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Title: The Little Things that Matter

Challenge: All Aboard the Love Boat

Paring: Luna Lovegood and George Weasley

Prompt: Clock

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Eleven fifty-three a.m.

Merlin time was moving slow.

George tore his gaze away from the clock, continuing to bounce his knee.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Damn it, where did he put his wand? He'd like very much to blow up that clock.

He looked at it again.

Still eleven fifty three.

George groaned, hopping to his feet, pacing. Time was moving way to slow.

There was a knock on the door and George jumped, rushing to answer it.

Ron stood there, dressed in his own black tuxedo. He grinned at George. "What's got your knickers in a twist?"

"How can you joke right now?" George hissed, walking away from the door.

Ron followed in after him, closing the door. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong is that I'm nervous off my arse at the moment," George told him, running his hands through his hair. "What's wrong is that this is a really, really big step. What's wrong is that this is a life-altering moment. What's wrong is – what's wrong is this is a huge thing and my twin isn't here."

George sat back down on Fred's old bed, putting his face in his hands. Across from him, he could hear Ron take a seat on his old bed.

"You've made it so far," Ron muttered. "I think Fred would be really very proud of you, of how far you've come with out him. I mean, the shop is doing great, you're smiling and joking again . . . you're marrying a woman who is for some reason crazy about you. The rest of us are happy for you. I'm sure Fred is too."

George stared up at his little brother, realizing for the first time how more mature he was than before. It was amazing really. He smiled at him and the younger man smiled back. "Now come on!" Ron said, jumping to his feet. "It's time."

George spun to look at the clock.

Eleven fifty-eight.

Shaking slightly, he got to his feet as well, following his Best Man down the stairs. Lee Jordan was waiting at the bottom, dressed to the nines in his suit. The boy smiled at him, his dreads pulled back away from his face. "Ready mate?"

Too nervous to speak, George nodded, following the other two out into the backyard.

There were so many people there, some he recognized, some he didn't but he tried his best to smile at all of them. Harry gave him the thumbs up and Bill, Charlie, and Percy all grinned and nodded. In the front row his mother cried, his father's arm wrapped around her as they both smiled as he took his place at the altar, Ron and Lee Jordon standing behind him.

The grandfather clock tolled in the background, startling him slightly.

Twelve o' clock on the dot.

Little Victorie came down the aisle first, tossing flowers as she went and following behind her was Teddy, looking less than happy to be stuck in his little suit but he held the pillow with the rings firm.

Next came Hermione, positively glowing in the light blue bridesmaid dresses Ginny had helped pick out. Ginny came next, grinning as if this were her wedding day.

George took a deep breath, looking down to make sure his pants were still there (since they had been gone in the dream he had last night). Glad to see he was fully clothed, he looked up again, only to have his breath catch in his throat.

Luna came down the aisle in her white gown, a blue ribbon tied around her waist, matching her bright blue eyes. The crowd murmured 'oohs' and 'ahhs' as she came closer but George barely heard them. All he could hear was the sound of his heart in his ears and all he could see was her, the woman he absolutely loved.

When Luna finally reached him, time seemed to have stopped completely. George reached forward and moved a piece of loose hair behind her ear. "You look beautiful," he muttered.

Luna blushed and George was vaguely aware of the preacher starting. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her and tell her how much he loved her and . . . well. . . .

"Do you, George Weasley –?"

"I do," George said quickly, people laughing in the small audience of people.

The preacher smiled before he looked to Luna. "I suppose the same could be said for you as well?"

"Of course," Luna replied. "I do."

"Well, then if no one has any objections . . . I know pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. George Weasley. You may kiss the bride."

Grinning, George reached forward, pulling Luna into a deep bow before placing his lips against hers. Applause sounded in his ears but he ignored it all, focusing on his beautiful new wife.

He couldn't be happier.

A/n: OMG IT'S FINISHED! I hope you guys really liked this story :D I had a lot of fun writing it. Thanks for reading and I'll see you next time!