Chapter 11

August 22

Harry pinned the red rose to the lapel of his suit jacket. He saw Ginny walking towards him in her the same dark green dress. It did look good on her, he couldn't lie. She looked really beautiful. The bridesmaids were wearing red and walking just behind Ginny.

Harry linked arms with her and began to walk down the isle. He saw Ron standing, shuffling his feet, nervously. Harry smiled, "Ron's nervous." he whispered into Ginny's ear. She smiled, her cheeks turning rosy.

"You look really beautiful."

She blushed even more, then they parted and Harry stood next to Ron as Hermione headed down the isle.

Her dress was flowy and elegant. She looked great, her hair was pulled up into a tight twist thing. Her little red shoes poked out every step that she took. Harry smiled at that. He was glad they were getting married. They really loved each other, and they were his best friends. it couldn't be better. Really... he was sure it couldn't be better.

Harry couldn't really pay attention to what was happening... he just smiled. Finally he saw Hermione and Ron kiss and he knew it was finally over. They were married. Ron and Hermione Weasley. He felt weird. It was just weird.

He saw Molly Weasley crying into her husband's shoulder and Hermione's parents hugging. Everyone stood up and threw rice at Hermione and Ron as they rushed back down the isle and out the door everyone threw rice at them.

Harry felt somoeone pat his arm.

"Hey... I know how you feel." Ginny said, she took his arm and headed towards a back door. They walked out and into the sun.

Harry winced from the brightness and Ginny led him over to a large willow tree in the back yard of the church. She sat down on grass, her dress blending into it, she pulled him down by his hand and he fell with a thud next to her.

He saw her smile and looked away uncomfortably, he loved her smile, she had the cutest dimple on her left cheek. It was the deepest dimple he had ever seen.

"Aren't we going to be late for something?" he asked.

"Nope. The recieption starts in an hour or so. We have enough time to have a heart to heart talk and everything."

He laughed a little.

"So what's the problem, wonderboy?" she asked.

He looked at her in anger. She had never called him that, he never thought she would have. "I thought you said you knew how I felt. So why are you asking what the problem is?"

She smiled a little, "Cool your jets... I know what your problem is... I just want you to tell me."

Her small hand was on his and he felt sick. She doesn't love me... Wait... what am I talking about... I don't love her! No way.. uh... no way... I couldn't love Ginny Weasley... she's beautiful and smart and funny and sarcastic... she has the most beautiful smile... she understands me... she's the only one that understands me... we're meant for each other... I was made for her.

Suddenly he gulped as he felt her pull him towards her, their noses only inches apart. "What's the deal?"

"N...Nothing. I'm fine." He felt her hand on the back of his neck, just like that time over 2 years before, when they had kissed.

"You always say that but you never mean it." She said and let him go.

They sat for a minute in silence... staring off, at all the cars that were leaving for the park that the recieption was going to be held at.

"So... are you jealous or something?" she asked bluntly.

"N-No!" He said in shock. How could she think that? "I don't like Hermione like that at all... We've always been just friends."

She laughed. "Thanks for clearing that up." she said sarcastically, her brown eyes laughing at him. "But that's not what i meant. You don't have to be in love with Hermione to be jealous. I'm sure as hell not in love with Ron. But I'm jealous just the same."

"Huh?"

"I'm jealous of what they have. They have love... You know?"

Harry looked at her... she seemed close to tears.

"Ginny..." he touched her arm, her light skin was soft and Harry imagined kissing it.

She shrugged and pushed the tears off of her cheek. "Bloody 'ell... I'm turning into Hermione, crying and such..."

Harry tried to smile but he was worried, worried that she wasn't doing very well.

She stood and brushed her dress off, despite that fact that it was perfectly clean. Harry too stood up and brushed his pants off.

"Do you know what kind of tree this is, Ginny?" He asked.

Ginny looked up at him and stared into his eyes. His eyes looked sad, yet so familiar.

"It's a weeping willow..." She saw a lone tear slide down his cleanshaven cheek and onto the red rose on his lapel. "I guess... it's just a curse... everyone crys under a willow tree..."

She smiled weakly and brushed her hand across his cheek.

"I'm sure you'll find love, Ginny... and... I hope he's perfect, because that's what you deserve." He took her hand and they slowly walked away from the tree, into the sunlight.