Acts of Fate

The sun was shining brightly in the sky as Ginny Potter raced from the church at Ottery St. Catchpole, Harry's hand clasped in hers. She wore an elaborate white wedding dress, with lace sleeves and a tightly fitting bodice. A tiara of daisies was set in her vibrant red hair, which was flying wildly about her face as she pulled Harry against her and kissed him hard. His glasses were pushed up his nose and into his hair, which made them both laugh.

"Ginny, I love you," said Harry as they walked down the gravel drive and to the waiting limousine.

"Don't worry, I know that already," she replied as she squeezed his hand tightly. The blue sky above their heads was filled with doves conjured by Hermione. Molly Weasley suddenly raced down towards them, her shoes clacking on the gravel.

"We must have a proper photograph of you two darlings!" she exclaimed. Ginny laughed and smiled as she leaned against a grinning Harry. He wrapped on arm around her waist and pulled her closer as the flash went off, momentarily blinding both of them.

With a radiant smile, Ginny clambered into the limousine and waited as Harry climbed in and looked with an amused smile on his face as he saw the long seats and green lighting around them. Molly, Hermione, Ron and Arthur also slid inside and sat on the dark leather, watching Ginny and Harry as they held hands and watched the countryside slipping past.

"I'm so happy for you two, I'm honoured to have been bridesmaid, Ginny," said Hermione thankfully.

"It wasn't a problem at all! You look lovely in that dress," Ginny replied.

"Yes, Harry," said Ron gruffly "Thanks for all of this, best man and all."

"I wouldn't have chosen anybody else," said Harry, and Ron could tell that he meant it. The four of them looked over at Molly and Arthur, who were looking at each other with rampant expressions on their faces. Molly had tears in her eyes as she remembered her own wedding day - a cloudy Tuesday, which had been the only day that Arthur could get off from work.

Ginny cleared her throat, and Molly and Arthur jumped.

"Sorry, love. We were reminiscing," said Molly sheepishly.

"We noticed. Harry and I would just like to thank you for everything, having the wedding so fast and as soon as I left school... It means a lot to me."

"It was nothing. You and Harry were - are in love; any fool could see that the only thing you wanted was to be together, no matter how young you are," replied Molly graciously.

"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley," added Harry.

"Don't call me that. I'm Molly to you now - you're family!"

"Thanks, Molly," said Harry again. The journey continued with small talk until they reached the reception in a small hotel.

When Ginny and Harry got out of the limousine, they walked into the dining hall and sat at the head of the table to eat and be merry with the congregation. At the end of the meal, a band started playing, and Harry swept Ginny out onto the dance floor, where they spun and moved in time to the beat of the song. Slowly, couples joined them on the floor, dancing energetically to the rising pace of the music.

At midnight, the band stopped playing to enthusiastic applause. Ginny and Harry went upstairs to their room.

As soon as they closed the door, Harry pushed himself against Ginny and kissed her hard. Ginny kissed him back fiercely as his hands found the zip of her dress and pulled it down to her lower back. His hands were cold, and Ginny moaned and they worked their way down, peeling off her dress and then her underwear.

She kissed him as he carried her to the bed and ripped off his tuxedo, throwing himself down atop her.