Ceremony
Everyone kept expecting him to be nervous. Ron kept looking at him anxiously, so did the other Weasley brothers. Like they half expected him to just run, or something. Ron had gone so far as to follow him to the toilet, which he found a little ridiculous. Harry wasn't nervous at all. Marrying Ginny seemed like the easiest thing he had ever had to do, and he was looking forward to it.
Standing at the altar, he swallowed. Okay, so maybe standing up in front of everyone was making him a touch nervous. That all disappeared when the music started though. His eyes raised automatically, and he felt his jaw drop open a little at the sight of her. Ginny was stunning, and once again, he had the thought that he didn't deserve her.
He wanted to go meet her. Harry took one step, and held his hand out to her, his eyes never leaving her face. She looked amazing, and he knew he probably looked like an idiot, just staring at her. He heard Arthur chuckle as he handed Ginny's hand to him, and he ducked his head, "you look beautiful."