"Would you hold still, Ron? I can't fix your tie with you moving all over the place!"

"I can't help it that I'm nervous, Hermione!"

"Oh, honestly Ron, how on earth did you manage to get your tie to stand up vertically instead of horizontally like it's supposed to?" said a rather irritated Hermione as she tried to fix Ron's hopelessly botched tying job.

A highly amused Harry sat in a nearby armchair, fully dressed and ready to go. He simply shook his head. 'Same old 'Mione, always willing to patronize a member of the opposite sex,' he chuckled to himself.

Remembering the time, he checked his watch. Great! They had to be there in the next seven minutes!

"Hermione, just leave the damn tie for now. We gotta go. You can fix it when you get there," Harry said, standing up.

"Why, how much time we got?" Ron asked.

"'Bout five minutes. Come on; We're going to be late!"

"Relax. We'll just apparate," said Ron.

'Figures,' Harry thought to himself. The pair of them just loved to remind him of the fact that he couldn't legally apparate yet.

"Oh, yeah," said Ron, a twisted smile covering his face, "You can't apparate yet."

Harry narrowed his eyes dangerously in Ron's direction.

"Should I kill you now or later?" Harry said, brandishing his wand before placing a hand under his chin in thought. "then again, I don't know that Bill would appreciate being a groomsman short on his wedding day, so I guess that only leaves later…Alright, you've bought yourself another day," he dropped his voice to a whisper, "but next time you many not be so lucky." They both cracked up laughing.

"Yeah, right," was Ron's reply.

"Guys, hurry up. We haven't got much time. Harry can just side apparate with us," Hermione said, waving them over.

"And then they say it's the women who take forever to get ready," she added.

"What am I going to do, Remus? The wedding is supposed to start in ten minutes, the vicar isn't here, we're still missing two groomsmen and a bridesmaid, and it's probably going to be dark by the time we get started after all these delays!"

Remus had known this was coming, and it was for this reason that he had spent the last hour rehearsing his speech. The poor woman was hysterical. After all, she had just spend the last six months preparing for this one day. Stress like that is bound to bring a person to a breaking point. This was her's.

Slowly taking Mrs. Weasley's trembling body by the hands, Lupin led her over to a nearby chair and gently helped her to sit down.

"Molly?" His voice was soft and calming in the midst of all the chaos.

"Yes?" she sobbed back to him.

"You're expecting too much of yourself. I know you want everything to be perfect for your son, but you're only human. You can't do everything yourself," Lupin reasoned, "Now, I want you to just sit here until it starts. I'll take care of the rest."

"But…" Mrs. Weasley started, looking up at Lupin.

Lupin cut across her. "It's no big deal. Frankly, I think you worry too much. If we start late, we start late, no sense in fretting."

Mrs. Weasley smiled through her tears, "Thank you so much, Remus."

It was the least he could do for her. The Weasleys had, after all, accepted him as a part of the family and never once held his lycopathy against him, a rarity amongst wizards. Helping with the wedding was his way of repaying them.

"Remus?"

Lupin turned in the direction of the voice to find Ginny, the youngest of the Weasley children, calling him. Worry was written all over her face.

"What's wrong, Ginny," Lupin asked, instantly alarmed.

"I have a problem and I wanted to discuss it with Mum, but she's already stressed as it is. I didn't want to add to it."

"Of course, continue."

"A friend of mine was supposed to be here for the reception to sing with me, but he hasn't shown up, and I don't know what to do!"

'Like mother, like daughter," Lupin thought to himself, shaking his head.

"I'm sure there's someone around here who would be able to fill in-" Lupin started.

"No, you don't understand! They're all Muggle songs. I don't know any guys here who would know the words, much less sing decently!" Ginny said hysterically.

Lupin put his hand to his forehead and breathed in deeply.

What had he gotten himself into?

"Where have you three been?"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had just arrived and were helping themselves to some pumpkin juice on the refreshment table, when they heard a familiar voice. All three of them turned around to come face to face with a very irritated Ginny.

"I've been looking all over for you. Harry, I need to speak with you," said Ginny. Dropping her voice, she added, "In private."

Ron and Hermione exchanged uneasy looks, but obliged themselves to quietly leave the two alone.

