Twinkling fairy style lights adorned the room; crystals that shone like stars bathed the room in a soft glow. Hundreds of people, smartly dressed, littered the beautifully decorated hall, where people cheerfully chatted with each other as they met new faces and got reacquainted with old ones. The occasion? The wedding of two people, two people who belonged together.

“May I introduce to you, for the first time, Mr and Mrs Ronald Weasley!”

Alongside a deafening applause came a shower of glitter and confetti over the couple; both dressed in their traditional outfits, hand in hand. As their eyes swept across the room, their gaze fell on a table which held those closest to them; their close family and best friends. As Ron caught the eye of his dark haired best friend, he winked briefly at him and then looked back to the woman on his arm, who followed suit just mere moments after. Then ensued a kiss which begun a thunder of wolf whistling and cheers.

“I love you,” Hermione whispered to her new husband as they rested their foreheads together. Ron wrapped an arm round her waist.

 

 “Speech! Speech!”

Begun by none other than the Weasley twins, and soon joined by the rest of the crowd, the sounds of clinking glass echoed through the room.

“Come on, Harry, start it off mate!” Fred called out to him across the table, grinning ear to ear. The said persons face was practically glowing as all eyes fell on him. Next to him, Ron nodded reassuringly to him. Reluctantly, Harry got to his feet.

“Well, erm,” Harry begun, feeling his face heat up even more as he stumbled on words. “I’m... the best man... and it’s probably proper to say a few words today.”

Harry had tried to write some sort of speech but when he did, it always felt too forced; fake. In the end, after consulting Hermione on his problem, she advised him just to say what he felt in the moment. Harry had a vague idea what he wanted to say, he had spent many hours pondering over what, out of the thousand memories they had shared, would be appropriate. Clearing his throat, he began.

“We all know what Ron and Hermione are like.... they always bicker, they always fight, but they’ve always made up. Ever since I’ve known them, that’s how they’ve been and I don’t think that’ll ever change.”

Harry paused for a moment to take a drink and gather his thoughts.

“I’ve known for ages that you two were meant to be together....  probably even before they admitted it themselves... well, Ron, anyway. I mean, it took until our fourth year for Ron to even realise she was a girl!”

A small outbreak of laughter rippled through the crowd, and Harry relaxed a little.

“There’s always been this thing with them... even when we were first years, there was always something more between them, something more than just friends, and I am glad that they both realised it and acted upon it, because I have never seen them as happy as they are together. I am honoured and proud to be here today, at their wedding, as Ron’s best man. I wish you all the best for the future. You deserve it.”

Harry raised his glass and tipped it in the direction of his two best friends, bowing his head a little in the process. Hermione had tears in her eyes, and Ron wrapped an arm around her. On the other side of him, he heard Ginny say, “That’s lovely, Harry.” Harry smiled, and then leaned towards Ron.

“Your turn, mate,” Harry whispered, grinning. At this, Ron turned slightly pale; but got to his feet nonetheless, after a little encouragement from Hermione.

“Well, I’m not very good at this sorta thing....” Ron begun, his voice displaying his nervousness. “I usually leave Hermione to do all of the talking. But...er... couldn’t manage to persuade her this time.”

Harry grinned up at his best friend. Unlike Harry, Ron had carefully prepared his own speech, Ron had taken it upon himself to lock himself in his office for hours on end. He later asked for Harry’s advice on some things, and he had only been too happy to oblige. He was the best man after all.

“I’m not going to lie to you Hermione,” Ron begun, gazing down into his new wife’s eyes. Harry noticed a definite shift in his confidence as he locked eyes with Hermione; he almost seemed to forget the audience was there. “I can’t stand here and say ‘ever since I first set eyes on you, I loved you.’ because it’s not true. When I first met you, I thought you were an annoying know-it-all who looked her nose down at people like me. I was insensitive and rude, and it took a twelve-foot mountain troll to knock some sense into me. I think I owe that troll quite a bit, because without it, I dunno whether I would have been able to see past my original impression. If we had never become friends after that, and if we never did, I wouldn’t be the person I am today- and if I had managed to survive all these years without you, I definitely wouldn’t be even a fraction as happy as I am now. What I’m trying to say is, I want to thank you for always being there, for putting up with me, for teaching me so much; and most of all, for loving me and letting me love you, and for agreeing to marry me today. I love you, and I always will.”

