Hey everyone! Last chapter! Up sooner than I thought, but that's a good thing.
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This isn't in Ginny's POV. It's in the POV of a really confused relative. I think I'll call him Bob.
Bob is so confused because I don't know what actually hppens at weddings. I fell asleep at the only wedding I've ever gone to. Bob's confusion covers up the fact that I'm not sure what I'm writing.
Disclaimer: If you don't get it by now, you never will.
I almost forgot. You guys have to use your imaginations. Pretend Bill and Fleur have a five year old daughter. Pretend Tonks and Remus have a three year old son. Pretend those things are actually possible.
Where am I?
Oh, yeah. I'm at a wedding.
Wait. Whose wedding?
Um...
Er...
Dammit! Whose wedding is this?
Oh, well. I'll figure it out sooner or later.
The groom has messy black hair, emerald green eyes, glasses, and a lighting bolt shaped scar on his forehead. He's wearing emerald green dress robes.
He looks fimilar. Who is he?
Those people standing next to him. What are they called? Best Men, or something? Well, whatever. There are five of them, all with red hair and freckles.
Where am I again?
Oh, that's right. I'm at a wedding in Hogwarts castle.
This is getting boring. Where's the bride?
There she is. Finally.
Am I related to her? Who is she?
The bride has long red hair, freckles, and brown eyes. Sh'es wearing white dress robes.
She lookes fimilar too. Do I know her?
The flower girl is about five years old. She looks like a veela with red hair.
The ringbearer is about three years old. The color of his hair keeps changing. His mum is leading him. His mum has bright pink hair.
There's only one bridesmaid. She has frizzy bron hair.
All these people seem fimilar.
Who are they?
A man came up and started talking. I stopped listening.
A little while late, I started listening again.
"If anyone has any objections, speak now or forever hold your peace," the man said.
Six people stepped forward. The man, I guess he's a priest, looked alarmed. This probably never happened before.
The priest asked each boy his name and his objection.
"My name's Ron Weasley. My sister's too young to get married."
"My name's Fred Weasley. My sister's too young to get married."
"My name's George Weasley. My sister's too young to get married."
"My name's Charlie Weasley. My sister's too young to get married."
"My name's Bill Weasley. My sister's too young to get married."
Those Weasley boys are very reptitive.
So...
The bride's a Weasley.
The sixth boy stepped forward.
"My name is Prince Draco Lucius Malfoy. Miss GinervaMolly Weasley cannot marry Prince Harry James Potter because I am in love with her."
Pompous ass.
The bride looked angry. Very angry.
She turned to her brothers.
"I may be too young to get married, but the Ministry is forcing me to. I can either marry Harry, or I can be a good little girl and marry the amazing bouncing ferret like the Ministry said. Take your pick."
The one named Bill said, "Okay. She's marrying Harry. No way in hell am I gonna let my little sister marry Draco Malfoy."
The bride smiled and pulled out her wand. She turned to Malfoy. "Draco, darling. You've messed up your hair again."
She flicked her wand and Malfoy's hair turned red and gold.
"Gryfinndor colors!" said the groom.
"MY HAIR! MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR!" Malfoy screamed.
The bride laughed. "If you interupt my wedding again, I'll fix your faxe for you, too."
Malfoy ran from the room, screaming.
So...
The bride's name is Ginerva Weasley and the groom's name is Harry Potter.
I thought they looked fimilar.
Six people had objections to the wedding.
And I thought weddings were boring.
The priest was talking again.
"Do you, Prince Harry James Potter of England -"
"Can't you just say 'Harry Potter'?" the bride asked.
When did the of England part get added?
"Do you, Harry Potter, take Ginerva Molly Weasley -"
"Ginny! My name is Ginny Weasley! Why can't anyone get that straight?" the bride said.
"Do you, Harry Potter, take Ginny Weasley to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do."
"Do you, Ginny Wealey, take Harry Potter to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do."
Suddenly someone screamed. She was screaming, "Won-Won! I missed you, Won-Won! Lav-Lav missed her Won-Won!"
Ron screamed, "Stop stalking me, you freak!" and ran from the room.
Where am I again?
Oh, yeah. I'm at a wedding.
Whose wedding is this again?
The bride and groom kissed and everyone cheered.
Finally. It's over.
Thank God.
And they lived happily ever after.
Wait.
Where am I?
Whose living happily ever after?
Oh, I'm so confused.
I'm done! Finally! I'm gonna write a sequel to this called Fairy Tale Ending.
I almost forgot. Do me a favor and check out my brother's story. It'll be up soon. It's called Free At Last. His penname is morclaw. So please check out his story and review.
Review everyone! You flame, you get flamed.
-Jessi