AN-Thanks for all your reviews. A special thanks to da ruth who proof read this chapter for me.

Chapter 24

The Un-Wedding

Knock, Knock

"Who is it?" A young, feminine voice called from inside the dressing room.

"Its Ron, let me in." He commanded. He realized that his voice had sound slightly harsh. "I need to talk to you, please."

He heard her scramble to get up and unlock the door. Nervously grabbing the door knob, she turned and opened the door, keeping her brother from harming her.

Door ajar, Ron saw his sister, hair all done up, make up on, wearing the most beautiful wedding gown. Normally, an older brother would be proud of his younger sister for giving her hand in marriage, but not this older brother. He pushed passed her, entering the room even though he figured he probably wasn't welcome.

"Is there a problem?" Ginny asked her eyebrows arched in confusion.

"I don't know, why don't you tell me?" Ron asked bitterly. He took a deep breath, trying his best to calm all of his nerves and hide his anger. Minimizing the amount of emotion in his voice, he tried to act like the older, more mature one in the room.

"Ginny, why are you still going through with this?" He asked.

"Going through with what?"

"Don't play stupid." Ron said crossly. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

Ginny, knowing her brother, knew better than to continue on with her little game, she knew it would only make him madder. "What, the wedding? Because, Harry still loves me, he just needs to be reminded of it."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Are you ever going to give up on him? He used to love you, even if it was only as a sister, now I'm not even sure if he loves you that much."

The red headed female did not want to hear this anymore; she knew she was right, and that's all that mattered. She walked up to the door and waved him out.

"Get out," she commanded.

Ron bobbed his head and walked over toward the door.

"I have to continue to get ready for my wedding." She added smartly.

"What wedding?" he screamed back at her. He turned to face his sister, as she slammed the door in his face.

"Git," she swore at her brother from behind the door.

"Ron, have you seen Harry?" Arthur asked. It was minutes before the wedding was supposed to start, and the groom was no where in sight.

"Nope, maybe you should ask Ginny." He told his father sarcastically.

"I did, I did. She said he was with you last."

"Don't worry, he'll be here." Ron assured his father.

"Yeah, I hope he wouldn't be late to his own wedding."

"His own wedding, right…" The younger redhead muttered to himself.

"I'm going to check inside again."

Mr. Weasley walked away from his youngest son, leaving him with the excited guests who had no idea that an emotional bomb was about to explode.

"Hey mate," Harry called out, scarring his friend from behind. "How was that for payback?"

Ron smiled. "Glad you can still have some humor in you."

"Its either laugh or scream, and I chose to laugh, for now." Harry's attitude changed, he knew he wasn't there to make his friend laugh. "Where's this fiancé of mine?"

"Inside, in her wedding dress."

Music began to play, stopping Harry from making a comment about Ginny and her dress. Ron looked around, only to notice that the guests were standing, looking down the aisle, where his sister was standing.

"Um… mate?" Ron got his friends attention.

"Yeah"

"Do you see where we're standing?"

Glancing over his shoulder, Harry realized that he was standing exactly where the husband to be was supposed to stand.

"Bloody hell"

Ginny trotted, step by step down the long pathway, people staring at her from all directions.

"Stop, stop," Harry yelled. Everyone's heads left Ginny and turned to Harry, unsure what was going on.

"Yeah mate, the least you could do is put some dress robes on!" Fred screamed back at his young friend.

"This wedding is cancelled." Harry told the audience, no beating around the bush. Confused and shocked looks were painted across the faces of the wedding goers. "You see me and Ginny have some huge matters that need to be taking care of."

"But don't cancel the wedding," Mrs. Weasley advised the man she had looked after and thought of as a sun for at least a decade. "Post pone it if you have to, but don't cancel it."

"I', sorry," Harry said, locking his eyes with the woman that he had grown to love as his mother figure. "There will be no wedding between Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter. Now, if all of you don't mind, I would like to talk to Ginny, alone." Harry turned to Ron, and lowered his voice. "Can you make sure that everyone makes it out of here safely, and no ones left here with false hope?"

"Alright mate; you go do what you got to do."

Harry nodded his head at his best mate and then walked past Ginny, into the building behind him. The young redhead trudged behind him, unsure of what her ex fiancé was going to say to her.

She walked inside her dressing room and shut the door, loudly. He took out his wand and did a spell on the room, making sure the rest of the guest could not hear the private conversation that was about to take place.

"Why?" Harry quizzed her as she made her way over to the empty chair. It was a simple question, really, it was, but the answer was really confusing.

"Why what?" Ginny wasn't sure what he wanted to explain; there was why she lied about Emily, why she hid Hermione form him, and why she continued this nonsense wedding she knew wasn't even going to happen.

"Let's start from the beginning, why all those years did you not tell me about Hermione?"

"Because…" She inhaled greatly, it was now or never, she had to get the truth out sometime. "I knew if you found Hermione, you would have left me, and we would have never started our relationship, or gotten engaged."

"So you did this all for selfish reasons, all for yourself. Have you ever noticed that a relationship is based on two people's love for one another, and how much they care about the other? We didn't even have a relation, because all you ever cared about was yourself."

"No, Harry, we did have a relationship, we truly did. I cared about you, I still do."

"If you ever cared about me at all you would have told me about Emily, or have let Hermione tell me about Emily when she wanted to, instead of making it impossible for her to tell me."

Ginny was up and out of her seat, she couldn't take him anymore, anger was boiling inside her, and she had to let it out.

"And who does this all lead back to, huh Harry? Hermione. I lied to you in the past about Hermione, and I didn't tell you about Emily, Hermione's daughter."

"She's my daughter too, and you should have told me about her. Five minutes ago you were about t pledge that you would never lie and betray me, and yet that's all you seem to be doing recently."

"And what about you?" Ginny asked smugly. "You haven't been Mr. Sweet and innocent throughout this whole relationship. You do recall cheating on me with your ex, don't you?"

The blood rushed out of Harry's face, making him turn a ghostly pale white. How did she know about this?

"Oh yeah," Ginny continued on her rant, as Harry stood their speechless. "I'm not as stupid as you may think. And what, you're still going to go running back into Hermione's arms. She lied to you, she hurt you worse than I did, and yet, you're going to get back together with her."

"It's not like that." Harry fought back.

"Or is it?" Ginny spat back at him. Harry just listened to her, and tried to get his head back on straight. "You two are going to get back together, and what, she's going to start lying to you again? I mean she did it before, she lied to you about something as big as having a daughter, who's to say she won't lie to you again?"

Harry couldn't believe this. He crashed his hand against the table in front of him.

"Damn it Ginny, this isn't about Hermione, this is about you and I. It's over Ginny, okay. Get that through your head. We're not together anymore, and we definitely don't love each other any more. And we are not, going to get married. Not now, not ever, got it?"

Harry walked towards the door, flung it open and shut, the hard wooden object smacking against its hard wooden frame.

AN- Short chapter, I know, don't kill me please! Just a little count down for you guys, there's only about 3 more chapters in this story.

And guess what? This is the last time Ginny will appear, most likely. Yay!
Thanks for reading, and please review.

Kelly