Hermione was now in tears, and with his last few words, Hermione stood up and pulled Ron into a kiss and Harry chuckled at the couple. As harry expected them both to sit down, he was surprised when Hermione suddenly cleared her throat.

“I just want to thank everyone for coming today, and sharing this day with us. I also just wanna say a thanks to our dear friend Holly, who without her, this say wouldn’t be possible,” Hermione said, her voice distinctly softer than Ron’s, but it appeared to reach everyone in the hall. On the other side of Ginny, Holly turned beetroot red and slouched down in her seat, as if she was trying to hide herself, but smiling nonetheless. A minute later, Ron sat down, certainly looking relieved; Harry couldn’t help but inwardly smile. Ron thought he was now off the hook for all the classic groom embarrassment, but he was wrong.

It was a little while before menus started to arrive at the tables, along with the instructions on how to order the food. The idea behind the method came from the Yule Ball; if Harry remembered correctly. The instructions told them that they were to tap on the specific meal with your wand- and shortly afterwards, the chosen meal would appear on the persons plate. Hermione had performed the charm herself after seeing the “outrageous price they were charging for something which was quite simple to do yourself!”

“What are you having, Harry?” Ron asked, his eyes sweeping over the menu.

“I’m thinking of maybe having a steak,” Harry said after a moment.

“What? That’s what I’m having! I’ve ordered it and everything!” Ron exclaimed. After a moment, he added, “you better not be using Legilimency on me!”

“Ah come off it, you know I’m completely rubbish at it,” Harry replied, waving his hand.

“Yeah yeah, that’s what they all say,” Ron said. “Better not be hearing that you’re going to try and steal my wife as well as my order.”

 

“They look happy, don’t they?” Ginny remarked, breaking a silence that had fallen over them for pretty much the whole day. Although they had exchanged short words, no full conversation had transpired between the two since before the whole ceremony and party had begun.

“Yeah, they do,” Harry replied after a moment. He glanced over at Holly, who was watching the couple with a smile on her face. His stomach clenched for a second as he thought that if she hadn’t come into her lives, today truly wouldn’t be happening because his first ever friend would have died.

“I wonder if we’ll ever have this,” Ginny said quietly. “Y’know, married and all that.”

Harry turned his head sharply towards Ginny at that, and Ginny, realising what she was implying, suddenly begun squirming in her seat.

“What I mean is...er.... if we’d ever find the right person... separately... not... I don’t mean us getting married!”

In spite of the awkwardness of the turn of the conversation, Harry couldn’t help but think fleetingly of how cute she looked as she stuttered; her cheeks flushed slightly pink. Harry coughed uncomfortably, something sinking in his stomach.

“Yeah. Of course. Obviously,” Harry said after a moment. Of course not. Harry chanced a quick glance at Ginny, and immediately turned away when he turned to find himself staring into her chocolate pools. Somehow, he was sure she was doing the same thing. In an attempt to take his mind off Ginny, he searched for Ron and Hermione and it took a moment for it to register that they were now dancing. He hadn’t even noticed that the music had begun. A spotlight was enveloping the couple, and the long traditional wedding dress passed down to Hermione from her late grandmother starkly contrasted with Ron’s neat, black dress robes that resembled his own. But it worked. Hermione looked beautiful in the lacy gown, the long train sweeping around her as they rotated around the dance floor. Beside him, Ginny sighed.

“I never thought that my thick-headed brother would be one of the first of us to get married.”

“Is that so?”Harry replied. Ginny nodded her head and slumped back in her chair, carelessly pushing up the strap of her dark blue bridesmaid dress in the process.

“I always used to say to him when we were kids that he would never get married,” Ginny said absently. “That he was way too annoying for any girl to want to marry him.”

Harry laughed.

“At least now I’ve got a lovely sister in law out of all these frills,” Ginny continued, gesturing around the room. “That’s a plus, I guess.”

“So you won’t be going for the full works, frilly dresses and flowers everywhere when you get married then?” Harry teased her, already knowing the answer. Ginny shook her head fiercely.

“Let me be there when you tell your mum please?” Harry continued, grinning. “I know she’ll want her baby girl to have a big princess wedding!”

A look of horror washed over Ginny’s face.

