Hello! I am so so SO sorry for that last mix-up! That was a terrible mistake! That chapter was from my last story, Tangled Up! (If you haven't taken a look at it yet, go for it). I am really sorry! This is dedicated to all my reviewers who read the last chapter that I published by mistake! I am so sorry! This is the REAL chapter seventeen of this story. Enjoy! Hannah Longbottom xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
"Ginny! You look so beautiful!"
Ginny was in the dressing room of a large suite at The Arterton Hotel, sitting down on a large pouffe wearing her wedding dress. It was very long and had a traditional train like Hannah and Luna's had. The bodice was very fitted and had subtle embroidery on the front with thick straps at the top. The skirt flowed freely and covered her feet so you couldn't even see the glass high heels that she was wearing. And then the lace was made out of silk and matched the veil she wore on her red, flaming hair. She had used copious amounts of Sleakeazy's Hair Potion in her hair, a bit like Hermione did for the Yule Ball.
Ginny felt as beautiful as she looked. Everybofy always talked about how you only have one wedding day in your life and that you should make it the most special day of your life. Ginny felt that this would be the best day of her life. In about an hour, she would no longer be Miss Ginny Weasley. She would be Mrs Ginny Potter. She missed Harry with every single second that went by as she sat in her dressing room. It made her wonder how she could have lived five years at Hogwarts without Harry as her boyfriend. Suddenly, Hermione came back into the dressing room.
"Ginny!" she said, breathlessly. "The minister is here. He says he's ready when you are."
"Already?" Ginny said in shock. "He was supposed to be here in half an hour!"
"Well, I think his last wedding finished a little earlier than planned. But it's alright. All the guests are in their seats. Are you ready?" Ginny was about to say that everybody would just have to wait for half an hour, but then she realized that the sooner she walked down the aisle, the sooner she would get to marry Harry.
"OK," she sighed. "Let's do it then. Can someone please tell Harry that we're starting half an hour early?"
"I already went in and told him on my way here," Hermione said, adjusting Ginny's veil. "He's all ready. The Weird Sisters, the caterers and the bartender are all ready to go as well."
"OK. Luna, Fleur, Lavender. Can you please help me with my train? Hermione, did you get the doves ready?"
"Yes." Fleur bent down as far as her long legs would let her go, and called her three year old daughter to her.
"Victoire," she whispered softly. "aller à votre père, mon amour."
"Où il est ?" Victoire asked.
"Il est dans la pièce juste en bas le couloir," Fleur replied, giving Victoire a kiss on the cheek before she ran out of the door. Lavender, Fleur, Luna and Hermione spent about five minutes sorting out her wedding dress and her something new, old, borrowed and blue (a new necklace, an old cream Alice band, a pair of earrings borrowed from Lavender and blue eyeliner). Then, Ginny realixed it was time. She was scared. But she was also excited. It was exactly what Luna had said. It's the kind of excitement you get just before a Quidditch match. That's all this was. Just another Quidditch match. And Harry was the Snitch that she simply just had to catch.
She was so busy thinking all of this that before she knew it, she was outside a great big pair of double doors, her arms linked with her father. Ginny looked over at him and saw that he had tears in her eyes.
"Dad.."
"No, sweetheart, it's alright. I'm just so happy and so proud of you." Ginny gave him a small smile, trying not to cry herself.
"Thanks Dad. For everything."
"Good luck dear." As he said this, the double doors swung open and ethereal music started to play. As she and Mr Weasley made their way down the aisle, about eight pure white doves glided towards them and picked up Ginny's train. They flew at the exact same pace as she walked. When they got to the altar, the doves dropped the material and flew to the back of the room. Mr Weasley pecked her on the cheek and took his place in the front row of the congregation beside Mrs Weasley, who Ginny noticed, was also crying. Ginny looked directly at Harry in front of her, and as she did so her stomach gave a little swoop.
It's really happening, she thought. I'm marrying him.
She took a quick scan around the congregation. She saw her parents. George. Bill. Charlie. Percy. Her grandparents. Auntie Muriel. Neville and Hannah. And thousands of other relatives and old family friends. She gave a deep breath and tried to listen to the minister talk, but she'd always found weddings rather boring. Even her own. She tuned in for about five minutes, but then she took another look at Harry, and her stomach gave another swoop. She wasn't sure whether it was joy or nerves. Suddenly, she found herself looking back on one of the best moments of her life. Just after the Quidditch match when she was in fifth year at Hogwarts. Gryffindor had won, Harry had been in detention and she and him had taken a walk outside. This was the moment where Hary had finally told her that he loved her, for the first time.
"I feel so lucky," Harry said, kissing her neck. "I feel like I've waited for you for so long."
"Me too." They both stood in silence while Harry kept kissing her neck and playing with her hair.
"Ginny," he said, softly.
"Yeah." She looked at him, straight into his wonderful, bright green eyes.
"Ginny, I just want you to know something. I don't just like you. I'm in love with you."
Ginny was quiet for a while, biting her bottom lip gently.
"Harry, I love you too," she said. "I really do. So much." And then she kissed him.
