Disclaimer: You know the drill. These characters belong to J.K. Rowling, I'm just borrowing them for a little while for my show. Oh yeah, and this song belongs to Elvis Presley. I was listening to a remake of it by Nora Jones, and it just fit, so I used it.

A Love To Last A Lifetime

Chapter 2

Harry's breath caught in his chest at the sight of Ginny. The moment she walked outside, Harry's world froze. She was all that mattered, and he couldn't wait to let her know that. When she began her walk, her eyes met his, and with each step she took, his heart pounded more violently in his chest.

She was a vision of beauty, and she glowed with happiness. Everyone present was on their feet and gazing at her in awe. All of the attention made her blush the infamous Weasley blush, which in turn made her all the more irresistible to Harry.

Mrs. Weasley was once again bawling as she clung to Bill and Charlie for support. At the sight of this, Ginny's eyes welled up with tears, and she felt such pity for her mother. When she could bear to look at her no more, she turned her attention to her bouquet of lilies and regained composure.

She reached the altar, and she made visual contact once more. Harry's eyes sparkled, and the way he looked at her forced her to turn scarlet a second time. Her father kissed her gently on the cheek as a tear made its way down his face, and he gave his only little girl away.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Before Ginny's lips met Harry's, she couldn't help but giggle when she caught sight of Fred and George, waggling their eyebrows at her and feigning vomiting. They would pay for that later, but now she had business to attend to.

When their lips met, it was as if the world stopped. He held her tighter and tighter as the kiss deepened, and all Ginny could think about was that this was hers for the rest of eternity. When she and Harry continued to kiss, the audience erupted into cheers, and Fred and George whistled loudly.

All of the noise brought Harry and Ginny back to reality, and they broke the kiss, both smiling from ear to ear.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Harry James Potter."

"Shall we, Mrs. Potter?" Harry whispered, taking Ginny's arm.

She giggled excitedly. "Finally!"

The night sky twinkled brightly above the lawn of the Burrow as couples held on to one another, swaying to the music. All of the chairs from the wedding had been replaced with dozens of small, white tables for the reception. The warm summer night was perfect for such a romantic evening.

In the midst of all of the couples was Harry and Ginny, our newlyweds, completely and utterly lost in one another. It was clear to everyone just how enamored of each other they truly were.

Love me tender, love me sweet

Never let me go

You have made my life complete

And I love you so.

"I love you," Harry whispered into Ginny's ear as they danced slowly. His lips against her ear and the sound of his voice made her knees go weak, and she was glad he was holding her.

"Want to know a secret?" she whispered in return, sending shivers down his spine. "I love you, too."

"Well, it's a good thing, because you're kind of stuck with me now!" Harry said teasingly.

"Oh no! Whatever will I do?" Ginny responded, trying to keep a straight face.

"Hmmm….what to do?", Harry jested in return. "How about this?"

His lips captured hers in a passionate kiss as others looked on, beaming in adoration. They held it for what seemed like an eternity before stopping to breathe.

"That works," Ginny said breathlessly, clearly in a daze.

Love me tender, love me true

All my dreams fulfill

For my darling, I love you.

And I always will.

Ginny laid her head on Harry's chest, and his chin came to rest on top. This all felt so perfect, and when she thought back to earlier that day, she couldn't see why she had been so nervous. Harry was now hers forever, and it was just starting to all sink in. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of waking up to those green eyes every morning after spending the night in his arms. She used to only be able to dream of that, but now, it was a reality.

Love me tender, love me deep

Tell me you are mine.

I'll be yours through all the years

Till the end of time.

As he and Ginny danced, Harry became intoxicated by the smell of her hair and mesmerized by the way she made him feel. Knowing that she was his and only his gave him a high like nothing else. Defeating Voldemort, or catching the winning snitch couldn't compare to the way he felt right now. It was ironic, almost, how something so small, so fragile in his arms, could give him strength like he'd never had before. Finally, he was truly happy.

