So here's another one. Chapter five is here! Since I didn't upload last week, I'm uploading two this week. Sorry!

I'm sorry it's going to take a long time to get into. But I promise I do have the plot all planned out in my head. Just try and suggest any improvements you can think of.

Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. They belong to somebody else. And that somebody else isn't me.

'So he's here?'

'Yes Regina he's here.' an impatient Hermione snapped. 'What are you going to do? Turn around and leave? Neither Ron, nor I, nor your family will be very impressed.'

'You look stunning Hermione.'

And indeed she did. A simple ivory silk dress, which accentuated her curves and fell straight down her body. Simple spaghetti straps with intricate bead work around the top and bottom ends of the dress. Hermione's hair was being held up in a sparkly clip of dark green which shot through her white veil in a very flattering manner.

Hermione giggled and blushed. 'Thanks Gin, so do you.'

Gin no one had called her that in years…

'I told you we should have been wearing similar style dresses.'

'And so we are. But thank goodness mine's not white.'

'Well other than the fact your dress would have been the same as the bride's…'

'White's crap.'

'No it's not. Green is.'

Ginny laughed and looked down at her dress. Dark green. The same colour as Hermione's hair clip, the same colour as Slytherin, the same colour as his eyes…

'Green's amazing.'

'Yes it looks especially good as mould.'

'Shut up! This green is gorgeous.'

'And it would look gorgeous with a pile of shit as well.'

'Yes, yes it would. Whereas your crappy dress would be the colour of shit.'

'Do not insult the bride on her wedding day.'

'Oh get over yourself Hermione!' Ginny laughed as she picked up her bunch of flowers.

'Come on let's get this service over and done with. I want to get to the reception tonight!'

'You want to get drunk, I want to get married. I say both are good, valid reasons as to why the service should be sped up.'

'HEAR HEAR!!'

'The service was beautiful, but do we really need photos to remember how gorgeous everyone looked?' Ginny asked Hermione as they stood in the same pose, with the same smiles lathered onto their faces for what must have been the fiftieth time.

'Yes, yes of course you silly girl. Come on, it's not everyday you get to wear a silk dress. We want to waste as much time in these as possible.'

'But we're going to be wearing them in the evening.'

'Stop whining Regina and get over it!' Hermione said through gritted teeth as she smiled at the camera clutching onto Ron's arm.

Ron was looking at her in a happy manner. His face was so bright and happy it seemed to radiate. It was hard to tell whether his hair was brighter, or whether his face was brighter.

'It's ok 'Mione. Just think, the reception and then us. Together until death do us part.'

'Not that we needed a contract to bind us together.'

'You always take the romanticism away don't you?'

'Yes.'

Ron smiled down at her, before turning his head to look at Harry. Harry who stood on the other side of him. Ginny had to admit Harry did look good. If it was possible Harry looked better than before. His hair was ebony and shone in the sunlight. The dark clothing only made his eyes brighter, greener 'a lush, verdurous green' Ginny thought to herself. The thin line on his forehead made him look like a hero. Oh he was a delight. But selfish, as sweet as a beautiful apple looks, you cannot deny the over bearing, sickly sweet taste of a rotten apple. No, he was bad news, and rot spreads throughout the whole thing once it starts.

'C'mon Gin smile, just one more photo, then you can go get hammered,' Ron said to her. 'I understand your boredom, just one more.'

Ginny sighed and stood up straight, smiling her sweetest smile. 'This is for you Ron, Hermione,' she thought.

A sudden flash. But white, not green, it was amazing how similar it was to the avada kedavra, and it was over in a second.

'Oh my God. It looks amazing. How long did you spend planning this Molly?'

Molly laughed, her eyes glimmering. 'Oh anything for the happy couple. I'd do anything for Ron and Hermione, they're so lovely together. Do you want anything Harry dear? You look awfully thin, but you still look dashing.'

'No thanks, I will in a bit. The food looks far too good to waste. Let me know if there are any leftovers as well will you? I have got to take some of this home for Desdemona.'

'Oh yes, lovely girl. How is she? What a shame she couldn't come.'

'Oh she could come, Ron didn't want her here, and neither did Hermione.' He didn't add it was probably because of Ginny.

'Oh that's a shame, why didn't they want her here?'

'Not too sure, that looks good, I'll go and try that, bye Mrs Weasley.'

Harry ran off.

Desdemona Elvira. Well Desdemona Dementia Elvira to be precise. Where did he start with her? It wasn't that he loved her. Harry knew for a fact he didn't. He knew precisely who he loved, not that he could do anything about it. Not now anyway. He'd had his chance, and he'd thrown it right in her face. Desdemona would have to do. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty. She was. A waterfall of beautiful blonde hair cascaded down her back and hung like a golden halo of honey coloured hair around her face. She had deep blue eyes, so deep they seemed bottomless, a whirlpool where you could lose yourself for what could be forever. And she could hold his gaze for ages unblinkingly. Each time he did he felt he was falling into that whirlpool, round and round and round. Wine red lips intoxicated him each time he kissed her, making him feel like he was losing control. Harry had a passion for his dear, darling Desdemona, but he didn't love her.

Ron didn't like her. Not one bit. Neither did Hermione. Cold. That was how Hermione had described her. Ron had shrugged his shoulders and said 'she makes me feel funny mate' and changed the topic. He turned to look at the two of them, smiling, laughing, happy. How he'd like to be with Ginny.

'We're sorry we can't let Desdemona come. You know, we hardly know her Harry. We hope you don't mind too much. I mean you haven't known her very long, and we've known her even less time than you.'

It was a lie. Harry knew it. They hated her, and even more so because they thought Harry had replaced Ginny with Desdemona. But sometimes, sometimes it felt like Desdemona was just ever so slightly insane. She seemed to take her mystery to the extreme, and some of the rituals she did were mad. He didn't fall the whole 'this girl is slightly dangerous at times', he went for the full blown, up a level, sinister 'this girl is insane.' Although, what made it scarier was the fact that he couldn't quite place it how she was. Anyway, his lust for the woman was too overbearing for him.

He stopped his train of thought seeing Ginny on the other side of the room. Now she was someone he'd give the mad woman up for. Ginny. Walking slowly, he ploughed his way through the crowd.

'Hey there, care to dance?'

Ginny jumped and turned to face her speaker. Looking up she saw his eyes. Green, and instantly a calm washed over her.

But no. It couldn't. She shook herself.

'What about Desdemona?' she asked.

'What about her? She's not here, and besides it's just a dance Gin. What harm is just one dance?'

'Nothing to you, clearly, but a whole lot more to me.'

'Ginny please…'

'Don't call me that!'

'It was years ago.'

'Funny how time flies. Still feels like yesterday don't you think?'

'Just one dance.'

'Desdemona sounds awfully nice, Ron and Hermione came back looking incredibly ashen-face and tired.'

'Ginny what's the problem?'

'She a lot of fun then Harry? I mean if one afternoon tired out Ron and Hermione, how tired out must you get?'

'Look, please forgive me.'

'Sounds like the motor doesn't run down at all.'

'One dance, that's all it takes. Best man and maid of honour are supposed to dance together anyway.'

'Not if there's a relationship going on with at least one of them.'

'You made that up.'

'So did you.'

'Ginny…'

'Harry I've already told you, my name is not Ginny, it's Regina.'

'And what happened to Ginny?'

'You killed her.'

Well there you go folks. I had fun writing this one. I hope you had fun reading it.