When she thought of this, she found herself then thinking about one of her other special moments with Harry. Just after Voldemort died and Harry had come to see her in the Owlery. Thus was the moment where she knew that Harry and her were going to be together forever, as cheesy as that sounded. It was the best moment of her life. Never in her life had she seen anyone look at her the way Harry did that day:
"I still love you, Harry," she whispered, as he nuzzled her ear. "I'll always love you."
"I love you too," Harry said. "I'm always going to love you. I've never loved anybody as much as I've loved you."
"So what happens now?" Ginny asked.
"A lot of things are going to happen, Ginny," Harry said, playing with her hair. "And they're all going to happen with you."
"Ginevra Molly Weasley," the minister suddenly said. "do you take Harry James Potter as your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do," Ginny said, knowing in her heart that she'd never spoken truer words in her life.
"Do we have the rings?" There was a long pause.
"Oh, yeah!" Ron suddenly exclaimed, going into his breast pocket. "That's me!" Ginny rolled his eyes as Ron gave the rings to the minister. As she and Harry placed them on each other's fingers, she could hear Fleur sobbing in the background. Then the minister pronounced them husband and wife, and Ginny felt as if her insides were going to explode with happiness.
Harry grinned at Ginny and then grabbed her and kissed her passionately. When they broke apart, Ginny's eyes were shining brightly and there were tears rolling down her face.
"OK," Harry said, slowly. "That's the second time a woman's cried when I've kissed her. That's not a good sign, is it?" Ginny laughed.
"No, it's not that!" she said, as she and Harry started walking down the aisle, their arms linked. "I'm just so incredibly happy!" The two of them stopped when they got back throught the double doors and as they swung shut, Ginny took Harry's hands.
"I love you so much, Harry."
"I love you too. And I can't believe you're my wife." And with no warning, he kissed her again.
Ginny looked down at her wedding ring again, as she and Harry finished their slices of cake and champagne.
"I still can't believe we had the Weird Sisters singing at our wedding!" Harry said.
"I'm sorry, Harry, but that was a must have!"
"So, when do we leave for our honeymoon, Mrs Potter?"
"In a couple of hours, if you want?"
"Yeah, of course. Can't wait! Fiji, wow!"
"Aw! Look at Lavender and Seamus, all huddled together around Poppy. They look like such a cute, little, happy family, don't they?"
"Yeah. You know, that could be us in a year's time."
"Yeah, it could be."
"Seamus, how long do we have to stay? Not that I'm reluctant to go or anything, but I think Poppy is getting irritated by all the noise."
"Wow, this cake is good!" Semaus said, wiping chocolate cream off his top lip.
"Seamus!"
"Sorry, but have you tasted this cake?"
"Yes, it was Ginny and I who picked it out."
"Well, you two have amazing taste."
"Seamus, like I said. I think Poppy's getting irritated by the loud music."
"Do you call this music?" Seamus enquired, as he listended to the loud wailing of the lead singer of the Weird Sisters.
"Well, whatever it it, Poppy doesn't like it."
"I don't blame her. I'm not exactly loving it."
"So, what do we do?"
"Well, we'll stay until Harry and Ginny leave for their honeymoon. Then we'll go home."
"OK. Look at them, Seamus. They look so happy."
"Yeah, I know. They both look...the way I feel whenever I look at you." Lavender smiled.
"You still look at me that way?"
"What do you mean? Of course I still look at you that way. That's never going to change, Lavender."
"It's OK, Seamus. I know that I haven't exactly looked attractive since I had Poppy and.."
"Lavender. Shut up. No matter what happens, no matter what life changing things occur, you will always be beautiful. I am so in love with you, and that is never ever going to change.
"I love you too." And as he kissed her, that was the very moment that Poppy stopped crying.
A couple of hours later, Ginny came rushing towards Seamus and Lavender's table.
"OK," she said, catching her breath. "I just threw the bouquet. Alicia caught it."
"Aw!" Lavender moaned. "Why aren't I included in the bouquet throwing anymore?"
"Lavender," Ginny said slowly. "You're already married!"
"So? It doesn't mean I can't be included in this kind of stuff!" When Ginny gave her a strange look, she added, "OK. You just wait till Ron and Hermione's wedding! You'll see what I'm talking about!"
"O...K. Anyway, I just came to tell you that Harry and I are about to leave for our honeymoon."
"Oh!" Lavender exclaimed, getting up with Poppy and Seamus. "How are you guys going?"
"Floo Powder. Harry's already Flooed our luggage there." Lavender and Seamus followed Ginny to the end of the hall, where they saw bright emerald flames licking and spitting in a large fireplace.
"Ginny?" Harry called. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah," Ginny answered. She said goodbye to her parents, Ron, Hermione, George, Percy, Fleur, Bill, Charlie, Luna, Dean, Seamus, Lavender and Poppy very briefly. "Thank you all so much for coming. We hoped you enjoyed yourselves. We'll see you in ten days. Thank you so much."
"Bye!" Harry called, pulling Ginny into the fireplace. "Palm Springs Hotel!" he yelled into the flames. As he held Ginny's hand, he felt nothing but happiness. They were soaring towards their lives, their future. There was no one else in the world he wanted to be with other than the woman who has standing beside him right now. His wife.
"I love you," he yelled, in the midst of the flames. He could see her fiery hair even in the midst of all this green.
"I love you too," she yelled back, squeezing his hand still tighter.