“Well, I’ll just have to cross that when I come to it,” Ginny said resolutely after a moment, crossing her hands over her chest.

“If you say so,” Harry said, picking up his drink, sighing and taking a swig of it. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Ginny. A few minutes passed before he nudged her gently with his arm.

“You’re rather glum, whats up?” Harry asked, lowering his voice a little. She had been uncharacteristically quiet all day.

“Well, you’re hardly a ray of sunshine yourself,” Ginny replied bitingly. After a moment, she added, “Sorry.”

“You’re right, I dunno its just... hang on, I asked you a question!”

Ginny smiled weakly and cast her eyes to the dance floor. Other couples had now joined Ron and Hermione, like glowing silhouettes.

“Its just.... this wedding reminds me that while everyone else seems to have someone else in their life, I’m still stuck on my own,” Ginny admitted, indicating to the dance floor. “I don’t even have a date.”

“Well, that makes two of us, Gin,” Harry replied. “And we made a pact, remember?”

Shortly after Ron and Hermione had announced their engagement, the two of them had decided to make a pact- that if neither of them got dates for the wedding that they would go together. Not surprisingly, almost eight months later the wedding came and the two of them were sticking together for the night.

“But you’re Harry Potter,” Ginny replied rather dolefully. “And I’m just, well, me.”

“I don’t think being you would be so bad,” Harry said, smiling at her and nudging her shoulder playfully. Ginny leaned her head on Harry shoulder.

“Just ignore me, I’m just all funny because it’s my big brother’s wedding, and well...” Ginny trailed off.

“Don’t worry about it,” Harry told her.

“Thanks.”

For a few minutes, the two just stayed where they were, and watched the couples dancing.

“Aren’t they cute,” Holly suddenly remarked from beside him, bursting him out of the little bubble that contained the two of them. Ginny sat up. “Well I’m gonna get another drink, and have a hunt for someone who isn’t in such a nostalgic mood.”

Holly grinned and then winked at them before whisking off through the cluster of dancers. She was wearing an identical dress to Ginny.

“I think we have just been snubbed,” Ginny said after a moment. Harry laughed.

“All well... I’m enjoying myself with you,” Harry replied.

“Well me-Oh look Viktor Krum did turn up in the end!”

Harry glanced in the direction Ginny was staring in, recognising the haughty features.

“I bet Hermione’s happy about that,” Harry said.

“I bet Ron’s not. It seems big of him to let him come, I mean, even now he seems rather... what’s the word? Bitter about him,” Ginny said.  

“Well, I don’t think Ron had much of a choice really in the matter,” Harry said. “Besides, if I know Ron, he probably will want to use this as a chance to gloat.”

Suddenly, the song playing changed into a noticeably more upbeat tune.

“Oh I love this song,” Ginny said, tapping her foot in time to the music.

“Cool,” Harry replied absently as he begun to try and sought out familiar faces in the crowd. Beside him, Ginny went quiet again. Her leg begun to jiggle more and more to the music and she started to tap the table with her fingernails.

“Got ants in your pants?” Harry joked. But his smiled faltered from the look on Ginny’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“Well, I was hoping that you, although I should have realised that you would need anvil sized hints for you to knock you out, would at some point ask for a dance,” Ginny said, looking at him expectantly. Harry raised his hands.

“Wait noooo way... I don’t dance,” Harry said quickly. Ginny straightened her posture.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she scoffed. “Its a wedding, isn’t it? That’s what these events are for! Dancing and drinking.”

“I think I’d rather just stick to the latter,” Harry muttered under his breath. “I thought today was about Ron and Hermione ‘binding their love together forever’ and stuff.” Harry used his fingers to demonstrate air quotes around the phrase that seemed to become Hermione’s personal catchphrase for the wedding. Ginny rolled her eyes.

“So you’re not going to dance with me at all then?” Ginny said with clipped tones. “What about our pact?”

“What about it?” Harry replied. “I can’t remember the part of the pact that said we were forced to dance.”

Ginny abruptly stood up.

“Fine,” she said, slamming her glass back on the table. “I’m gonna find someone who will dance with me then, you miserable old git.”

 

 Elsewhere, the hosts of the party had finally been able to catch a moment alone since the dancing begun; amidst the well-wishers, the many congratulations and the constant interruptions as people cut in to dance with the bride. All of the Weasley brothers, along with Hermione’s father, Ron’s father, their cousins and friends had all danced with her, and she had already confided in Ron that her feet with beginning to ache in her high, unpractical shoes. Ron immediately begun to tease her.

