“We are gathered here today to witness the joyous joining of Ronald Weasley and Lavender Brown,” the preacher was saying. "And now,” the preacher resumed as he turned to face Ron. “The vows may begin.”
    Hermione’s eyes stung with tears that were begging to surface. This could not be happening. “I, Ronald,” Ron began. “Take you, Hermione…”
   The guests gasped. Ron had said Hermione's name!

    “Fine!” Ron managed to stammer. “I... The wedding...”
    “Oh, I don’t want to hear anything about your disastrous wedding!” Hermione said, swaying on her seat a bit. “That’s the whole reason I came here: because I don’t want to hear it.”
     “Well, Hermione,  I really think you ought to-”
    “No!” Hermione shrieked as she tumbled out her her chair for the second time that evening.

Hermione whipped around. Four feet in front of her was her door, the one that she had slammed in Ron’s face, and now, the one that seemed to be blocking whoever it was outside from coming in. “Hermione!” the person at the doorstep bellowed again.