The Wedding
Harry was at the Burrow with Ron, George, and Mr. Weasley, and they were frantically trying to set things up for the evening. Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen with Ginny, baking food. Hermione was helping Luna get ready in Ginny's room.
"I hope everything will be ready before the sunset, I don't want to disappoint anyone," said Mr. Weasley, as they set up the wedding arch. Neville was growing some white roses over the arch, and was setting together other plants that would be sitting all around.
"I hope that the decorations are elaborate enough for Luna, while still looking really beautiful," Harry said, as he helped Neville with the flowers
"It will be fine Harry, these are the best flowers I could grow. I've even found a spell that causes rose petals to temporarily rain down. Very lovely at weddings," said Neville as he finished off the last of the flowers.
The wedding appeared to be taking place in a small field of roses when they was a beautiful white arch, and chairs covered in white sheets with blue and gold ribbons- for Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, Luna had requested. There was large tent behind the scene, where there would be food and music. The area looked finished, and Harry, Neville, and Ron ran back inside to get dressed for the wedding in about a hour.
They went upstairs to Ron's old room, and began changing into their black dress robes.
"Hey mate, you nervous?" Ron asked as Harry was adjusting his tie and hair in the mirror.
"A little. A lot, Ron," Harry said as he combed his fingers through his hair.
"Me too," Ron said.
"What for?" Neville asked. Ron sighed and pulled a small black box from his pocket. Harry saw the motion in the mirror, and turned around.
"Hermione?" he asked. Ron nodded with a smile.
"Proposing at a wedding, that's actually clever" Neville said, as he slipped on his shoes. Ron chuckled as he slid the box back into his pocket.
"C'mon, guys. We better get back out there."
Harry stood under the arch, nervously waiting for Luna to emerge from the tent. The band began to play a slow, sweet song. Hermione and Ginny pulled open the tent, and there stood Luna, in a long, strapless silver dress that shimmered like it was made of stars. Her long blonde hair fell down in soft waves, and she wore a replica of the Ravenclaw diadem. She looked perfect. She walked down the aisle, a bouquet of all kinds of flowers in her hands. Hermione and Ginny flanked Luna, in short, flowy white dresses, each with a white lily in their hair.
Luna stood in front of Harry, her dress and diadem sparkling beautifully in the sunset light.
"Her original dress was much more insane, but Ginny and I found a great compromise," Hermione whispered as she walked behind Harry.
Harry stared in complete awe at Luna. She had never looked more beautiful than right now.
"Luna..." Harry said breathlessly. He could not think of he words to say. Luna blushed.
"It is rather bright, but I love how it sparkles in the moonlight," she said, swaying to make her dress shift and sparkle.
"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and people can't even try to laugh at you. You're too perfect," he said. Luna laughed.
"They'll find a way. Now... the ceremony?" she asked. Harry nodded.
The reception began with the cutting of the silver and red frosted wedding cake, which was topped with an eagle sitting on a lion's shoulder. And then people gathered for Ron's best man speech.
"Harry here, has been my best mate since we sat together on the train to Hogwarts when we were first years. And he's never let me down. Even when I'd think he had. And Luna here, we all thought she was a bit off when we first met her. But that year, she proved she's just as strong as the rest of us, and real clever, too. Hermione and I might still tease her from time to time, but she knows we mean well.
"Harry and Luna, I'm really happy for you guys, and I wish you the best of luck," Ron paused to cough, and tugged at the collar of his robes. "Please wish me some, too. Hermione..?"
Ron held out his hand and brought Hermione to her feet. Then he slowly lowered himself to one knee.
"Hermione you're the greatest witch that I could ever know. I'm not very good at this sort of thing... but I love you, and I don't ever want to be with anyone except you. Marry me?" he asked, holding up the box.
Hermione smiled, and tears ran down her face. She nodded, as Ron stood up, she threw her arms around him. Everyone else applauded. Ron and Harry's eyes met, and Harry gave Ron a thumbs-up.
The band played a slow song, and everyone got out on the floor to watch Harry and Luna's dance. Harry took her waist and the stood there, arms around each other, swaying to the music. Slowly, people began to join them on the dance floor. Ron and Hermione, Molly and Arthur, Fleur and Bill, Neville and Hannah Abbott, Ginny and her boyfriend Augustus Delacour, a cousin of Fleur's.
Partway through the song, Harry felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Xenophilius Lovegood.
"Might I cut in?" he asked. Harry nodded, and he let Luna have a dance with her father.
The night drew out long and beautifully, but come about 1 a.m., everyone was too tired to carry on.