“You still haven’t danced with-”

“-Oh no more... please,” Hermione said wearily, leaning into Ron’s embrace as they sat together on two abandoned chairs near the dance floor.

“I swear, the twins took you away even longer just to wind me up,” Ron said, eying his twin brothers suspiciously.

“Nothing could ruin our day though,” Hermione said. “It’s been perfect.”

“Yeah it has,” Ron said giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Unless of course, you suddenly decide this has all been a big mistake and you make a run for it through the bathroom window.”

“Oh don’t be silly,” Hermione said. “I’d Apparate of course. Wouldn’t want to ruin my dress!”

“Oi you,” Ron replied tweaking her nose and laughing as Hermione stuck her tongue out at him playfully. For a moment they left a comfortable silence between them as they looked around at their guests.

“You are enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” Ron asked. Hermione looked at him quizzically.

“Of course I am,” Hermione replied. “Why, don’t you think I am? Aren’t you?”

“No,” Ron immediately replied, then at the confused expression on her face, he hurriedly continued. “No-I, that’s not what I meant. Oh bloody hell.”

Ron ran a hand through his hair. Hermione grabbed it and interlocked their fingers, waiting patiently for him to continue.

“What I mean is,” he begun more carefully, “is... after all your planning, after everything, am I-is it everything you wanted it to be?”

Ron tried to continue on with his sentence ignoring the little slip up, but failed miserably and he looked down at the floor, loosening his grip from Hermione’s hand. His ears were tinged pink.  Hermione detangled her hand from Ron’s and threw her arms around her new husbands neck, pulling him into a passionate embrace. As they broke apart, Hermione whispered.

“All of this, its just extra details,” Hermione whispered fiercely in his ear. “It’s only you that really matters. And today has been perfect. Nothing could change that, Ronald.”

A silence ensued for a moment.

“Not even when the best man almost dropped the rings?” Ron said jokingly, earning himself a poke in the ribs and a giggle.

“Not even that,” Hermione said playfully. “It’s our day. Come on, lets enjoy it.”

She leapt to her feet and dragged Ron to his feet in the process. As he pulled her close, he couldn’t help but remark,

“I thought your feet hurt.”

A sharp tap in his shin reminded Ron who he was dancing with.

“Well, I’m sure I can stand dancing a little while longer with my wonderful husband,” she said back, fluttering her eyelashes and smiling.

 

“Are you always so moody at such joyful events?”

“Shut up.”

“Ooh, touchy.”

An agonisingly long time after Ginny had left Harry alone, Holly reappeared and had plopped herself down on the seat next to Harry.

“I don’t get why Ginny is out there, socialising and having a laugh and you’re just sitting here looking sulky,” Holly said. Almost unconsciously, Harry began to search for Ginny. He soon did, and with a dull thud in his stomach, saw her dancing with a fair haired man Harry didn’t recognise. Holly followed his line of gaze and sighed heavily; muttering something under her breath he couldn’t hear.

“Have you talked to Ron or Hermione?” Harry asked.

“A little bit,” Holly said. “Well, Ron mostly. Hermione was too busy dancing.”

“Who with?”

“One of the twins, when I was talking to him at least. Ron didn’t look too pleased.”

Harry smiled.

“So are you gonna dance at some point then?”

 “Don’t you start.”

“I’ll take that as a no then. I don’t blame you really; I’ve never really been a fan of dancing. Got two left feet, I have, when it comes to dancing. I’m fine flying, or duelling, but trying to move to a beat? Nah.”

“I thought you liked it,” Harry said, frowning. “I saw you dancing.”

Holly shrugged.

“Its something to do, I guess. And it means you get to have a chat to someone. There’s usually at least one person as well who’s as bad; or worse than me,” Holly said thoughtfully. Yeah me, Harry thought. Holly stood up.

“So are you gonna come and dance, or what?” Holly said, extending her hand. “We can both be fools.”

Harry hesitated.

