Ginny's POV:

Today is the day I finally get to marry the love of my life, Harry James Potter, The Chosen One, The Boy Who Lived, as I said the love of my life.

If today was not perfect, I would use a time turner to make sure it was.

Mark. My. Words.

If somebody had to come and mess up my wedding I would most certainly kill them and marry Harry with blood stains on my dress. (Sorry, Narcissa, but they tried to ruin my wedding!)

Thank goodness Hermione was here, actually, because she could kill people for me, as my maid of honor! That way, I would have no blood on my hands.

Thank goodness. I didn't want to be bloody Bloody Mary on my wedding day!

Wao, time has passed too quickly.

I swear it was the blink of an eye and then poomf!

I'm going to get married!

Draco and Hermione are being so odd today and I don't know why. I suppose Draco is being weird because he's Harry's best man, which was pretty unexpected. We all for sure thought he would choose Ron, but that didn't happen, did it?

I wish I was at Hogwarts right now.

Wait, I am!

Gosh my thoughts are so jumbled. Is getting married normally like this?

Hermione is-

"GINNY!" Hermione bursts through the doors and into the small room that serves as my bridal room.

Right here!

"'Mione!" I yip in glee and try to run to her, but my mother holds me down before I can ruin whatever she's doing.

"Sit down, Ginny!" Mother scolds, pushing me deeper into the chair.

I sigh and mutter, "Yes mother," before motioning for Hermione to come into views.

"So Ginny I-" Hermioine starts to stutter.

"Yes?" I ask, concern laced in my voice for my best friend.

"We-well you know how you wanted ev-everybody to come?" Hermione asks, turning a little red for reasons so clearly unbeknownst to me.

"Yes..." I trail off waiting for her to continue.

"Romilda and Cromac are coming too!" She blurts.

"So long as the only hundred people invited to the reception are the only ones at the reception, whatever." I groan.

"Ginny, darling, isn't Romilda that girl-" My mother twists my hair up into an elegant bun but I cut her off.

"Who tried to give Harry a love potion, yes, but trust me, she can't ruin my wedding day." I smirk at Hermione's discomfort about the situation. "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
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If somebody tried to say that Harry did not give me the wedding of my dreams, they would be so utterly wrong.

Everything was luxurious and pristine, shimmering with gold and I was only standing behind the doors to enter the wedding hall!

For the first time in my life, I felt like a true princess.

Growing up in a poor family meant I couldn't have many pretty things, especially as the only girl. Why buy a fancy dress if it was only going to be used once by a single child? There really was no point in wasting the money.

But when Harry gave his winnings to Fred and George to start the joke shop, they left Hogwarts and opened up Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, an instant hit, especially with the students.

After the joke shop opened, I would have been able to get more pretty things, but then the war happened, and once again, everything went downhill for my princessy dreams.

We won the war as I knew I would, and everybody who fought for the 'light side' received a sum of money, the role you played decided how much you got.

I got quite a lot of money, let's just say it's enough to buy my own mansion!

I would have loved to spend it, but then I went back to Hogwarts, and studying was my priority.

Thank goodness for that money, because now, I have the wedding of my dreams.

Everybody in Hogwarts was invited. My friends' families were invited, and they too brought along their own guests. Many extension charms were placed and meetings around the world were put on hold to celebrate the wedding of The Chosen One, and celebrate a memorial of the war.

I was told over a hundred thousand guests were present, but the event is being live streamed (not sure what that means even though we most likely went over it in muggle studies, but it was Hermione's idea) for the rest of the wizarding world.

According to Hermione, over two million people were expected to watch, and I immediately became extremely thankful that there would only be one hundred people or less at my reception. It would be more intimate, more private.

But the ceremony is what people really cared about, and I hoped it would be everything the press wanted and more.
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"Are you ready?" Hermione asks me, gazing at the unnecessarily decorated back of the door. It was adorned with golden ribbons, a wreath, and fairy lights.

"Born ready!" I squeak, summoning up as much of my Gryffindor courage as I can.

Astoria giggles. "Pregnant Ginny Weasley turned pregnant Ginny Potter!"

I giggle along with my friends but hush as I hear the wedding march begins to play.

I'm shoved towards the back of a line, Hermione in front of me. I see Astoria march through the doors...then Pansy...Lavender....Luna....Hermione...

"Ginny," My dad offers me his arm and I accept it, using him to make sure I don't fall or trip.

"Dad," I breathe back, taking a step forward as the doors finally open.

I am met by the sight of gold, gold, and more gold!

All of the decorations are gold and white, nearly blinding. The only non gold or white decorations are the flowers stems and leaves, which are a bright, happy green.

The thing that I love the most, however, is the man standing at the back of the room, raven hair swept perfectly to one side, green eyes shining.

At this moment, everything is perfect. I ignore the flashing of the cameras and the jealous stares I get from some of the girls in the audience. I can only and will only focus on Harry Potter, my Harry Potter. The little baby growing inside of me was proof of that.

I finally arrive at my destination, the spot in which I wed The-Boy-Who-Lived.

Everything goes by in a blur, vows and I do's were enchanted, tears continuing to be shed.

Kingsley smiles at the both of us. "Now, does anybody object to this marriage? Speak now or forever-"

"I OBJECT!" Two voices ring out and my fairytale is interrupted.

Everything happens in slow motion. People gasp and I whip around in rage, yanking off my veil and throwing my bouquet to the side, attempting to find the people who called out in the midst of blinding camera light.

Romilda Vane and Cormac McLaggen stand next to each other, glaring accusingly at Harry and I.

Things return to how they were before, and I giggle a bit. My fairy tale has a little..comedic detour, that's all.

After a minute or two, my giggles turn into full out laughter. People look between me and Cormac and Romilda, a tad confused.

I hear a snort from beside me and see Hermione failing to hold down laughter as well. She drops her bouquet and clutches her stomach, letting all her laughter out.

I really can't explain what's so funny other than the fact that it just is.

One by one, people in the audience, personal friends and fans alike, begin to laugh at Romilda and Cormac. They both blush beet red, becoming more furious and somehow

The two sit down, heads hanging from their necks, looking completely and utterly embarrassed.

"Now-can we-c-continue!?" I wheeze, turning back to Kingsley. He nods and takes a small step forward, opens up his book, gaping slightly.

Harry looks at me, extremely confused but still smiling like there was no tomorrow.

"You may kiss your-"

"Thank goodness!" He whines, grabbing my waist and turning me to the sid to avoid hitting my baby bump. He pulls me into a passionate kiss and I sigh as people clap and cheer, cameras flash, and I smile into it.

My fairytale is complete. Now, onto the sequel.