An awkward silence descended upon the pair after Ron and Hermione's departure; neither seemed to know how to begin. After all, it had only been a few weeks since Dumbledore's funeral, the day Harry had broken with her. Things were bound to be awkward.

"Look, Harry. I'll cut to the point-" Ginny began, but Harry cut across her.

"Ginny, I can't…" Harry trailed off. What was he supposed to say to her? 'I love you more than anything else in the world, but we can't be together. Sorry. Bye?' He laughed bitterly at the thought.'Yeah, that'll make everything better…You are such an ass, Harry. What did she ever see in you?'

"Can you sing?" inquired Ginny.

"Huh?"

"Can you sing?" she repeated.

"Well, I can a little, but what's that got to do-"

"Good," Ginny said, breathing in a sigh of relief, "I need you to do me a huge favor."

Harry was not liking the sound of this, not liking it at all.

"What kind of favor?" he asked cautiously.

"One of my friends was supposed to be here for the reception to sing a duet with me, but he's bailed on me and now I have no one to sing with," answered Ginny quickly.

It was exactly as he feared. He was going to have to get up in front of hundreds of people and sing, knowing full well that all eyes were on him. It was not a comforting thought, to say the least.

"Isn't there someone else who could-" Harry reasoned, but Ginny wouldn't hear of it.

"No, Harry. There's no one. None of the guys here know any Muggle songs, and that's all I'm singing."

Harry was still not convinced. If it was that much of a problem, who not simply forget about the duet? Sing some other songs?

"Why is this so important to you, Ginny?" he asked, making a step towards her.

"Fleur wanted-" she started, but Harry interrupted her.

"Since when have you cared what Fleur wanted?" he asked surprised

Ginny hesitated. After all, it was only a few weeks ago that Ginny couldn't stand even the sight of Fleur, but things had changed since then. Realization had finally dawned on her, rendering her incapable of denying the truth any longer.

"She loves him," she whispered softly, "She really does love him, and I want them to be happy. I want this to be the happiest day of their lives, as corny as it may sound." Ginny sniffed and gently wiped her eyes.

"Anyway," said Ginny, changing the subject, "Evidently, Fleur is a huge fan of Muggle music, so I've been working hard to learn and practice some of it for the reception."

"But you don't even know if I can sing or not," Harry said desperately.

"I know that, but…well…" Ginny said, looking for a good "but such-and-such" to go along with that, but was unable to find one.

"I just have faith in you," she said simply.

Harry chuckled. 'Leave it to Ginny,' he thought.

"What's the song?" he asked hesitantly.

Ginny smiled. She had him. Looking around, she quickly leaned over and whispered the name of the song into his ear.

"Are you serious?"

Surprisingly enough, the wedding started only five minutes late. The vicar had finally shown up. He was a little breathless, "'Fell asleep and lost track of time. Had to run down here," but otherwise in perfect condition to start the wedding.

The wedding was…beautiful, to say the least. The trees and chairs were overwhelmed by beautiful, teal and peach-coloured blossoms. On the trees were tied gorgeous, glittering ribbons with little bells attached in the middle.

It was the bower, though, that was the real star of the event. The archway was positively littered with a wide array of flowers, ivy, ribbons, and bells.

Without a doubt, it was the most beautiful thing anyone there had seen…well, almost.

Throughout the ceremony, Harry had watched, as everyone else had, the exchanging of vows and rings, the glitter in the bride and groom's eyes as they pledged their eternal love, and upon the promise of a new tomorrow, but all he could think about was Ginny.

He vaguely remembered a rule that said no one was supposed to be as beautiful as the bride at a wedding. Ginny, according to him, had completely demolished that rule. She was absolutely gorgeous in her teal maid of honor halter dress, and the contrast between it and her fiery red hair was perfect. Harry simply couldn't take his eyes off her.

Ginny must have sensed this because she looked up at him before he could look away in embarrassment and held his gaze, the same blazing look she had given him after Dumbledore's funeral. They stood like that for what seemed like eternity, and for all they knew it could have been. Vaguely they heard the "I dos"…but only vaguely. Nothing mattered at that moment…nothing.

Applause and movement in the audience finally brought them out of their reverie, and they tore their gaze from each other's face to watch the bride and groom leave.

It was over.