“Look, you can either come nicely, or I’ll just have to drag you,” Holly said, a grin on her face that promised that she wasn’t joking.  After a moment, Harry dragged himself to his feet. Perhaps the drink was starting to affect him; he was definitely starting to feel a little funny. Holly’s grin widened and she grabbed his arm and begun to drag him towards the dance floor. Suddenly, it wasn’t feeling like such a good idea anymore. He tried to stop, but Holly’s grip just tightened and she continued to pull him along, and kept on pulling him through the crowd of people. His bad feeling got worse. Abruptly, Holly stopped and Harry, lost in thought, kept on going and crashed right into her. Much to his surprise, she didn’t react.

“Well then, I think I’m going to just visit the ladies room,” Holly said, sounding rather pleased with herself. “Play nice. You better not try and sit down again while I’m gone, Potter.”

Before Harry could open his mouth and ask for an explanation, Holly was gone. But the person standing in front of him answered all his questions, and he silently cursed the time travelling witch. Dressed in her dark blue bridesmaid outfit, her hair beautifully curled and her brown eyes sparkling with confusion, was Ginny Weasley.

“I thought you didn’t dance.”

“I don’t.”

“Then why-”

“Holly dragged me here. Literally.” Harry hesitated for a moment at the slightly hurt look on the redheads face. “And well, she kinda convinced me it was a good idea.”

“What, you took one look at me and went off the idea?” Ginny said, a grimace-like smile indicating to him that she was only half joking.

“No,” Harry said quickly. “I took one look at the dance floor and decided it was a bad idea. But by then, Holly had me and I had no chance.”

Ginny laughed dryly.

“So are you gonna sit back down now then?” Ginny asked.

“No,” Harry said after a moment. “It doesn’t feel like such a bad idea anymore.”

“Yeah?” Ginny said, giving him a lopsided smile. “So do you wanna.....?”

“Huh?”

“Dance, silly,” Ginny said, rolling her eyes.

“Er....”

“This is a dance floor you know,” Ginny said teasingly. “That’s what you’re meant to do.”

“Erm...”

Harry licked his lips.

“Sure.”

Ginny smiled at him and extended her arm.

“Merlin Harry, you don’t have to look quite so scared,” Ginny told him. “It’s only dancing, it’s not gonna kill you.”

At Ginny’s trusting eyes and warm smile, Harry allowed himself to relax a little, letting Ginny teach him a little how to dance. After a while, he almost felt like he was enjoying himself. He even slipped away to steal a dance (and chat) with the bride. Time flew by a lot faster as he mingled with the crowd, staying quite close to Ginny, but also talking to different people. He even got a few free drinks out of it. At one point, Holly had joined them and attempted to do what she called ‘salsa,’ but what Harry would have called it a mess and a tangle of limbs. When Harry had told that to her, she had just shrugged and remarked that she had “seen it somewhere and had always wanted to give it a shot.”

At this, and the slight sway in her movements, Harry seized her glass.

“Hey!” Holly objected, trying to snatch her drink back. Harry sniffed it, and then pulled his wand out and tapped it. It glowed with a slightly bluish tint.

“You know this has alcohol in it, don’t you?” Harry said, raising an eyebrow.

“I think you’ll find it doesn’t! It’s from that punch over there, you know, the non-alcoholic one?”

“I think you’ll find it does,” Harry replied, resisting the strange urge to add “young lady” at her rather sullen tone. “Which explains.... never mind.”

Holly frowned and then her look darkened.

“If I find out who did that, I’ll-“

Holly stopped, as if hit by a sudden revelation.

“Oh, they are so dead.”

With this, Holly stormed off.

“So do you think it was the twins?” Harry asked Ginny has he felt her rest a hand on his shoulder.

“Of course, it’s right up their street,” she replied, laughing.

“I don’t think she drunk much of it, or she probably would have noticed herself,” Harry noted, keeping an eye on Holly as she stormed off, making sure she didn’t trip over or do herself an injury somehow. As she disappeared from his sight, he turned back to Ginny.

“Would you be so kind as to escort me in this next dance, Mr Potter?” Ginny said smoothly, a grin quirking on her lips.

“I would be delighted Miss Weasley,” Harry replied in an equally posh tone and Ginny giggled, extending her hand out for Harry to take. Harry pulled Ginny to him, but unfortunately he misjudged the distance and the lack of resistance between them and pulled her closer than he meant to. Their bodies bumped together and Harry swallowed. Ginny tilted her head back a little to look at him, but she made no effort to move away from him.

