Harry nervously flattened his hair as he stood under the flowery altar waiting for the music to to start. His best friend Ron was standing beside him, tugging at the collar of his black dress robes, obviously the heat was bothering him. Harry flattened his hair again.
“Seriously Harry stop it! You're making me nervous and I'm not even getting married! Oh and one more thing. I know this is completely the worst time to tell you this, but if you hurt my sister i will kill you!” Ron whispered to Harry, this time tugging on the flower pinned to his robes. Harry guessed that was bothering him too.
Harry sighed and looked around the tent. Above him the altar, that he and Ginny would soon be married under, was covered in hundreds of flowers, all different colours. Purple, orange, red, yellow. blue, green, pink every colour Harry could think of and more. The golden marquee towered over their heads. Gold, silver and white ribbons wound their way like snakes, round the poles of the tent. Outside the marquee the trees had the same colour ribbons draped artistically over their branches.
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