Well this chapter will be a lot longer because it takes place (for the most part) the day of the wedding. Sorry but this chapter is going to be in bigger paragraphs. Mostly because there isn't as much talking this time. More foreshadowing on a certain pair… ;)

5 Days before the Wedding

After George's encounter at her house 5 days prior, Luna could not stop think about the charming Weasley boy. Was he still a boy? No, he was a man now, and she was a young woman. Should she even be thinking about him? I mean, maybe George is only hinting at feelings towards her because he needs someone to love after Fred died. Maybe, just maybe, he was doing it out of pity because of the talk she had had with him outside the Burrow weeks ago. Maybe he didn't like her at all and she was simply overanalyzing everything. Or maybe he really did like her for who she was and there was no lingering catch. Luna's head spun. The real question wasn't whether he liked her or not, it was whether she genuinely like him.

Day of the Wedding: Two hours until the ceremony starts

The Burrow was utter chaos, and that was a severe understatement. Everyone was running around trying to get everything done before guests starting arriving in an hour or so. Neville had just spilt coffee on his button up and was trying to remove it with a wand-less spell, but was not very successful. Hermione was locked away with Ginny in her bedroom to make sure Harry wouldn't see her before the ceremony. Hermione was also attempting to give Ginny an up do, which she had to restart 3 times already. Mr. Weasley, Percy, Bill, George, and Charlie were outside setting up the grand tent and tables while Fleur was putting on the tablecloths. With a flick of her wand, all the fine silverware and plates that were sitting on the dinning room table inside the house started flying through the air towards the tables, adding more craziness to the situation. Mrs. Weasley was cooking like a bloody mad woman in the kitchen, trying to make multiple dishes at once. Ron was running around looking for his suit coat, (he later found it under his bed). Harry was also locked in his room, running over his vows over and over again. And then there was Luna. She was situated on the floor of the attic with a mirror propped up on the wall, trying to put on make-up for the first time in her life.

"Oww…owwww!" Luna let out a small shriek as she tried to put eyeliner on her bottom lid, instead poking herself in the eye multiple times. "Stupid thing!" She threw the eyeliner across the floor in utter frustration. She moved on to the eye shadow. Hermione had told her that she should put the darker colors at the bottom of her lid and the lighter colors towards her brow. Luna looked at the palette in her hand. She took the brush and swiped it across the medium charcoal color; she didn't want to go too dark. She gently applied the shadow to the very bottom of both her upper lids. She opened her eyes and looked in the mirror. 'Wow!' she thought, 'Who knew that a little shadow would make my eyes…pop like this?" Of course, every girly girl knew that, but Luna wasn't like that. She then took the same brush and rolled it across the light gray shimmer and applied it right above the charcoal color. She opened her eyes again. She smiled at her reflection as her eyes seemed to glisten and shine. For her first time putting on make-up, Luna was doing a decent job, save for the eyeliner. She then looked at the strange metal contraption next to her left foot. Hermione had said that it was called an 'eyelash curler.' It was made to make her eyelashes look long and feathery. Luna carefully put the curler to her lashes, just like Hermione had showed her. She then bit down on her lip, anticipating pain, and clamped down. She was surprised at how easy and painless it was when you situated it correctly. She counted to ten in her head, holding down the curler, and then moved to the next eye. Again she looked into the mirror, and again she was taken back. Her eyelashes were so long that they lightly touched her brows! Next, she reached for the yellow tube that was siting to her right and untwisted the cap. She pulled the long brush out and took a deep breath. Mascara looked even more painful than eyeliner. She crossed her fingers, praying that this wouldn't mess up her progress that she had made. She took the brush, leaned closer to the mirror, and gently applied the dark paste to her lashes. She fluttered her lids a couple of times to keep her eyes from watering and then moved on to the next eye. She fluttered again as her eyes were watering up from not blinking for so long. This time Luna did not look into the mirror for fear of what she might see. She quickly applied rouge to her cheekbones and a soft raspberry color to her lips.

She walked over to her dress that was hanging on the back of the door and shrugged off her tank top and skirt. She effortlessly took the beautiful garment off the hanger and slipped it up over her legs. She twisted to the side to zip herself up and adjusted her strapless bra that she was still trying to get use to. She walked over to the sparkle covered ballets by the closet door and slipped them onto her slender feet. Next to the closet was a table where her diamond studs rested. She took the delicate earrings and put them securely into her lobes. Luna took a deep breath and let it out, took another deep breath, let it out. Her walk back to the mirror was slow. She was nervous that the person she was going to see wasn't even going to look like her or that she was going to look down right scary. Upon approaching the mirror she closed her eyes and took another deep, deep breath. Open. Luna let out an audible gasp as she studied her reflection. Luna quickly started to fan her eyes with her hand because she could feel tears starting to form and she didn't want to ruin her newly applied make-up.

