I'm not the kind of girl
Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion
But you are not the kind of boy
Who should be marrying the wrong girl
I like messing things up for people, I’ll be honest. Even then, crashing my best friend’s wedding was sort of a stretch for me.
But Ginny Weasley was not the girl to be marrying Harry Potter.
I strode in to the little church in Godric’s Hollow, the same place James and Lily Potter got married. It was a beautiful church, painted a cream white and covered with lavender roses for the event. I was surprised at how big the turnout was. There was Seamus Finnigan chatting with Ron and Lee Jordan; Remus and Tonks acting as in love as ever.
I waited for the crowd of people to start taking their seats, slowly making my way to Hermione.
“Britney, you’re crazy! You don’t think Harry’s going to agree to run away with you, do you? Life isn’t fair, and I understand you love him, but he loves Ginny. You can tell!” Hermione whispered, which was hard for her to do when she was so fired up about something. She had this thing where she felt Ginny and Harry were meant to be, because of how long Ginny had liked Harry and how Harry had feelings for her too and a bunch of other crap. She was a sucker for love, you could tell. She and Ron had a fairy tale wedding, something I had to plan. She wanted it to be perfect; all the roses symbolizing something about their love.
Ron just wanted the food to be good.
She was right, though, I doubted Harry would come and run away with me or do whatever I had planned. He’d stay right there, at the altar, speechless. And I’d run out crying, looking like a complete fool. But it certainly doesn’t hurt to try, does it? I don’t think so.
I sneak in and see your friends
And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel
And she is yelling at a bridesmaid, somewhere back inside a room
Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry
I decided to walk away from Hermione. I was never one to listen to her, anyways. She’d force me to go to Hogsmeade and talk with the bartender, giving me his number and nagging me to call him. I never did, anyways.
“Britney! What are you doing here? I haven’t seen you since Ron’s wedding!” I whipped around to find myself staring at George Weasley, who had on the stupidest suit I have ever seen. He was a lucky bloke, though, because he had still managed to find a wife and have kids.
“Could you be any louder, George?” I giggled, pulling him in for a hug. The mention of my name created a lot of whispering throughout the crowd. Most of these people were friends of mine from back in the Hogwarts days, and now they were talking about me. From the dirty looks I was getting, I bet they expected me to crash the wedding. Since the day Ginny and Harry started dating they expected me to crash the wedding.
“Oh, please, ignore them. You’re a lot cooler than half of those jerks were anyways. I mean, look at you, striding around like you don’t give a damn! You’re rocking the single life! You look sexy, too. That dress is made for distracting males everywhere,” he chuckled, then quickly added, “Don’t tell my wife I said that.” I think she overheard him, though, because she was motioning for him to come over and take his daughter, Hannah.
As he left, Ron spotted me and snuck his way over to where I was hiding. “George is a desperate flirt, isn’t he? He hates the married life. I personally am not keen to it either. Hermione is either a bitch, clingy, or the girl I fell in love with a few years back. And most of the time, it’s the first and second option,” he muttered to me. I could see where he got the clingy bitch thing from.
“So, are you really crashing their wedding?” Ron asked.
“I already have, haven’t I?” I faked a smile. It was so easy to do know, I just didn’t try.
“Before you do or don’t, I have something important to tell you. Something I’ve known since we were 3rd years, and I regret not telling you earlier,” he flipped back his once bright-orange hair, now toned down with shades or brown. He had grown it out a bit, giving him a more rugged look. That and the stubble framing his mouth made him look a lot older, not the young boy I once knew.
“Wh-” I started, but I was interrupted by the shreak by none other than Ginerva Molly Weasley herself. She flung herself out of her dressing room where she was getting ready, her pale dress that matched the color of the walls flailing out.
“LAVENDAR!” she screamed, “Where is my husband? We’re supposed to be starting now!” She scanned the room looking for Harry, leaving me to leap behind Ron to hide.
This is surely not what you thought it would be
I lose myself in a daydream, where I stand and say
Don't say yes, run away now, I'll meet you when you're out
Of the church at the back door, don't wait or say a single vow
“I’m here,” Harry strode into the church, looking as handsome as ever. I had to keep myself from running out to him right now.
“Where the hell were you?” her voice calmed down a bit as he made his way to her, but not by much. She was still as crabby as ever.
He grabbed her hand, lowering his voice, “You look beautiful. I’m sorry I made you wait, but there was something I had to get you. You’ll love it when you see it, I’m sure of it.”
“I better,” she snapped, as people finally started to settle down.
You need to hear me out, and they said speak now
How does he put up with her? I have dealt with annoying people in my life, but I don’t think I could put up with her with such patience like he does. It’s amazing to me that this is supposedly his big day, the day we all wait for, and he’s going through a living hell. It couldn’t be what he dreamed of, could it?