Ginny giggled beneath him at the sight of Ron and Hermione. They were attempting to slowdance, but a third party (i.e. Hermione's pregnant belly) was making it extremely difficult. They were in love, and it was clear. Hermione looked so beautiful, and Ginny couldn't wait to have children with Harry. She wanted to give him the family he never had.

Next, Ginny spotted her mum and dad, also dancing. Her mum was still crying, though in a less dramatic manner, and her dad held her closely, comforting her. They were still in love with one another, even after all the years and trials, and they were still one another's best friend. Ginny smiled at the notion of growing old by Harry's side. She knew that life wouldn't always be easy, but she didn't care; she had someone who, at the end of the day, would make it all right.

Love me tender, love me true

All my dreams fulfill.

For my darling I love you

And I always will.

Ginny was roused from her thinking by the movement of Harry's chest against her face as he erupted in laughter.

"What's so funny?" Ginny inquired, her eyes dancing with amusement. He pointed behind her in response.

Whirling around, Ginny couldn't help but laugh also at a very drunk Fred dancing with a rather tipsy McGonagall, as George proposed to a clearly unamused Snape.

"I believe they have had enough to drink!", Ginny said, gasping for air.

"I think so!", Harry replied, leading her to a seat. "Speaking of drinks, would you like one?"

"Mr. Potter, are you trying to get me drunk so that you can take advantage of me tonight?", Ginny said in a teasing manner.

Harry leaned down to whisper in her ear so that only she could hear. "It's our wedding night, Mrs. Potter." When he said 'Mrs. Potter', he brushed his lips lightly against her ear, sending shivers all about her body. "Something tells me I won't have to." He straightened himself up, winked, and walked to the beverage table, leaving a blushing, giggling, hot-and-bothered Ginny behind.

When her laughter had passed and her blush had faded, Ginny began to get lost in her own musings once more. She had thought many times about their wedding night, and the mere thought of it made her face match her flaming red hair. Now, it was almost here, and she was beginning to get very nervous. What would she say? What would she do? Where would she put her hands? Where would he put his? If thinking about it made her blush, imagine what is going to happen when it's really there! What if she was no good? Would he still love her? Questions continued to race through her head until she felt a hand on her shoulder. Startled out of her thinking, she turned to see a sweating Hermione sitting down beside of her, which was almost as funny to watch as Fred and George's antics.

"I know what you're thinking", said Hermione, sounding much like she did in Hogwarts whenever she knew the answer to some complicated Arithmancy question. "You're thinking about tonight. What are you going to do? Will you screw it all up? Will he laugh at you? Am I right?"

"Yeah, I'm really, well, scared. I've never done any of this before, and I'm afraid of it. I want it to be perfect, but I don't know what to do. Help me, Hermione!", Ginny replied, seeking solace from her friend.

"Well, first of all, he is just as nervous as you. I remember Ron-"

"Helloooo? Hermione, I'm his sister! Keep the details to a bare minimum, if you would!", Ginny hissed, covering her ears.

"Ooops, sorry! Forgot. Where was I? Yes…secondly, it will all be great. You are in love, and nothing can change that, and being in love is 70 percent of it all! Third, don't worry about what to do. Things will happen when the moment is right. You won't even have to think about it. Ginny, I promise you that it will all be wonderful."

"Thanks, Hermione. You made me feel a lot better, but I'm still nervous. But, I guess that's normal, right?"

"Oh, yes, of course, dear. I was so nervous that I accidentally-" Hermione was cut short by a glare from Ginny. "Well, nevermind."

Ginny paced about her room, packing her last possessions into her suitcase. She was about to leave the Burrow, and begin a new life in her new home with Harry. As happy as she was, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at leaving the place she had called home for seventeen years. She heard a knock at her door as she closed up her luggage.

"Come in."

The door opened, and her mother entered. "Would you like some help, dear?" Mrs. Weasley fought back tears with every word she said.

"I'm all done, mum." Ginny replied, sitting down on her bed. "But I have some time to talk, if you'd like."

