Fantast: a visionary or dreamer.

June 12, 2000

In her memory, a little girl poked her head around the shed, lacy curtains borrowed from the scullery window draped over her fiery hair.

"Are you ready?" she called.

Her brothers rolled their eyes and did their best to look tortured. Fred stood beneath his mother's trellis, yanking at the stiff collar of the dress robes Bill had 'accidentally' left in his wardrobe. Ron was positioned just a bit to the side, digging in the dirt with the warn toe of his boot and not looking quite as tearfully happy as Ginny thought a big brother and best man should as he watched his baby sister walk down the aisle. George was leaning against the shed beside her, staring vacantly at the sky and fiddling with their father's spare reading glasses.

Ginny heaved a sigh. "If you're not going to do it right, then don't do it at all!" she huffed irritably.

"Believe us, we'd rather not," George muttered, wrinkling his nose at the flower Ginny had pinned to his sweater.

"Mum said we had to play whatever game you picked. She didn't say we had to be happy about it," Fred grumbled from across the yard.

Ginny stuck her tongue out. "Well maybe next time you won't use my doll when you try to send something to space with your fireworks!"

"Yeah, yeah. Oi, Ronniekins. Start the music so we can get this over with," Fred ordered.

Ron scowled at him, but he pulled the plastic kazoo Bill had won him at the summer festival in the village last year out of his pocket and began buzzing something that sounded vaguely like a wedding march. Ginny smoothed the white nightgown she'd elected to wear as a wedding dress and held out her arm for George to take. Reluctantly, he perched the glasses on his nose in imitation of their father and dragged Ginny around the shed and up the aisle of dining room chairs he and Fred had lugged out into the yard.

"You're going too fast," Ginny complained, but by then she was already at the trellis and it wouldn't do to go back up the aisle unwed.

She carefully laid her bouquet of wildflowers (picked from the field across the road) behind her and turned to face her imaginary groom. Fred was busy swatting at a fly, and Ginny had to step on his toes to get his attention.

"Oh, right. Er, we're held hostage here today to witness the imaginary union of Ginny and a very lucky bit of air." He turned to the empty place across from his sister and stuck out a hand. "Lucky bit of air, thanks for joining us. If you get sick of my sister, I don't think you'll have to file for divorce to get away from her."

"Fred!" Ginny snapped.

Fred rolled his head back to look up at the sky. "Fine. Do you, Ginevra Molly Weasley, take – who's the bloke you're marrying?"

"Harry Potter," Ginny answered primly and with utter conviction.

Her brothers all exchanged looks, eyebrows quirked. Ron started snorting with laughter first.

"What?" Ginny demanded. "He's our age! And he's a hero. And he's cute. Stop laughing! I can marry him if I want!"

"Alright. It's your delusional wedding," George chortled. "But you've only seen baby pictures of him. He's got a great scar on his face, now."

"It is my wedding, and that's your brother-in-law you're talking about," Ginny huffed, crossing her arms.

"Whatever," George sighed. "Just enjoy your dream wedding with the invisible Mr. Potter because it's about as close to him as you'll ever get."

… her memory faded…

Ginny stood at the edge of a milling crowd of her friends and family beneath a golden canopy. Her white dress swirled around her in the faint summer breeze, her vale fluttered down her back, covered in the beautiful white lilies her mother had spent all spring stitching into it. Across the pavilion she could see George gulping down a drink with the rest of her brothers, snickering over something. Ron glanced up from his best man speech he kept pouring nervously over long enough to shoot her a real, proud, big brother grin.

"Hey."

A smile spread over her face as she turned and found herself wrapped up in somebody's arms.

"Hey yourself, Mr. Potter."

Harry grinned down at her. "Where've you been hiding, Mrs. Potter?"

"Mm, I like the sound of that," Ginny whispered, standing on her toes to kiss him.

"Me too," Harry agreed, smiling against her lips.

Ginny tucked her head against his shoulder, and they began to sway to the music, making their own slow dance out of the fast tempo. "Did you know this is the seventh time I've been married to you?"

"Or really?" Harry laughed. "And where was I the first six times?"

"Probably sitting in some stuffy Muggle classroom wishing you knew a fiery redhead like me," Ginny told him. "You see, I knew it was coming to this since I was seven. You were about eleven years behind."

"Well I'm glad I finally made it to the ceremony," he said amusedly.

Ginny pulled back just enough to take in that quirky half-grin, the way his eyes danced when he was laughing at her. "I'm kinda glad, too,"

A/N: And there you have it! A birthday gift for HollyheadHarpy7, who requested a little Harry/Ginny :) I don't usually write fluff, but I hope this satisfied all you shippers out there who saw the characters for this story and might have been feeling a bit led on. HollyheadHarpy's b-day was actually the 16th, but she was nice enough to let me use my original wedding date and this particular word. I hope you enjoyed it!

On a different note, it was recently brought to my attention that the chapter for Teddy's birth (April 23) has been replaced by the chapter for April 28 (now on here twice). I'm not sure how that happened, but it really sucks because I didn't have that chapter saved anywhere. I don't suppose you'll be able to help me, but I thought I ought to apologize to anybody who's read the chapter for April 28 twice and missed out on the Teddy chapter. I think I'm going to have to attempt to rewrite it, which is a real bummer.

Anyway, reviews would cheer me up a bit. :)