Chapter 2

I couldn't believe I let myself in for this. I was sitting on a velvet cushion levitated about 20 centimetres of the ground and having my hair and face attacked with an assortment of sprays, powders, perfumes and pins (not for my face, duh). That said though, I came off the cushion looking a little less like a miniature flamethrower and more like a model for Titan. The crowning glory was a simple pearl necklace. I'd never felt or looked better…Just the thing to twist Harry round my little finger. I fluttered down stairs to check him out in his tuxedo. Then, disaster struck. I was always a clumsy one and dainty satin ballet slippers can be quite slippery to stand in, let alone walk. I walked into the boys room, looking like as good as I can get, heading straight for Harry. He looked up and stared at me. I was rewarded with a heart stopping smile. I turned to walk away. I barely reached the door and I turned to send him a flirty wave as I went and before I knew it I was on the ground. With my feet resting on the wall. And my cute flowery knickers were on show for all to see. There was a second of stony silence before my unintentional audience roared with laughter. I fled into the carriage, barely checking my appearance and snatching my corsage of the unassuming hired help. Gabrielle, Mum, Fleur's mum and I sat in stony silence for the whole journey to the rose garden that Fleur had insisted on being married in. When we arrived the our mums dispersed towards the refreshments table to brag about their wonderful eldest children and how they had grown up so quickly. I left Gabrielle to flirt with one of the children of Bill's boss and began to explore the rose garden and catch a glimpse of Harry. I finally found him, alone for once, by a creek that ran through the garden. Multitudes of petals coloured pink, red and white gently floated down stream. It was so beautiful it almost broke my heart. I gently tiptoed to the bench he was sitting on and linked my fingers through his.

"Oh Gin." Harry sighed and cupped my chin in his hand.

"Is it that terrible that Fleur's getting married?" I asked mock-serious.

Harry smiled and said, "Quite but when I have you there's no one else to see."

That boy is evil. He literally made my heart melt into a warm puddle. I kept his gaze until it hurt, when I told him he needed to get in place for the wedding and I had better attend to Fleur and the whims of a princess with cold feet. I had expected Harry's face to look relieved and that would prove my substantial doubt that he was stringing me along at Ron's request. How wrong can I be? His face was so long he rivalled that particularly ugly and horse-faced girl, Eloise Midgeon in Hufflepuff. I shuddered and thanked Merlin for what I had. I was so shocked I had to turn and hurry to Fleur's large marquee. It rivalled the reception area and the inside was magically enhanced. What did that girl use the space for?

I'd seen smaller quidditch stadiums! I entered and saw cases and cases of make up so that Fleur could 'touch up' her make up at any given point. She'd be better off having the wedding here I thought. Most of our combined families' women were bustling about pinching cheeks, fussing over every little thing. Mum was no exception. She was clucking so much I thought she'd lay an egg. Fleur was reclining on a chaise longue in the midst of all this perfectionism. She was dressed in an elegant cream and baby blue silk kimono and was admiring herself in the large gilt mirror that was levitating a few feet away from her. No one dared block her line of vision. A tall well dressed witch apparated next to her and clapped her hands for silence. The marquee fell silent at once. I looked around, puzzled. I focused my attention back on Fleur and this new arrival. She was muttering an incantation. A gold mist began to shroud her, starting from her exquisitely manicured toes to her perfectly coiffed hair, strewn with pearls and an updo topped with a small tiara clip. The mist left her suddenly in one gush. I whispered to Mum, "What god did that do?"

Mum hissed, "Ginny! It's ensuring her eternal happiness with her soul mate."

I wondered aloud why the wizard divorce rate was sky high then. This earned me a clip round the ear and poke to stand next Gabrielle. Fleur emerged looking stunning. The marquee gasped and we reached down to carry her voluminous train. Fleur's mother, Delphine (A/N I didn't know her name so I used a little creativity) signalled to the trumpeters to begin the wedding fanfare and Fleur stepped out onto the petal strewn aisle. Bill turned round, his face shining with pure joy. Fleur joined her Groom in front of the wise-wizard who would conduct the ceremony. The wise-wizard opened his mouth the chant the vows when a deep, pain stricken male voice yelled, "No!".