A/N: For all of those who have
forgotten… J literally stands for ‘je taime,’ which is French for ‘I
love you.’ Those of you who wish to challenge me on this, I got the information
directly from my French teacher. He has been calling her this since as long as
he’s been in love with her. Hermione, as we all know, went to France the summer
before third year and obviously taught her best friends some French. Anyway…
Missing Scene 2
“Where’s my dad?”
Hermione raced through the crowd of people, moving
people out of her way and yelling for Ginny’s father. She found Arthur Weasley
talking to Fred, George, and Charlie. They were all fixing their dress robes
when Hermione came crashing through.
“Arthur! The ceremony beings in ten minutes! Ginny
needs you!” she yelled.
“Oh!” he exclaimed, turning from his sons. He took
Hermione’s arm and allowed her to lead him through the large crowd of people.
The crowd was making their way to their seats in the front of the yard.
Ginny was pacing back and forth in the tent that had
been set up for her. She stared into the mirror, hopeless. Even though she knew
she looked great and that Harry would think she looked beautiful, she felt
completely awful. Everything was so chaotic. Too many things had gone wrong. It
only seemed fitting that her father would go missing.
Hermione dragged Arthur into the tent and shoved him
at Ginny. She then spun on her heel and ran at top speed to a bathroom.
Ginny threw her arms around her father. “Thank
goodness! I thought you’d disappeared!”
“Darling, where would I go? Are you all right?”
“No! So many things are going wrong! I can’t believe
“Ginny,” her father whispered, sitting her down.
“You are going to completely worry yourself sick before the ceremony! Now, I
want you to focus on what is going to happen, not what already has.”
“Sh!” he said, taking her hands. “Ginny, everything
that happened has already happened. You can’t go back and change it. What you
have to do is think about now. What’s going to happen in five minutes?”
Ginny relaxed, a shadow of a smile finally daring to
venture across her face. “I’m marrying Harry.”
“Perfect. Do you love him?”
“Do you want to marry him?”
“More than anything.”
“Then, young lady, you’re ready.”
They both stood up and walked out of the tent,
toward the front of the yard, where the ceremony was being held.
Harry and the groomsmen (all of Ginny’s brothers)
were at the very front. Harry fidgeted nervously from foot to foot. He looked
up at his Best Man. Ron patted him on the shoulder comfortingly. Sirius was
sitting in the front, smiling encouragingly.
Hermione turned around and kissed Ginny on the
cheek. “You love him. That’s all that matters.” She fixed the last few strands
of hair hanging on Ginny’s face and turned to walk down the aisle.
Most of Ginny’s cousins were bridesmaids, as well as
a few of her friends from Hogwarts. There were seven girls lined up, and then,
the music began.
She sucked in her breath and took her father’s arm.
“There’s nothing to be scared about. It’s Harry.”
But this did not comfort Ginny in the slightest.
When she saw Harry at the front of the aisle, it wasn’t Harry at all. It was a
knight in shining armor, someone she couldn’t believe she had fallen in love
with… a man who, above all else, was a hero. Her hero.
How was she supposed to be good enough for such a
Harry watched Ginny walk down the aisle toward him.
He was immediately choked up. She looked absolutely beautiful, completely and utterly
ethereal. How was he supposed to compare to such a woman? He had fallen in love
with her so many years before that he was wholly stunned when he realized he
loved her even more than he did so long ago.
Ginny looked up to see tears in Harry’s eyes. He was
staring at her in that way… that way that she never found tiresome. It was
still as scintillating to her at the age of twenty-one as it had when she was
Harry felt like he was swimming in a sea of love and
emotion. He couldn’t hear any of the ceremony. All he could do was feel Ginny
next to him, her love enfolding him in layers and layers of warmth and
Before the rings could be exchanged, the vows were
to be read. Ginny and Harry had mutually decided that they were going to write
their own vows to each other. Ginny had since memorized hers, and stared
directly into Harry’s bright green eyes as she delivered them.
“Harry James Potter,” she sighed, almost breathless
with sentiment. “It wasn’t when you were famous for conquering the Dark Lord
that I truly fell in love with you. It was only when I noticed that there was
someone in this world possibly as heroic as my father.” She paused to look at
her father and smile. “It was when I finally knew you, Harry, not Harry Potter,
that I started to figure out what I was headed for. Even though you wrote me
the rhymes that made me realize you were in love with me, I think my favorite
will always be the one I wrote you. His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled
toad. His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he’s really
divine, the hero who conquered the Dark Lord. Harry, you are mine,
and I’d never give you up for the world.”
Harry wanted to lean over and kiss her, sweep her up
in his arms, and take her away. He restrained himself, wiping away his tears
and straightening himself to begin his vows.
“I’ve tried to figure out for so long how I never
fell in love with you before. It’s a question that takes too long to ponder, so
I decided to narrow down the list of reasons as to why I love you… But
then I realized that that was too long as well. There was nothing to narrow
down. Now, I’m going to tell you something I think you should know.
“J stands for the joy you give me every day just to
know you and be in your presence. J is the symbol of strength I get from you
when I know you’re near me. J stands for everything you mean to me, everything
you are. I have known you for so long and it seems I have not loved you nearly
long enough. I want you in every way, every day, for the rest of my life. J
stands for the simple words, ‘I love you,’ that aren’t that simple after all. J
is the heart that lives inside of you, Virginia Weasley, the one I intend to
Ginny didn’t know how she was going to be able to
stand up there after what Harry had just told her. All she wanted to do at that
moment was throw herself into his arms and sob. However, she put the Weasley
stubbornness into play and swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat.
Her eyes were blurred and her hearing had completely
left her as her ring was slipped onto her finger. All she was aware of was the
fact that Harry was touching her hand. Even after all those years, his touch on
her skin gave her shivers.
Harry looked into the big brown eyes he loved to
call his own. They were going to become his forever…
“And now I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss
Harry stared at Ginny’s full, pink lips and dove in
to devour them. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. He was
completely unaware of where they were. All he knew was that Ginny Weasley was
in his arms and it felt so wonderful and so natural that he lost all sense.
then the clapping began. He pulled away from her and blinked a couple of times.
He saw from the look in her eyes that he wasn’t the only one who had forgotten
where he was. It was then he realized… she was no longer his Ginny Weasley. She
was his Ginny Potter.