“Well well, Mr Potter,” Ginny said, her voice low. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

Harry just smiled weakly.

“You know me,” he half-joked. “I’m just full of surprises.”

What possessed him to say that?

“I do know you,” Ginny replied, smiling softly. They continued to slowly dance in silence- with most of Harry’s attention on his feet to stop himself tripping, at the same time trying to stop the intoxicating flowery scent which was undeniably Ginny, from distracting him.

“This is nice,” Harry said unthinkingly. Ginny smiled.

“See? I told you dancing was good,” Ginny said teasingly. Harry shrugged. Its not the dancing which is nice, Harry thought. It’s you. It’s because I’m dancing with you.

Then Ginny surprised him by resting her head on his chest as they continued to dance. Harry was immediately bombarded with her flowery scent. He felt dizzy. All too soon, the slight pressure on his chest ceased.

“I like dancing with you Harry,” Ginny admitted. “With other people, it usually feels, I dunno, kinda... “

Ginny paused, a slight frown decorating her features as she attempted to find the appropriate word.

“Awkward?” Harry offered. Ginny’s eyes lit up.

“Yes! Exactly!”

They fell into silence again, and Harry took a moment just to look at her. She was looking stunning; more so than usual. Her fiery hair glittered in the lights; her brown eyes were shining with a mischievous glint, warmth spilling out of them. One thing that his eyes were drawn to was thin, barely noticeable scar just below the left side of her jaw- a token of a childhood play with her brothers. In that light, it seemed slightly more prominent than normal. He still remembered when she told him the story of her scar on one of those lazy days in his sixth year. He remembered leaving a trail of kisses along the jaw line, he remembered her laughing, telling him to stop. He remembered her wrapping her small hands round him. As he drew his eyes away from her jaw line, something seemed to change. He caught Ginny’s eye again, but something was different. Something felt different. In her eyes, he was certain he could see a want; a want he was sure was reflected in his own eyes. His eyes were frozen with Ginny’s; he could feel her pressed up him, soft curves against his own squarer frame. A slight tremble ran through her small body. One of Harry’s hands was gently resting on her waist, and without really knowing why, not really thinking of what would happen afterwards, he gently slid his hand down to her hip. He was no longer conscious of the slowly rotating movements the two were doing as Ginny moved inches closer to him, their breath mingling, and their bodies pressed even closer together. He felt like he was melting in her eyes, unblinkingly staring into his own.

Perhaps it was the Firewhiskey that was seeping into his system which made him do what he was doing, but he found himself beginning to lean closer to her. Ever so slowly, ever so gently, he pressed their lips together. As everything seemed to melt away at the sheer pleasure of something he had dreamed of for so long, something clicked and he pulled away quickly.

“I’m sor-”

Harry’s apology was cut short as Ginny threw her arms around Harry and kissed him. Their lips crashed together, years of longing fuelling a passion that was bursting into flame as they kissed. Time seemed to stop; the music muted, all Harry could feel was Ginny, pulled close to him, his hands finding their way to her soft hair.

All too quickly, they broke apart. Everything felt surreal- something that he had dreamt about for years- never thought would come true, had actually happened. Was he dreaming? It sure felt like he was.

“You seem to like kissing me in front of a large audience, don’t you?” Ginny whispered teasingly after what felt to be age. Harry grinned giddily at her.

“Well, you kissed me back,” Harry replied back, swooping in close to whisper in her ear. Ginny laughed.

“True.”

“Does that mean...” Harry began after a moment, swallowing nervously. “That you still like me.... like that?”

“I never stopped Harry.”

Those words were magical to his ears, and he couldn’t resist kissing her again, his hands tangling in her hair once again, a familiar fashion he employed all those years ago, in those heavenly weeks in his sixth year. He had wanted to do this for so long... why hadn’t he done it before? It was only when they broke apart again, both flushed, that he became conscious that people had crowded around them. Feeling a strong sense of déjà vu, he searched out his two best friends. Hermione was beaming, one hand linked firmly with that of Ron’s. Ron had an eyebrow raised in what looked to be amusement, a grin on his face. Harry returned his eyes to Ginny and then swept her into another kiss. Minutes could have been days, he couldn’t care less; as in that moment, with Ginny in his arms, everything was perfect.