Fond gestures are exchanged, and the organ starts to play
A song that sounds like a death march
And I am hiding in the curtains
It seems that I was uninvited by your lovely bride-to-be
As Ron and Hermione take their place as Best Man and Maid-of-Honor, I take my place hiding in a curtain of the only window that the church had. The original curtains had been replaced with purple one that matched the whole theme Ginny had going on. If you haven’t noticed, I wasn’t exactly invited to the wedding, despite Harry’s requests.
After a long period of time, the organ starts playing a depressing song, something you would probably hear at a funeral. It was quite ironic, actually, because in my opinion it was the end of Harry’s life as a free man. He’d spend the rest of his time slaving away to a physcotic woman who wasn’t even pretty.
Personally, I felt like I was a better choice.
She floats down the aisle, like a pageant queen. But I know you wish it was me,
Don't say yes, run away now,I'll meet you when you're out
Of the church at the back door. Don't wait or say a single vow
You need to hear me out and they said "speak now"
My world was instantly crushed as I realized I couldn’t do this. I sunk down, making an obvious lump in the curtain. It was horrifying to think that Harry would end up with a mad woman, even if he did love her. Why didn’t he like me?
I watched Ginny strut down to meet Harry, who was nervously smoothing his black tux. I smiled. He was always fidgety around the girls he dated. Ginny, sadly, was no exception.
As he ran his finger through his jet-black hair, I noticed Ron whisper something to him. He was pointing at me, or the curtain I was hiding in, actually. I snapped my head back, breathing heavy. He told Harry! How could he? I snuck a peek out the opposite curtain side, where Hermione was glaring at Ron and Harry had the biggest smile on I have ever seen. The reason was most likely because Ginny had arrived; even though she was supposed to be happy she wore a scowl on her face. He delicately took her hand, kissing it before they started their vows. She looked bored, of course.
I hear the preacher say: "Speak now or forever hold your peace
there’s the silence, there's my last chance
I stand up with shaking hands, all eyes on me. Horrified looks from
Everyone in the room, but I'm only looking at you.
It took me a while to realize this is the part where I get ready to stand up and say something. The preacher had started saying something, which I tuned out until just a few seconds ago, where he said, “Now, before we start, does anyone object to the marriage of Harry James Potter and Ginerva Molly Weasley? Speak now or forever hold your peace!” He chuckled a bit, thinking he was waiting on nothing.
I stood up, pushing away the curtain, striding out until the middle of the aisle. “Preacher, sir, I object to the marriage of Harry James Potter and Ginerva Molly Weasley.” I took my hand, scrunching up my hair, grinning. This was it. I stared at Harry, my smile widening as I realized he had his fingers crossed and letting up a sigh of relief.
I locked eyes with Harry before starting, “Now, uh, I know this is a little awkward, so Hi, how are you all doing tonight? Anyways, I feel like Potter here isn't really as in love with Ms. Ginerva as he was in his 7th year.” I glanced at Ginny, almost laughing. She glared at me, her expression matching everyone else’s, with the exception of Ron, Harry, George, Bill, Charlie… oh, and Lupin.
“Don’t say yes, okay? I'll meet you outside. I know you love her, but not enough to marry her, am I right? And hey, they asked if anyone objected," I winked, turning around and walking out. I heard the clapping, started by Ron and continued by most of the Weasley’s, and Lupin and Tonks. By the time the door shut, they had a full on applause.
I heard Ron scream just as the heavy door was only cracked, “HE’S LIKED YOU SINCE HE MET YOU!”
“How do I repay you?” Harry said, out of breath, as he met me outside of the church. The November wind whipped, tossing around orange and crimson leaves and the scattered purple flower petals. He grinned, looking down at me to where our noses were touching.
I didn’t respond, but instead pressed my lips to his. As we parted, he got down, one knee on the muddy ground. In his hand he had only a ring, which I recognized as his mothers, the only thing Sirius took from that fateful night.
And you say: Let's run away now
I'll meet you when I'm out of my tux at the back door
Baby, I didn't say my vows
So glad you were around when they said "Speak now"
“And from the second I saw the two of them, I knew they were meant to be,” Hermione gushed as I walked around that same church in Godric’s Hollow, one I was so thankful for. I twiddled the ring on my finger. It was so simple, yet so beautiful. I couldn’t believe Ginny would turn it down. I heard the laughter from the story Hermione had finished telling, how Harry and Ginny were a terrible couple anyways.
I grinned, listening to a soft, happy tune play. I stood up, smoothed out my dress, made my entrance and floated down the aisle.
I saw Harry smiling, a few people crying, and George hooting. The rest after that? A blur.
Suddenly, I found myself saying, “I do,” and felt my lips pressed against the most wonderful, amazing man in the world.
Who loved me back.
Authors Note: Okay. So the song is called "Speak Now" by Taylor Swift. It belongs to her and not me. Oh, and most of the characters (except Britney) belong to Ms. JK Rowling. What else? OH. I know, I know, Remus and Tonks both die at the end of the last book. But hey? They're two of my favorite characters. I can't just let them go, right? Right.
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