A/N: ARGH. This is the rest of chapter 9, for some reason I couldn't upload this part with the rest of it...

At last, the day of the wedding arrived. Harry was at the front, waiting for Ginny to come out. He still hadn't managed to make his hair lay flat, but other than that he looked quite nice. Finally, Ginny appeared at the end of the aisle.

Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and a few strands framed her face. It sparkled with a bit of glitter in the lights. She had a diamond necklace and a matching pair of earrings; she looked amazing. Slowly she made her way up to Harry. He squeezed her hand and grinned at her.

Before they started, he looked at the crowd. There was Mr. and Mrs.Weasley, the twins, Ron and Hermione, Bill and Charlie, and some people he had never seen before, but guessed they were more of Ginny's relatives.

His eyes landed on the two empty spaces in the front row. There was a white rose on each seat, with a picture of his parents between them. Harry didn't see anyone sitting there, but he had a feeling that his parents were right there watching him.

"...You may kiss the bride."

Harry grinned at Ginny before leaning over and kissing her soundly on the lips. Their was clapping and camera flashes all around them, but they didn't notice it. Then there was a bright flash right in front of them, and a familiar voice.

"How sweet! My voracious readers will be delighted to see this on the front page!"

Harry and Ginny pulled apart, and found themselves face to face with none other than Rita Skeeter. "WHAT?" Harry cried. "I thought you were gone!"

Rita smiled. "I was. But Rufus Scrimgeour wanted me back this year, so of course I took the job! My stories about you were brilliant before, Harry, but now you're married, they'll be better than ever!"

Harry glanced at Ginny, who was glaring at Rita.

He took Ginny's hand and pulled her down the aisle and out the doors with the rest of the Weasleys close behind. As soon as they got outside, the press was all over them.

"What are you going to do now that you're married?"

"Are you going on a honeymoon? Where?"

"Is it true there's a new Dark Lord?"

"Harry..."

"Just a few questions..."

"Harry!"

"Harry!"

"SHUT UP!" Harry yelled. The crowd went silent. "Ok... yes there is a new Dark Lord, yes we are going on a honeymoon, but I'm not telling you where. And all I want to do right now is go to our reception...without cameras and reporters!"

Before any of them could ask any more questions, Harry, Ginny, and her family disappeared with a pop.

At the reception, Ginny dragged Harry onto the dance floor. "Ginny...I...I can't dance..." Harry told her quietly.

Ginny giggled. "Still? Oh well...just take my waist and follow my lead."

Harry raised an eyebrow at her. "Just your waist?" Ginny blushed and slapped him on the arm. "Prat!" Harry stumbled and stepped on Ginny's feet a few times. "Remind me to teach you to dance as soon as we get back from our honeymoon!" she laughed.

They all got back to the Burrow at 3:30 in the morning, and five hours later, Harry and Ginny grabbed their things, said good-bye, and left for Harry's flat.