For the May Event at Hogwarts
"Ten minutes," Ginny said, slipping into room. Hermione's heart started its frantic pace again, and her hands clenched against her lace wedding gown. Her mother had given it to her; it was old-fashioned, but she liked it.
Ginny grinned. "Nervous?"
"I feel like everything's going to go wrong," Hermione confessed. "What if we fall out of love ten years into the future? What then, Ginny?"
The younger girl sat beside her and smiled. "Chin up, Hermione! It might happen, it might not," she said. "But you'll never know until you try, right?"
Hermione nodded firmly, and straightened her back.
"Right."