Author's Note: The POV will be indicated at the beginning of each chapter. Certain parts of this story are not Deathly Hallows compliant.

Harry

This was only supposed to be a joke. If I had known that Ginny would have seriously considered a double wedding with Ron and Hermione, I probably would have put the Cruciotis curse on myself.

But, there I was. I was standing in Ron's old bedroom in the Weasley's Burrow, all dolled up in a brand new set of dress robes. I looked myself over in the full-length mirror. Not since the Yule Ball in fourth year had I been this dressed up.

The door opened behind me and Ron came into the room. I turned to look at him.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey," Ron said. "So, what do you think?" He spun around, modeling his new set of dress robes.

"Looking sharp."

"I should. These cost enough."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Ron and I chorused.

The door opened and Sirius came into the room.

"Hello, boys," he said.

I smiled and greeted him with a hug. "I'm glad you could come."

"Of course. I wouldn't miss this for anything." Then Sirius turned to Ron. "Do you mind if I have a word with my Godson?"

"Not at all," Ron said.

He left the room, pulling the door shut behind him. Sirius looked at me.

"You look very handsome," he said.

"Thank you," I said.

"Are you nervous about this double wedding thing?"

"Terrified."

He laughed. "That's to be expected. Sit down. I want to talk to you."

I sat down on the bed. Sirius pulled a chair over from the desk. He looked at me for a long while before he spoke.

"Are you happy?" he asked.

"What?" I asked. "What kind of question is that?"

"You seemed a little on edge at the rehearsal the other night. Like your mind was in another place."

I shifted my weight nervously and the bed creaked slightly. "I just had some things on my mind."

"Do you have any doubts?"

"Sirius…"

"Harry, I may not have known you for very long, but I can see that there is something troubling you."

I sighed deeply. I got up and went over to the window. I could see down into the garden. Rows of chairs were set up in front of a big floral archway.

"I can't marry Ginny," I said finally.

"Why not?" Sirius asked.

"Because I don't love her."

"If you don't love her, why did you propose to her?"

I turned to face my Godfather. "Everybody has been teasing and nagging me."

"And since when does Harry Potter let others tell him what to do?"

"Since Ginny began to question me as to whether I truly loved her."

"But you don't love her."

"I do. Just…not in the way that she loves me. She's more of a sister to me. True, we have gotten closer over the years, but…" My voice trailed off.

"But what, Harry? What is it?"

I looked away, fixing on a spot on the floor. "There is someone else that I love."

"Have you told this person?"

I shook my head. "And it's too late now."

Sirius nodded. I knew that he knew exactly whom it was that I was talking about. He stood and came over to me. He placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him.

"If you don't love Ginny, then don't marry her," he said.

"And have her six older brothers kick my ass for breaking her heart?" I asked.

"I've told you before, Harry. You have to listen to what's in here." He placed a hand on my chest, right over my heart. "I trust you'll make the right decision."

He turned and left the room. I sat down on the bed and put my head in my hands. A minute later, I heard the door open. I looked up and saw a woman dressed in a long white gown, complete with a veil. I couldn't see her face, because her back was to me, but I assumed it was Ginny. I remembered the belief that it was bad luck for a groom to see his bride's dress before the wedding.

"You shouldn't be in here," I said.

The woman flinched and turned to face me. It was then that I realized it wasn't Ginny.

"Oh, Hermione," I said. "Sorry. I thought you were Ginny."

Hermione gave me a small smile. "Well, you thought wrong."

I looked her over. Her gown fit her perfectly and showed off her curves.

"You look beautiful," I said.

Hermione giggled. "Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself."

I smiled at her. "Are you nervous?"

Hermione nodded. "You?"

I nodded. "Um, Hermione, there's…something that…I need to tell you."

"I'm listening," she said.

This was it. I had to tell her how I truly felt. That she was the reason I couldn't marry Ginny. That she was the one that I really loved.

Just as I was about to tell her, there was a knock on the door.

"Harry, can I come back in now?" Ron asked from the other side.

"Hang on," I called back.

Hermione disapparated. The door opened and Ron came into the room.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Hermione and I were just wishing each other good luck," I replied.

"Oh, alright then. Well, they need us downstairs now. We'll be starting soon."

I took a deep breath. "OK, let's go."

The two of us disapparated, reappearing in the garden. Mrs. Weasley came over to us and told us to get into our places for the start of the ceremony. We took our places in front of the altar and a moment later, an enchanted organ started to play.

Leading the wedding party was Dobby the house elf. When news of the wedding reached him, he appeared on my doorstep, begging to be a part of it. So it was decided that he could be the flower person.

Dobby skipped merrily down the aisle, tossing flower petals as he did. Then he climbed up onto a chair in the front row with the flower basket on his lap. He smiled at me, with a smile that went from one pointy ear to the other.

Then the rest of the wedding party started down the aisle. As a group, we had decided not to give out the titles of best man or maid of honor, in order to avoid any bickering between them. Once they reached the altar and took their respective places, the music built. Everyone stood and turned to watch the brides come down the aisle.

I watched them, too. My eyes locked on Hermione. I've never seen her look any more gorgeous than she did at that exact moment.

When they reached the altar, Ron joined hands with Hermione and I with Ginny. My heart was pounding and my stomach was fluttering. The minister opened his book and started the ceremony.

"Dearly beloved," he said. "We have joined together on this day to unite these two couples in holy matrimony. How blessed are we that that there are four people standing in front of us today. And they have come before God and their friends and family members to…"

Gasps were heard from the crowd as the minister was cut off by two voices that said, in unison, "I object."