Title: Speak Now
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Ginny Weasley
Warnings: None, other than a little angst
Summary: "Speak now or forever hold your peace," The last chance for protest, and a moment that makes everyone's heart race. What happens when Neville has to watch the woman he loves walk down the aisle to marry someone else?
Author's Notes: Inspired by a prompt at the HARRY POTTER NON-CANON SHIPS COMMENT FICATHON. The prompt spoke to me and here we are, a raw and unbeta'd fic. I hope you all like it, please comment with concrit and/or praise!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does, and I'm not making any money of this.
The aisle was covered in flower petals and the end of each row was draped in satin and bows. The church was the picture of a perfect wedding. Neville had been there for nearly 2 hours, sitting around with Harry and the other groomsmen, pretending to be excited.
In the chaos and excitement of the wedding, no one had bothered to notice that Neville's smile was any less real than normal. He stood next to Ron as the wedding march began to play. Glancing at Harry, his smile wider than a third-year at Honeydukes, Neville looked at the doors of the church anticipating their opening.
Ginny walked through the doors, and Neville's eyes widened, taking in her beauty. His heart dropped at the sight of her radiant smile, but lifted when her eyes flitted from Harry to himself. He smiled at her, hoping it looked reassuring, rather than uncertain and hopeful. Ginny reached the altar, turned, and smiled at the preacher, nervousness shining in her eyes.
Neville stared at Ginny, tuning out the ceremony to lose himself in her eyes. Suddenly his eyes snapped back to the preacher as he heard the words that were his undoing.
“Speak now or forever hold your peace” in pieces, Neville thought ruefully. This was his chance, his last chance to let the girl of his dreams know what he thought of her. The obligatory silence seemed to stretch on forever, and he couldn't help himself.
“No!” He heard the word a second before he realized it had come out of his mouth. Harry and Ron pivoted in their spots, staring at him incredulously, and he could feel his face begin to heat up. He shot Harry an apologetic look and turned to Ginny, wincing at the tears brimming in her eyes.
“I-I-I'm sorry, but I c-c-can't let you marry him without t-telling you.” Neville took a deep breath before he continued.
“Ginny, I love you. I've loved you since you danced with me at the Yule Ball, I was just too afraid to tell you. Watching you walk down that aisle almost killed me, and I had to tell you, you needed to know.” He heard Harry suck in a big breath and Neville turned to him, sporting a second apologetic look.
“I'm s-sorry Harry, I really am. But-”
“Neville, don't. You don't have to apologize for your feelings. Could you have told us before our wedding day? Yes, but that is beside the point now.” Harry faced the pews and addressed the rest of the church.
“Obviously we need to take a day or two to work this through, please feel free to enjoy the reception, we will let you all know what we have decided in a few days. Thank you all for coming.”
People began to leave, whispering to each other, some stopping to glance back at the Alter. Harry, Neville and Ginny quietly slipped into a room in the back, the two men on either side of the woman, both wishing they could dry her tears.