At this, Mrs. Weasley broke. She threw herself down beside her daughter and held her tight. They just held each other for a few moments, allowing themselves to express their grief.

Wiping the tears from her mother's eyes, Ginny inquired shakily, "Have all of the guests left yet?"

Mrs, Weasley nodded, still sniffling a bit. "Tonks stayed and helped me clean up a bit, and so did McGonagall, but now they've all gone home. It's getting late, dear. It's almost time for you and Harry to go now." Her voice cracked as she attempted to speak. "Just know that anytime you want, you are welcome to come home."

"I know, mum, and I will. I'll come visit you and dad lots. And, just think, pretty soon you'll have a grandbaby to take care of, too. Hermione is looking like it's gonna be any day now!", Ginny said, holding her mother's hand. Her voice dropped to a more serious tone. "No matter what, I'll always be your little girl. Nothing will ever change that."

They shared one final hug as Mr. Weasley appeared in the doorway. "I'll take your luggage downstairs, pumpkin, so that Harry can apparate it to your new home." At the words 'new home', Mr. Weasley stumbled, and found himself in tears in the arms of his daughter, crying like a baby.

"I love you, dad, so much, and I'll never really go away."

Harry waited, pacing nervously by the fire in the living room of the Burrow. It was almost time to go, and he was so nervous about what Ginny would think of the place he had picked out for them to live. They would spend their first night together in their home, and then they would head to a small chateau Harry had reserved for their honeymoon in the mountains of France.

Secretly, although he hated to admit it to himself, he was scared to death of their wedding night. He was afraid he would hurt Ginny, or do something to ruin it all. He went over his plan in his head, making sure he had remembered everything. The charm? Check. Candles? Check. Champagne? Check. He desperately hoped that everything was ready, at least more so than he was. He was startled out of his thinking by what he saw coming down the stairs.

For the second time that day, he saw Ginny walking towards him in her beautiful white gown. The fire cast a beautiful glow across her face, and her eyes shone. All words left him.

"Ready?" Ginny inquired sweetly, taking his hand and squeezing it.

Harry gulped. "Y-y-yes." His stuttering made Ginny giggle, which was something she did a lot around him.

"Harry, my boy," Mr. Weasley began, "take care of my little girl."

"Yes sir, Mr. Weasley. I promise I will." He replied.

"Oh, come here, darling. Give me a hug!", Mrs. Weasley said, embracing Harry and Ginny both at the same time.

"What did you do to her?", Ginny mouthed to her father, amazed at how calm her mother was about it all.

"I slipped her a little pill that I read about in a Muggle magazine once. It seems to be working, although, she may begin to talk a bit mad.", Mr. Weasley whispered back to Ginny.

"Now, Ginny dear," Mrs. Weasley said, breaking apart from the newlyweds. Ginny winced, anticipating the worst due to her mother's medication. "It will hurt, just a little bit dear, but after the initial pain-"

Mrs. Weasley was cut off by her husband. "Molly dear, not the time."

Harry turned a shade of red that rivaled Ginny's as her eyes widened at the realization of what her mother had just said.

"Goodbye, Ginny, Harry. I'm going to take your mother upstairs now, because I think she's had enough for one day.", Mr. Weasley said, also embarrassed by his wife's remark.

"Oooh, Arthur! Upstairs?", Mrs. Weasley sniggered as she attempted to talk seductively. "What are we gonna do there?" Mr. Weasley carried her up the staircase. "Remember to lock the door this time, dear."

Harry and Ginny were now alone in the living room, and not for the first time that day, they each found themselves at a loss for words. Harry broke the silence.

"Shall we, Mrs. Potter?", he inquired, scooping her up into his arms. Ginny captured him in a kiss.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Harry stepped into the fire, still cradling Ginny, and shouted: "Madrigal Square!"

A/N: Thanks for reading chapter two! A special thanks goes to carolquin, Dragonsoldier, SheRocKZThaTsTaGe, and Carmel March for their reviews! Keep reading, and keep reviewing! It will make me update sooner……