Chapter 1 : Ginny and Harry
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The bagpipes started up. Lavender started the procession in the slate blue dress that Ginny had finally decided upon. Ginny clenched her father’s arm and took a deep breath. Lydia, a good friend from Astronomy, went forward. This day had finally come. Parvati went next. All those long months of planning had finally paid off. This was it. Next was Luna, the dazed look she always had on firmly in place. Ginny hoped that she didn’t trip in those 3-inch heels. She glanced up and was reassured by her father’s tired smile. The war had been hard on them all, and Arthur would always have that limp. Hermione finally went, the maid of honor. They started forward. As they made the turn at the arch of roses and came into view of all the guests Ginny held her breath. And then, as she saw Harry, she let it out. He was her rock, what she had leaned on for longer than he had known. Whenever she was little her brothers had teased her and gotten her mad, she had made believe that Harry Potter would come and protect her. Whenever she had felt like crying she would remind herself that Harry Potter wouldn’t want to see her cry. He had been her Guardian Angel, and now he was going to be her husband.
Harry hadn’t stopped grinning like a Mad Man the whole entire day. It was the best day of his life; He couldn’t wait to start the rest of his life with the woman he loved. He wasn’t ready for when Ginny turned around the corner into his view. His heart stopped as he tried to remember a time when she had looked more beautiful. It wasn’t the dress, the hair, the make-up; it was the glow that Ginny was radiating. Well, maybe a tiny presentage of the dress. She had been gushing about it for ages. Apperently it was a gorgous mermaid style with embrodery on the bodice, and a embroidered rope over one sholder. Well, no, it definatly wasn't the dress. She looked so alive, so bursting with happiness that Harry’s breath hitched in his throat. She walked slowly up the walk way with scattered rose petals that her niece had thrown. Harry knew, then, without a doubt that proposing to Ginny was the smartest thing he had ever done in his entire lifetime. She finally reached him, and it took all his will power not to reach out and hold her. His shining star. His reason for life. His whole body was quivering from not touching the other half of his soul. He smiled softly down at her, and she smiled back.
Ginny felt as if she was bursting with happiness. She shyly reached up and touched his scar. Not his lightning bolt, but the one he had gotten saving her.
The lights of red and green flashed around an exhausted and war weary Ginny. ‘How sad, that Christmas colors are now related to THIS’ she thought to herself. All of the sudden a cry of elation wrung out of the white noise that she had come to associate with the war.
“You-Know-Who is dead. He’s dead!!” She heard. All around her people fell down to the ground in thanks, or appirated out of sight. Ginny didn’t have time to stop and cry with happiness though, she had to find Harry. She ran through the throngs of people, and finally he was in sight. He turned and as he saw her, his face burst out with the biggest smile she had ever seen.
“We won,” he yelled, and then, almost like it was a revelation to himself he whispered, “We won.” Ginny threw her arms around him in jubilation, but as she started to pull back, he pushed her to the ground. As she looked, a burst of blood fell everywhere. She looked behind herself and saw a lone fanatic of the Dark Lord’s, Bellatrix. Ginny quickly took care of her and then turned and got help for Harry. It was over. A few hours later, Harry woke up from his induced sleep to see an exhausted Ginny lying at his side.
“Hey,” she said lovingly, brushing a piece of hair away from his new scar. The healers said that there was nothing that they could do about it, but Ginny didn’t mind. She thought it added character.
“Hey,” he said back. Then, groaning, he sat up. Ginny helped him up. “get my bag,” he rasped. Ginny did so, puzzled. When he took it, he reached inside. Then he pulled out a small blue velvet box. “Ginny,” he started
“Ginny, I had planned a huge thing. Romantic dinner, then moonlight stroll. I had talked to the choir master about getting some strolling kids. Then I would get down on one knee and pull out this ring and you would gasp and start crying so hard you couldn’t say yes, you could only nod. But, this is the right time. I want to give you this, and I hope you except it.” He opened the box to reveal the most beautiful ring ever. Ginny gasped. Harry gulped. “Ginevra Weasley will you marry me? Will you go to sleep by my side every night, and greet every morning with me? Will you grow old with me? Would you be willing to become Ginevra Potter?” Harry sat there, waiting. Ginny looked at the ring and then burst into tears, crying so hard that she couldn’t say yes, only nod.
When she finally calmed down enough to speak she said “Why do you think you even have to ask?”
Ginny was brought back by the singsong voice of the officiator of the wedding. Ginny could barley concentrate on the wedding, she kept stealing glances at her soon to be husband. Finally, the vows. They turned to face each other. Harry was going first.
“Do you, Harry James Potter, take her, Ginevra Weasley, for your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do you part?”
Looking deep into Ginny’s eyes, Harry said “I do”
Then it was Ginny’s turn
“Do you, Ginevra Weasley, take him, Harry James Potter, for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do you part?”
Ginny tried to speak, but the first time she choked on the words. Quickly the expression on Harry’s face turned from love to uncertainty. She smiled at him and then said, “I do.”
“You may now kiss the bride.”
“Are you ok?” Harry whispered quietly as they leaned in to kiss.
“I’ve never been better.” She said as she kissed him. Overhead the sound of fireworks filled the air.
“Wow,” said Harry. “I thought it was an expression when they say that people hear fireworks when kissing the one they love.”
Ginny giggled. “It is.” She explained, and then pointed to the stars that had erupted from the officiator’s wand. Harry just grinned sheepishly at her. Later, after the reception was dying down, Harry and Ginny slipped out among the stars. There they stared deep into each others eyes.
“You know I love you, right?” Harry asked suddenly.
“And I love you. I love you more than there are stars in the sky.” Ginny said. They sat side by side and they were happy.
In Explantation of the note at the top... 95 reads and only 2 reviews. to tell you the truth, i'm disapointed. I take great pleasure in reading and responding to your reviews. If you don't review it makes me think that you don't like it. I hope that's not the case. PLEASE REVIEW. and i'll send you hypothetical cookies and good karma until the world freezes over (which it feels like it's doing now). If you liked this maybe you'd like to read my other one shot. It's also pretty fluffy. Margirita Quinn is a story I just started and it is going to try to be a comedy. I'll Spread My Wings is my first fan fic and the one i'm mostly focusing on. The next chapter for that is about 1/2 way done. I'll post Ron and Hermione's one shot when i have time, but until then Happy Holidays.
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