry enveloped her in another long kiss, lifting her up, and twirling her in the air. It was a day they would remember for as long as they lived. It was the day they got engaged.