Ginny woke-up around 30 minutes later in a room in the back of the church. Everyone but Ron, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and Hermione had left. They were all standing over Ginny as she awoke.

"I had the strangest dream, mum. I was getting married and Harry left me at the altar for Draco! Which is just silly, because they hate each other? Goodness, what a strange dream!" she babbled as she gained her senses.

The Weasley's shot worried looks at each other. Ginny blinked the sleep from her eyes and looked around. What a strange little room! She was on an old green couch in a room with wood paneled walls and ugly orange carpet (1).

'Why am I here? And why is my so itchy?' She looked down at her body and practically fainted again. She was in a wedding dress.

"It wasn't a dream?!" Ginny screeched.

"No, it wasn't, deary" Mrs. Weasley sighed.

"But Draco hates Harry! And vice versa!" Ginny cried.

"No, they'd been secretly dating for years! Just as I predicted!" Hermione looked at Ron.

Ron, poor Ron, looked green. He had just watched his best mate kiss his worst enemy. Hermione was barely restraining herself from doing a little happy dance. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were just concerned. Ginny, for her credit, didn't look disgusted but just purely horrified. Her face was in pure shock, completely numb. The little redheaded girl blinked and let out a breath.

"Oh well. I suppose it should've been obvious Harry was into Draco. Considering how obsessed he was with him in 6th year. Personally I find Blaise more attractive. Wonder in Draco could get me his number? Hey, Hermione could you drive me home. I want to change out of this dress."

Ginny slid off the couch, and smoothed her skirt.

"Mom? I'll talk to you and Dad later. I just want to go home for now. Ronnie, I'll give back your wife when I'm done talking with her. Goodnight."

With that she and Hermione left and got into Ron's car. Hermione just grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

"Hehehe teaches Ron right! He dismissed my 'Harry is gay and in love with Draco' theory to my pregnancy hormones! Ha!" she snickered.

"By the way, how is the baby?" Ginny asked.

"Fine," Hermione placed a hand on her stomach, "I can feel him kick now."

Her crazy grin softened to a gentle, maternal smile. They continued their conversation all the way to Ginny's, and at the end of the night Ginny felt that maybe she just loved Harry as a brother and that maybe, MAYBE, she might be happy she got stood up at the altar for Draco. If that meant she could score Blaise's phone number, of course.

(AN) Rini here! I thought I'd make this a series after forever and a half! I've really been meaning to do a continuation, but just haven't. I might continue but I need reviews for that!

(1)- I actually lived in a house with wood paneled walls and icky orange carpet when I was little, I never liked it but it seemed to fit the scene! XD