Luna wasn't crying because she was unhappy, in fact, it was the exact opposite. The witch stared again at her reflection. She looked absolutely breath taking and she knew it. The mascara and eye shadow made her eyes glow, gleam, and twinkle. The rouge made her look older and her cheekbones looked amazing. With the lipstick on, her lips looked plumper and you could see the faint 'm' that her upper lip made. For the first time in Luna's life she felt like a princess. She smiled again at herself and twirled in her dress. She was snapped back to reality, however, when she started hearing swishing and popping noises. She ran and looked out of the attic window. People were starting to arrive now, looking dressed up and dapper. There was Lavender Brown wearing a gorgeous green floor length dress and next to her was Dean Thomas, looking handsome in a pinstripe tuxedo. Luna quickly gathered up all the make-up and stuffed it into a pouch.

Running down a flight of stairs, she stopped at Ginny's room and gave it a quick knock, "It's Luna! People are starting to arrive!" The door was opened and Luna jumped into the room but was then stopped short by Ginny. The bride was standing in front of a full-length mirror completely dolled up from head to toe. Luna gazed at her best friend, taking it all in. The dress flowed effortlessly on her pristine figure, her hair and make-up were flawless, and her smile beamed pure bliss. "Well?" the ginger grinned, "Do I look like Mrs. Potter?" The three witches looked at each other and starting crying. They all looked so grown up and so…old. What happened to the school days at Hogwarts when they were young? How quickly time flies. All the girls came in for a group hug and laughed at their tears. Ginny let go and starting whipping her eyes, "I love you girls." The three laughed some more and starting gathering all their things.

Just then, the great grandfather clock downstairs let out 4 loud chimes, signifying that guests should take their seats because the ceremony would start shortly.

Ginny squeezed Hermione's hand and then Luna's as Mrs. Weasley knocked on the door, "Show time ladies!" She opened the door and instantly started bawling her eyes out. "My daughter…a bride." Ginny was wrapped in a lung crushing bear hug by her mother, "Control yourself mum." Mrs. Weasley pulled away, fixing her hair, "Of course, of course. Well, chop chop. Harry is making his way to the altar now with Ron right behind him. Luna you will walk first with Neville and then Hermione you'll walk with George." Luna looked over and saw the disappointment in Hermione's face when she was told she wouldn't be walking with Ron while Ginny looked over and saw that same disappointment in Luna's face when she was told she wouldn't be walking with George. Ginny let out a soft chuckle. The great grandfather clock rang out again.

Neville took a deep breath.

George took a deep breath.

Hermione took a deep breath.

Ron took a deep breath.

Harry took a deep breath.

Ginny took a deep breath.

Luna took a deep breath.

It was time.

Luna and Hermione walked downstairs after wishing Ginny good luck. Neville and George were waiting for them and Luna saw George's jaw drop as she entered the room. Luna's stomach starting down twists and flips and her cheeks reddened. Neville stuck out his elbow for her, "Shall we?" Luna smiled at her escort, entwining her arm in his, "We shall!" Luna and Neville walked out the Burrow side-by-side with George and Hermione right behind them. Luna could hear the audible gasps and whispers as she walked down the isle. She saw so many of her old friends that she couldn't help but smile. There was Seamus and Dean, Lavender and Hannah. She could see her father, who gave her a quick wink, and Teddy Lupin, squirming in Mrs. Weasley's arms.

Neville let go of Luna, lightly guiding her towards the left. Luna turned around to see Harry looking at her, nervously smiling. Luna mouthed, 'You look great.' He simply smiled and turned to look at Hermione and George, now heading down the isle.

Luna was staring at George. She didn't care if she was being obvious at this point; she just wanted him to look back at her. When George went to detach himself from Hermione he looked up at the blonde witch and they locked eyes. He looked at her the whole time he was talking to his spot behind Neville. He finally took his eyes away once the music started playing so he could look at his baby sister.

As soon as Ginny appeared in the archway, everyone's eyes popped out of their heads and their mouths' formed a perfect 'o.' Mr. Weasley glowed with pride as he walked his beautiful daughter down the isle. Luna looked over to see Harry tearing up and she couldn't help but tear up herself. Make-up be damned, she was going to let them fall to show Ginny how happy she was for her. When the bride reached the altar she gave her dad a squeeze and gently kissed him on the cheek before he went and sat next to his wife. When Ginny turned to him, Harry leaned in and whispered in her ear, "You look so, so beautiful." Ginny's cheeks turned as fiery red as her hair. Kingsley, who was asked to be the couple's minister, raised his hands, signaling silence.

"Welcome!" he bellowed. "We are gathered here today to bond Harry James Potter and Ginerva Molly Weasley."

Harry and Ginny looked into each other's eyes as they held hands. This was Ginny's last moment being a Weasley, and she wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

"Now, the lovely couple would like to exchange their vows of their eternal love for each other…"

And from there it was history.

Alright listen, I hate writing wedding-ish stuff like vows so the next chapter skips to the reception. Sorry if that disappoints you but this is my story so I'm gonna write it how I wanna. Review though :)