This chapter, then another, and then it's my writing:) not yet though;) What do people want to see in the future?:D
"Oh gosh Ginny, I can't believe you're actually getting married!" Hermione said offhandedly as she concentrated on the hair charm she was currently doing. It was strange to think that Ginny, the little girl who had asked her for advice on how to get somebody to like her, was now standing here on her wedding day.
"I know, I can hardly believe it myself. Do you know when Mum's getting here?"
"I think she's flooing over at eight." Ginny nodded and looked over to Luna who was making some final adjustments to her dress. The girl who was marrying Nott, Hermione presumed she and Ginny were friends, was painting her nails.
Hermione excused herself to go and check on Harry. It must be hard on him, she thought, they had been dating for months, and as much as he says he's fine with it, Hermione wasn't sure she could believe him.
Walking the corridors of Hogwarts still seemed strange, foreign almost. It wasn't the same, it wasn't safe. They had seen the school at its lowest and now could see it's every flaw. Sometimes, Hermione wished she was still a naive first year, all believing and all accepting. She would skip from lesson to lesson, keenly soaking up the knowledge the professors had to offer. But now, she walked through the courtyard, still wary, almost expecting a death eater to pop out somewhere. Except they were all locked up, and she was safe. She almost hated it, and felt that it was false security, she couldn't be safe forever, and that wasn't how life worked. Life would creep up on her eventually, and then she'd be so used to the security that she'd be completely unprepared and unguarded.
Clearing her mind of such thoughts, and telling herself that she should be grateful for what she had, she finally reached Harry. He stood, leaning against a wall, watching George fuss over Lee.
"Now Lee, you might be my best mate, but you're marrying my little sister, so you don't escape the threats." To this Lee simply raised an eyebrow, daring George.
"I wouldn't even attempt to escape. I can't wait!" Lee laughed, winked at George and adjusted his bow tie for what must have been the third time since Hermione walked over. She still wasn't sure about Harry's facial expression, it was blank. He didn't look particularly overjoyed, yet he didn't seem upset either. Harry's bright, emerald eyes were fixed on some distant spot, over George's head. Hermione grabbed his hand, pulling him out of his daze, and dragged him into an empty classroom.
"Harry, are you okay? I mean, like properly okay. And don't just say yes because I'm your fiancée and you want to tell me what you think you should," She sat beside him on the bench, still holding his hand. "I'm your friend first Harry, you can still talk to me."
"You know what the problem is?" He laughed bitterly and shook his head sadly. "I don't care. I was dating Ginny for months and months and now we're marrying different people through no choice of our own. I should care, right?"
"Tell me how you feel Harry; it is okay to be confused, the situation we're all being forced into isn't normal." Harry sighed and let go of her hand, instead running his hand through his dark, unruly hair.
"I should care that she's getting married. I should be angry. I should even hate Lee. But I don't, I'm happy for them. But... I shouldn't, should I?"
"There's no way you should or shouldn't feel Harry, everybody has different ways of dealing with things." The dark haired boy jumped down from the bench and strode over towards the door.
"You know, I just can't wait until we're married, and we can try to get on like normal."
"Do you, Lee Isaac Jordan, take this woman, Ginevra Molly Weasley as your lawfully wedded wife?" The minister was an aged official from the ministry, he was wearing a purple robe and had glasses rested halfway down his nose.
"I do." Lee grinned at Ginny, his soon-to-be wife.
"And do you, Ginevra Molly Weasley, take this man, Lee Isaac Jordan to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Ginny bit her lip.
"I do." She giggled, taking hold of Lee's hand.
"Then I am pleased to inform you, that I now pronounce you man," He looked from Lee to Ginny, "And wife." The friends and family who surrounded them began to clap. "You may now kiss the bride." The minister wandered to one side, waiting for them to be done so they could sign the legal documents. Lee bent slightly to kiss her, only to be stopped with a finger on his lips.
"Nope." Ginny reached into his pocked, where she had earlier slipped a breath spray and sprayed her own mouth, and then her husband's. Winking at him she stood on her toes. "You may now kiss the bride."
After signing the documents, the party trekked down to the spot Ginny and Lee had picked for the reception. It was a fairly beautiful sight. The sun was setting over the lake, and even the whomping willow was calm. Tables had been set out, with names on swan napkins.
Once everybody was seated, the speeches began. They began with Lee.
"Now, I know the way me and Ginny got together wasn't really conventional, but if I'm honest, which I suppose is always a good thing in a marriage [insert wink], I couldn't be happier. I wouldn't rather be with anyone else, 'cause I know we haven't really said it Gin, but I do love you, and I wouldn't care if the ministry made us have a million kids, because I know they'd all be as beautiful as you. As well as having my dashing looks and brilliant sense of humour. And I know I'll be welcomed warmly into Ginny's family, hell I've already been threatened by three brothers just today, I think I'm onto a good start. I know if Fred was here today, he'd be chasing me into the lake and promising me to the giant squid, just because he was a great friend. George fulfilled most of that, though if he took me to the lake, he'd probably end up in it himself, the poor fella. Maybe after the dancing is over, we can go make bets, though Ginny'd kill me if I got my suit all dirty, so maybe I'll have to pass after all. Seriously though Gin, I love you." When he sat, Ginny launched herself at him and kissed him repeatedly on the cheek. Arthur made a speech, leaving Molly in tears because her baby girl was all grown up. Speeches ended with an assortment of brothers before the dancing began.
At the end of the night, Ginny and Lee sat by the lake, barefoot and counted out the stars. Ginny yawned and leaned into her husband, hardly believing her luck.
"Did you mean what you said before?"
"Which part?"
"The million kids part, 'cause, realistically, look at my family's genetics. Maybe we will have a million kids." Ginny laughed into his chest, but he only kissed her head.
"I meant all of it, though we'll need a pretty big house." They laughed again and Ginny repressed another yawn, before deciding she was going to sleep right there, and Lee would just have to carry her back.
"I love you, Lee."
"Love you too, Gin."