I swear I haven't died or something. I had surgery on my arm, and I haven't been able to write a lot.

This is a Companion Piece to my story "God Rest Ye Merry Gryffindor." Hope you like it.

If you have not read "God Rest Ye Merry Gryffindor" you'll probably read this and be like "What the hell?" and not get it.

But If you have read "GRYMG" you'll probably laugh. I hope so anyway.

-Misty


"Bloody Hell." I said to myself, as I looked at my attire though my bedroom mirror.

I want to die, I want to die.

And why do I want to die you may ask?

Well it's simple really.

I Ginny Weasley (soon to be Potter) filled my mother's request and decided to wear her Wedding dress for my wedding.

I know of only three things at this point.

1. I'm going to have a bloody heat stroke from all of the lace and frill surrounding my body. And it doesn't help that I'm wearing this getup for my outdoor wedding in July.

2. I look like the Stay Puft Marshmallow man. I will not be surprised if the Muggle Ghostbuster men show up and try and shoot me with their laser guns as I'm walking down the aisle.

3. I'm in Hell.

Yes that's right I said Hell. Because it sure does feel like I'm in Hell. It's 38°C outside and I'm wearing 50 kilograms of lace.

What the hell was I thinking?

Well I'm pretty sure I wasn't thinking at all, when I agreed to this notion, since I had downed a half a bottle of Firewhiskey at the time. That's right, I'm blaming the booze.

Don't get me wrong, my mother's dress is gorgeous. But in this heat, it's more of a death trap.

It could in fact kill me.

It could!

Look at it this way, I could be walking down the stairs, trip on the frill and fall and break my neck. Or I could pass out from the heat, and as I fall, the dress could come up and suffocate me.

See?

And you were thinking I was mad.

Pffft.

Well at least my wedding won't be like Ron and Hermione's. I know for a fact that everyone is downstairs right this second and not running all over the country trying to get Harry un-passed out.

The reason I know this, is because I've had Teddy checking on Harry every five minutes for the past nine hours.

Obsessive I know. But we don't want a repeat of a latter's wedding now do we?

Didn't think so.

Anywho, if you haven't guessed by now, me and Harry didn't elope. He didn't want to. Something about me being the only daughter and not wanting to take my wedding away from my parents.

Noble git, he still never wants to go with my plans.

But I guess I can deal with it, for a few hours. To tell you the truth, I'm really excited about this, puffy dress and all. I can't wait to go down the aisle and marry Harry. I've been waiting for this ever since I was a little girl. Gosh I still can't believe this is happening. I'm actually about to walk down the aisle and become Mrs. Harry Potter.

WOW!

Has a nice ring to it do-

"Aunt Ginny?"

I stopped staring at my lace death trap and turned around for the source of the voice.

It was teddy.

"Uncle Harry says that he is in the same place he was when I reported to you five minutes ago. And he promises that he will not drink anything out of any bottles, or take anything Uncle Fred or George offer him. Nor will he laugh at any jokes. And he also says that he doesn't need a three year old babysitter."

I grinned at him.

"Good" I tell him and I ruffle his lime green hair.

"Aunt Ginny you look very pretty."

"Thanks munchkin. Pretty was what I was aiming for."

"Ginny?"

I look up again to see Hermione waiting in the door way; already in her bridesmaid's dress.

"It's time." she says.

I grinned at her too.

I turned and looked at my appearance one more time.

I really do look quite nice, but I still look like the Stay Puft Marshmallow man.

I wish Harry all the luck in the world when he tries to take this thing off of me tonight.

Sweet Merlin that's going to be funny to watch.



Fin