A/N: Dear readers, I KNOW you're there now! I have had SO MANY reviews telling me to get a move on and finish this chapter! And I got about 2 or 3 of them within 10 minutes! I LOVE YOU GUYS! Readers, whoever, WHEREVER you are, this chapter is for YOU! Also, even though I said that this chapter is about the wedding, it's more about Harry and Ginny during and after the wedding. Gotta build up to the action, y'know? :P ONWARDS!

Edit 08/04/2010: So, once again, another chapter I'm turning from golden dust in to golden coins =] I made that up myself :D

ANYWAYS, I'm changing a lot in this chapter, BUT... I promise that:

1. It'll still be in Ginny's POV

2. The wonderful cliffhanger ending will remain. Enjoy!

Ginny: Why did you toture your poor, sweet, innocent readers by leaving that cliffhanger there for so long?

Me: Well, I uh, I um... I sorta gave up on the story...

Ginny: Why? It's about ME!

Me: I know, I know, I'm sorry! At least I'm continuing it NOW!

Ginny: Touché...

As intent as I was on speaking to Harry, I couldn't because I had to get ready for the wedding.

"Stupid Wedding." I said, sighing.

Walking down the aisle was my favorite part, however. Though I hadn't been enthusiastic about being a bridesmaid, I was happy to see that Harry (In his disguise of a red-haired boy from the near village) had eyes only for me. Everybody else was looking at Fleur in her beautiful dress. I winked at Harry as I walked by him, and he blushed and looked away guiltily, as if he shouldn't be caught looking at me. Satisfied, I continued on to the altar with a smirk.

I barely heard the vows being exchanged, though. I was busy thinking about the guilty look Harry had had. What did Ron say to him? Suddenly I heard applause, and looked over just in time to see Bill kiss Fleur passionately. Gabrielle and I, joined by a few other women, all grouped together behind her to try and catch her flowers. I was scolding myself for not paying attention during the wedding, and it wasn't until I heard groans all around me that I looked down. I had caught the flowers, and didn't even realize! I automatically looked up, and caught Harry's eye. He winked, but looked away quickly, and it was my turn to blush as I realized why. But I could never expect that of him... He himself said... oh well.

I was a... well, I guess you could say 'hot commodity' at the reception. I was being asked for a dance everywhere I turned. At one point, Victor Krum came up to me and asked me to dance. Suddenly, Harry was there, with a jealous expression.

"Sorry Victor," He said, OBVIOUSLY annoyed. "But she's agreed to dance with me. Why don't you dance with Luna?" He pointed toward my other best friend in the world, Luna Lovegood.

Krum walked away, muttering about how all the good looking girls were either taken, or had over-protective family.

"What was that about?" I asked, my tone sharper than I had intended.

"I-I didn't like that he wanted dance with you. You should've seen the way he looked at you."

I mock gasped and said "Harry! You wouldn't happen to have been JEALOUS, would you?"

Harry went a deep red and tried to change the subject. "If I didn't tell him I was stopping Krum from dancing with you, Ron would be carrying through with murdering me right now..." He looked over where Ron was standing. Ron was glaring.

"WERE you jealous?" I asked in a more serious tone, ignoring his failed attempt at avoiding my question.

"Maybe just a little... I don't like it, seeing you dancing with all those people, and not with me."

"You could've come earlier-"

"Voldemort would've had to dig me up from my grave to kill me because Ron would've already done the job. Plus, I didn't want to interrupt."

"You didn't mind interrupting when Victor asked me to dance."

"Didn't I just explain that?"

I put my head on his shoulder and we continued to dance.

Ron suddenly came towards us, An angry look on his face. "That's quite enough." He said.

"We're just dancing, Ron." I said icily.

"Well now you're not. Come on Harry."

Harry looked back and forth between Ron and I. His mouth was open a bit, as if he was deciding who to choose.

"Ronald. Bilius. Weasley." I began, practically hearing Harry internally cheer because I saved him from choosing. I glared at Ron as I semi- let go of Harry, putting my left arm on my hip and giving him the look I learned from my mother. It was her trademark 'Don't mess with me because I'm not only angry, but powerful enough to curse your buttocks off, and prevent you from ever having children one day' look. Ron shrunk away in fear; He knew that I had the same fiery temper as my mother.

"Y-yes?" He said, terrified. Haha, not so tough now, are we?

"How dare you e-" I didn't get to finish.

Suddenly, we saw a bright light , a patronus had entered the yard. We heard Kingsley's deep, calming voice coming from it. "Minister for Magic is dead, Voldemort is now in control of the Ministry. They are coming."

It took a few seconds for everyone to realize what they had just been told. I grabbed Harry's hand as the screams began. People were disapparating everywhere we looked. Hermione came out of nowhere, screaming frantically, her purse swinging around on her arm and making loud banging noises. She grabbed Harry and Ron and disapparated.

We all got up. We were on some muggle street.

"Ow." I said.

Everybody looked up at me in horror, realizing that I had come with them.

"Oh bugger." Said Ron.

Apparently I wasn't meant to go for the ride.

[A/N] I hope you guys like the changes I made. I miss the argument, but it just didn't fit with the changes I made. If I promise that I'll make up for it with more arguing later in the story, do you guys think you'll be able to forgive me? Okay, I hope so. Anyways... R&R FOR COOKIES AND/OR SORBET! BYE LAVS!