Golden Day

Ron and Harry turned towards the Burrow to see Hermione descending the steps. She paused at the bottom and looked around shly. Her dress was phenomenal It was a dark midnight blue gown with a sweetheart neckline that plunged and showed a good amount of cleavage with a fitted bodice When she moved it seemed like there were tiny stars that glimmered and shot across the night sky that was the skirt of her gown. Her usual frizzy and untamed hair was sleeked back and twisted into a complicated know at the top of her head with a few tendrils hanging down to frame her face.

Ron finally shaked himself out of his stupor, went up to her and took her hand."You look beautiful" was all he manged to get out with the tell tale Weasley blush creeping up his face. "Thank you, Ronald" Harry walked over to them and was about to open his mouth to speak when there was a flash of gold from the corner of his eye. Harry turned towards it, all he could do was stand there with his mouth agape.

Ginny was now coming down the staircase towards the group. She was wearing a gold dress that came across one shoulder while leaving the other shoulder bare to the fading daylight. Absently Harry thought it looked like a toga that the Roman's wore in muggle history. He then thought that he really didn't care because the dress obviously clung in all the right places. Her hair was loose and hung down to the middle of her back in ringlets. When she moved and the sun hit it right it looked as if there was fire running up and down the strands. Harry could not move. Voldemort could have apparated infront of him and he would not have budged. He was transfixed to the sight of her. How could I have willingly let her go? He thought. NO! He said to himself, it was for her own good and that was the end of it.

He did not feel his feet propell him foward. He could not stop the hand that was reaching out for her, and he did not hear himself say just above a whisper, "You are breathtaking Ginerva Molly Weasley." A violent flash of red bloomed on her cheeks and with a slight smile she looked up and said "Thanks." Only Harry saw the tear that was threatening to fall out of the corner of her eye as she brushed past them to go help Molly and Gabrielle.

Harry turned to Ron and Hermione" how is she doing?""Right fine considering the circumstances. You are just lucky I agree with you on this" replied Ron. Hermione looked pensive, like she wanted to say something but did not know how. Finally she spoke "you know I share a room with her. she is fine during the day but she cries at night when she thinks I'm asleep. She doesn't think that I hear her." Just as she was about to say more there was an eretheral bell toll that signaled that everyone should take their seats for the start of the ceremony.

The ceremony lasted about forty five minutes and was quite nice to Harry's eyes, even though he had nothing to compare it too. What had transpired between him and Ginny earlier was still weighing on his mind. The reception had begun and now everyone was eating of dancing on the transfigured broomshed. Ron and Hermione were actually dancing, this brought a smiule to Harry's face. Ginny was sitting in a chair about five down from Harry and was smiling at Ron and Hermione as well. Harry got up and walked over to her, "Would you like to dance?" Harry asked with a slight bow and his hand outstretched. Ginny grasped his hand and stood. She looked him directly in the eye "Yes, very much so, but not with you Harry." With that she gathered up her skirt fleeding towards the back of the Weasley property.




AN: Like? Dislike? Tell me what you think so far. This is my first fanfic and its unbetad. Let me know about mistakes. Naughty stuff in next chapt.