Nothing belongs to me.
LXXXIX: Multitasking
She couldn't remember her own wedding being as stressful, but then again, her mother had planned the whole thing. All she ever had to do was nod or shake her head.
Now, Ginny did just that, and more. There were bouquets and arrangements, menus and seating charts.
And Rose wasn't even her daughter!
But her niece would need all the help she could get if she wanted this wedding today.
It was the least she could do: Hermione and Rose were handling the dress malfunctions, the fiancé – well, Ginny wasn't sure where he was – and Ron was absolutely no help.
Ronald couldn't possibly manage overseeing the flower arrangements at the ceremony site and helping Lily into her bridesmaid gown, all while locating James and Albus at the same time.
But come to think of it, neither could she: Lily's hair was not exactly the elegant twist they had intended it to be, and the boys were nowhere to be found.
"I'm quite glad Father isn't alive to see this."
Ginny took no notice as her wand slipped from her fingers and plummeted into the grass.
How long had it been since she had last heard that voice – the same voice that still haunted her dreams, day and night?
She willed herself not to look.
"Imagine! A Malfoy marrying a Weasley."
Yes, she could imagine it clearly, perhaps too clearly. A Malfoy marrying a Weasley – a different Malfoy and a different Weasley.
And before she could stop herself, Ginny was turning around to face him.
"It wasn't supposed to happen like this."