You shouldn't be doing this. Because it's wrong. You know it is.
But you can't bring yourself not to go through with it now. So, you stand in the front of the church that is entirely her and pretend that this is what you whole-heartedly want to do, even if it isn't. Because there's a small part of you that just doesn't want to go through with it, that doesn't want to marry her. But she's a lovely girl and you do love her.
You stand in front of the preacher with your oldest brother by your side as your best man. And it feels wrong to have him standing there instead of the person that should be there. But you couldn't bring yourself to ask him to stand next to you, because even you know that it's wrong to ask the man you love with all your heart to be your best man while you marry a girl that you only love with half of your heart. Hell, you couldn't even bring yourself to invite him, because it's still wrong.
Fidgeting with your tie, you push all thoughts of him out of your head. You shouldn't be thinking about him when you're about to marry her. It's wrong. So, you let your eyes sweep the crowd of family and friends. It distracts you for a while.
Then the wedding march sounds and the guests all rise, turning to face the door. And for half a second, nerves hit you. But they quickly go away when you spot her for the first time, because you've forgotten how to breathe.
She looks gorgeous. Her white dress clings to her slim body in all the right places, making her curves more noticeable. Her blonde hair is falling freely around her face. She's wearing a bright smile that makes her murky green eyes stand out. You feel a jab in your side from your brother that reminds you to breathe again. A smile crosses your face and you think that she's just as beautiful as she was the first time you met her.
Her father places her hand in yours and you both face the preacher. As the preacher begins the ceremony, you finally feel like you're making the right decision. Because you do love her and she does make you happy.
You repeat after the preacher. "I take you to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward; for better or for worse; for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health; to love and to cherish, from this day forward until death do us part."
After you finish, you slide the simple silver ring on her finger, forever promising yourself to her.
Then the preacher asks the cliché saying: "If anyone has any objection to why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace."
And for moment, you wish he would. A tiny part of you wants him to say that he still loves you like you love him, that you shouldn't marry her because of it. But he doesn't know you're even getting married, therefore he can't object. You feel extremely guilty at that thought. You really shouldn't be thinking about him when you're nearly married to her. It's still wrong and unfair to her. The part of you that isn't in love with him is thankful that nobody objects.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the preacher says. And you kiss her, forever condemning her to live with only half of your heart, even if she doesn't know it.
A/n – I have no idea why there aren't any names throughout. For family boot camp: Weasleys. Prompt used: object. Also, this is rather similar to Asymmetry by my other half, Someone aka Me. I did get permission to write this like that. We honestly can help that Harry and Clara are usually on the same page.
A million thanks to kci47 for beta-ing this for me!
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