Ronald Weasley was as pale as a ghost. Correction, he was paler. If you compared his white skin to Nearly Headless Nick, Nick would look like a beach volleyball player who spent all day in the sun.

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Lavender Brown was absolutely the last person he desired to see at that moment, or any moment for that matter. He would rather face Voldemort once again than deal with her.

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Ron gasped. Lavender's mouth dropped open.

'Oh Merlin!' Hermione thought, 'What have I gotten myself into?!'

"Ron?" the voice questioned.

Ron's eyes widened and he gasped.

"There something you need to know," George said slowly.

Mrs. Weasley fumbled to the edge of a sofa and stared at them, anticipating what would come next. What was coming was not not something she'd ever anticipated hearing. Ever.

"Now," he said, leaning across the table towards her, "Let's talk about those rules." he smirked.

She gulped.


 
 
 

Hermione felt her heart break even more.

That was probably the worst thing he could have said about her.


 

They were waiting for the waitress when Hermione saw something that made her stomach drop.

She sunk down in her seat like a small child, praying she wouldn't be seen.
 

"Ron," Harry began, slowly, "I know this isn't what you planned,"

"It's nothing like what I planned!"
 

"Hermione, I don't know how to tell you this..."

"I can take it, Harry. Please, just tell me," She knew what was coming.
 

"Gin," Harry sighed slowly, "don't you think you're blowing this just a little out of proportion? I mean, I never would've believed she'd be with Malfoy either, but I've known her for a long time, and she's never lied to me before. I think we should believe her."

Hermione felt her stomach flip. Way to make her feel guilty...
 

Narcissa widened her eyes in shock and took a step away.

No one spoke that way to Lucius Malfoy.
 

"Like I'd ever fall for you!" She hissed, coming up within a couple inches of him.

"Oh," he traced up and down her arm, "I think you have."
 

"That's my baby with a wedding dress in her hand. It seems like yesterday she was gripping her first bottle." Molly brushed back a tear that had escaped her eyelashes.

"Your daughter will soon understand. Time will pass by quickly and in the blink of an eye she'll be in your shoes, watching her daughter do the same thing."
 
 

Only George Weasley would mention Peter Pettigrew in a wedding speech.

"I'm aware that last time you were hear you requested to know the gender of the baby. Would you still like to know or would you like it best kept a surprise?"

Lavender and Ron exchanged glances, although it was clear neither of them had changed their minds, "We'd like to know." Lavender said, "We've been truly anticipating this visit."
 
 

"Stop playing with us, Malfoy. You don't need to pretend you actually care about her." Ron growled.

"I DO actually care about her, not that it is any of your concern, Weasel." Draco looked like he might hex Ron right there in the ministry.
 

"I don't think that this is a joke," Ginny gasped.

They looked down and read the parchment once more, their stomachs still doing flips.


 

"I'm not running from anything!" Hermione screamed.

"Prove it, Granger. Prove you aren't running from anything. Including me. Say yes."
 

"You always have an ulterior motive and last I checked we weren't buddy buddy in Hogwarts."

Those were the last words he would speak.

A flash of green light and an unforgivable curse shot through the room as the doors swung open once again.

After a lifetime of being strong and facing challenges, this was finally an obstacle he didn't know if he could face.