Luna was right, of course.

It was exactly three weeks later and a lot had changed. Ginny had booked their honeymoon, planned the entire wedding (with a couple of days to spare) and purchased a gorgeous wedding dress and matching shoes. Lavender and Seamus had had a lovely baby girl, Poppy. Luna and Dean had told everyone their news. Ron and Hermione were now engaged. Last week, Ron had taken Hermione out for a lovely dinner, he had asked her and she had accepted. So yes, a lot really can happen in three weeks.

Ginny was sitting in Hermione's living room with Lavender, Poppy, Hermione, Luna, Parvati and Padma, Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson and a few other girls that had been in her year at Hogwarts. She was cross-legged on the cream, leather sofa drinking champagne. She was having a good time, but yet she couldn't ignore the butterflies that were swimming around in her stomach. This time tomorrow, she would be married. Married. This was her last night as Ginny Weasley. Tomorrow, she would be Mrs Ginny Potter. The thought of marrying Harry made her feel happier than ever, but the thought of her being married made her slightly nervous.

"Ginny!" Lavender had left her conversation with Alicia and Hermione and sat down beside Ginny on the sofa. "Ginny, I'm really sorry but I have to go home. Poppy's started fussing, she can't sleep with all this noise."

"No, that's fine Lavender!" Ginny replied, as the grandfather clock started chiming eleven o' clock. "Thank you for coming! I know it must have been difficult with Poppy."

"That's alright. I'll see you tomorrow, Ginny!"

"Bye, Lavender." Ginny took a sip of her champagne as lavender and Poppy disappeared with the telltale crack of Disapparition.

"Hi!" Hermione now came over and sat next to Ginny. "What's that face for? Smile! You're getting married tomorrow!"

"Yeah, and I couldn't be more freaked out!"

"Of course you're freaked out! That's natural!"

"No, it's not! You're getting married in a month and you're not freaked out!"

"Yeah, but you're getting married tomrrow, Ginny! That's the difference!"

"Oh my god! I'm getting married tomorrow!"

"And you're going to be fine! Just take breath in and out slowly and try to relax. That's what the champagne was for. Here, let me top you up." Hermione pointed her wand at the ice bucket at the other end of the room and the bottle of champagne in it shot out of the ice bucket and zoomed towards them. Hermione poured more champagne into both of their glasses and took a sip.

"Ginny," she continued. "You will be fine. Honestly. You and Harry are meant to be together."

"I know. It's just...marriage. It's so big. We'll be an actual family. I'm going to be his wife. Which is what I want, of course. It's just...it's so big."

"You're right. It is. But it is what you want. That's what you have to keep thinking to yourself. 'This is what I want'."

"OK. Hermione, do you think Harry is going through the same thing right now?"

"Oh definitely. He's a man, Ginny. If you are freaking out, I shudder to think what he's going through."

"Harry!" Ron yelled, coming over to him. "Have another Butterbeer, mate!"

"No thanks, Ron."

"Oh, come on! It's your wedding day tomorrow!"

"Which is exactly why I don't want to have a dreadful hangover for tomorrow morning."

"Are you alright then?"

"Yeah. Nervous, but alright."

"Yeah, I kind of noticed that when I saw you tear my handkerchief into shreds about an hour ago."

"It's just...marriage is such a huge thing It's going to change so much."

"Well, it's you, Harry. Aren't huge changes your area of expertise?"

"Yeah, in Dark magic and stuff. But marriage. Being an actual family. Ron, this time tomorrow, Ginny is going to be my wife. I'm going to be her husband."

"Harry, please don't say it so many times. I've only just gotten my head around the fact that my best friend is marrying my little sister."

"Sorry. But, Ron, I'm really scared. You know me, I attract trouble. I'll never forgive myself if something happens to Ginny all because of me."

"Harry, when was the last time anything drastic or dangerous happened to you?"

"That night in Hogwarts with Voldemort."

"Exactly. That was quite a few years ago, wasn't it? You only attract trouble as long as Voldemort was around, which he's evidently not."

"Yeah. Yeah, I suppose so. Thanks Ron."

"No problem, mate. So, where are you two going on your honeymoon again?"

"Fiji."

"Aaagh! You're so lucky. Hermione wants to go to Moscow for ours."

"Why the hell does she want to go there?"

"There's supposed to be loads of interesting house-elves there." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I know," Ron replied. "But I'm planning to show her loads of lovely pictures of Spain or Portugal to try and sway her. Or France! She's always loved France!"

"Good idea. Make sure you don't suggest Paris though. It's never really been Hermione's cup of tea.

"Yeah, OK. Do you want to play a bit of snooker?"

"Yeah sure."

"Harry?" Ron said, as he picked up two cues.

"Yeah?" Harry replied, setting up the balls.

"You don't need to worry. I know you'll be a really good husband to Ginny."

"Thanks mate. I've never actually had an opportunity to say this but, it really does mean a lot that you trust me with your little sister."

"Well, you know, better you than that Michael Corner. Or Dean! What was she thinking?"

Harry laughed. "I dunno. Speaking of Michael Corner, were you the one that invited him?"

"No. I thought that was you?"

"Why would I invite Michael Corner to my stag night?"

"I dunno. Why would I?"

"I dunno."

"Oh, I know what it is. He was buying something from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes the other day and he overheard George and Angelina talking about the stag/hen nights and Michael got himself all involved in the conversation and asked loads of questions about you and Ginny's wedding. So George felt really bad, so he felt he had to invite him to your stag night at least because he kept hinting for an invitation."

"Oh. That's a bit weird and random. Is he coming to our wedding."

"No. Angelina and Fred made sure of that. Apparently Angelina was very tactful."

"Oh, OK. That's fine then. So, shall we play some snooker then?"

As Harry shot the balls around the mossy green table, he focused on the pockets intently, but all that was running through his mind was that this time tomorrow, he would be married to Ginny Weasley.