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What Should Have Happened at the Wedding
As Ron was getting ready for the wedding he couldn't help but imagine what Hermione was doing to get herself ready. Was she going to wear her hair down or up? What color dress was she wearing? Was she going to wear the perfume he bought her, like she did sometimes? His mind was reeling, he couldn't tie his tie the right way so, he went downstairs to get food, someone down there would help me with my tie he thought. As he walked down the stairs he could hear the commotion coming from outside at the tent and smell the food being cooked for the reception. He was excited and happy for his brother and he was glad he could just have some fun for once without real worries, yet they were always in the back of his mind. As he turned the corner to the kitchen he heard someone there, expecting it to be his mother.
"Hey mum, could you help me tie this? I can't seem to…" he trailed off as he realized that it was Hermione standing in the kitchen looking awestruck at him. She smiled.
"Of course I can Ronald. Just don't call me your mother, ever again." She giggled. He looked at her realizing that she was ready for the wedding. She was in a stunning red dress and her hair was pulled back halfway. He couldn't take his eyes off her. "Do you want me to tie it for you?" she asked trying to get his attention.
"Uh, yeah," he snapped back his attention. "That would be great actually." She moved closer to him and reached for his neck tie, he could now smell that she was wearing the perfume he bought her. "I should really learn how to tie it, mum said she would teach me but she never did and I don't want to bother her today. With all the wedding stuff, you know?"
"Yeah I get it. But it's okay. I'm here whenever you need me." She paused, and then continued. "My mum taught me, she said most men would rather someone else tie it and it was just a good skill to have so I learned and here I am today," she tried off, trying to stay focused on the tie, trying not to get lost in fact that he looked amazing in his tux, and she just wanted to take him away from everyone and keep him all to herself.
"Thanks a lot 'Mione," he said, he saw her smile as he used his reserved nickname for her. "I really have no idea what my life would be like without you." At that moment she looked up at him. He moved his face towards her forehead and lightly kissed it. They both just looked at each other. She then finished tying the tie and tucked it into his waistcoat. As she finished, Ginny came down the stairs.
"Sorry guys, I'll just, um leave." She said as she backed away. They looked at each other and laughed.
"No, Gin, it's alright I was just helping Ron with his tie." She smiled and backed away from him wishing she hadn't.
"I just wanted a drink, I'll be out of your hair in just a moment." She moved towards the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. "Bye." She said as she rushed out of the room. They both couldn't restrain their laughter anymore, they were in hysterics. They began to calm down.
"I have to go and finish getting ready, put my make up on and then I have to help Fleur, so I'll see you at the wedding." She smiled.
"Don't." he said, she turned around with a puzzled look. "Don't put any makeup on, you look perfect right now." He could feel the blush in his ears.
"Thanks," she blushed. "We'll see," she laughed and walked up the stairs. She reached her and Ginny's room.
"So, what just happened in there?" Ginny asked immediately as she walked in.
"Ginny, I told you. I was helping him tie his…" she stopped short because Ginny saw right through it. "Alright, I WAS helping him tie it but then after he kissed me, but on the forehead! It wasn't anything serious! And then he told me not to put makeup on because I look fine the way I am now."
"EW! My brother, Ron Weasley, said that?" she could not believe it. Hermione shook her head, as if Ginny wanted an answer. Hermione looked at herself in the mirror, wondering what it was why Ron told her not to put makeup on. It only helped. She thought it over and decided to put minimal makeup on, concealer and blush, Ron obviously saw something good if he took the time out to say it.
"We better get going to help Fleur out; your mum must be going crazy." She said trying to avoid more questions.
"Yeah, we should." Ginny agreed, she got up and went with Hermione to help Fleur.
For a good part of the day Hermione and Ginny helped Fleur while Ron, Harry, George, and Fred helped Bill. When they all finally got away it was time for the ceremony. Ron, George, Fred, and Ginny were all in the wedding party so Hermione and Harry sat back and watched everything. It was a quite nice ceremony; there was a brief time for pictures Harry and Hermione sat and watched but soon Ginny called Harry over to be in some of them, he really was family to them, Hermione watched happily. Then Ron did an unusual thing. He jumped out of the picture and went to Hermione's side and pulled her towards the family.
"Ron, I'm not in the family, I understand. I'm perfectly happy watching." She disagreed understandingly.
"You are family though, if Harry's in the picture so are you." He said firmly.
"Hermione, dear, of course you are supposed to be in the picture, you are family." Mrs. Weasley chimed in.
"Of course mum," George butted in.
"Ronnie-kins, would like to make that official someday, of course." Fred finished.
As they said this Hermione stood next to Ron; he wrapped his arm around her waist, both of them blushing.
"1, 2, 3! Smile!" the photographer yelled. "one more one more." He said as he went to change the lens. "Can we all move in a little more?"
"I don't really think Ron and Hermione could become any closer." Fred said under his breath. Ginny and Harry tried to stifle their laughter.
"Fred! Stop it!" Mrs. Weasley scolded. "Smile everyone!" she changed her tone to a cheerful tone.
*click* "Alright, let's get some of the bride and groom and we can head to the party" everyone broke away. Mrs. Weasley walked off with the photographer to discuss where to take pictures. Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione walked to where all the guests were mingling. Ron tried to avoid George and Fred, but they cornered him.
"Hello, Ronnie-kins," they said in unison.
"Bloody hell," he muttered. "Can we not go one day without crude comments like that?" he asked.
"Of course not little brother of ours," George retorted.
"This is our job. When you were born, we got the right to make fun of you, and make any female interaction uncomfortable." Fred finished.
"If anything you're pushing her away. Just stay away from us." He said and stormed off.
"You would think he could take a joke after all these years," George shook his head and they walked away.
"Gin, can I talk to you for a minute?" Ron asked as he approached her, Harry and Hermione. He pulled her away before she could answer.
"Of course, what do you need?" she asked as they walked a distance away from the group of people.
"Am I obvious?" he asked in a desperate tone.
"What? Ron what are you talking about?" she was confused.
"Ginny you know what I'm talking about!" She thought about it for a minute.
"Yes. You are. But so is she, everyone's known for a while so it doesn't really matter." She assured him.
"Wait! She's obvious? She likes me?" Ron asked perplexed.
"Ron! You are really thick sometimes, I'm leaving" and she walked away. He sat down on the stairs to the house, thinking about it. His mother's voice interrupted his thinking.
"Thank you everyone for waiting so patiently, could you all please move yourself into the tent so the festivities can really begin!" she magically projected it so everyone could hear her.
"Ginny, where did Ron go?" Hermione asked as Ginny came back from her talk with Ron.
"Oh, well I left him by the stairs of the house, he is really thick," she said and shook her head.
"We know" George and Fred said as they walked by with their dates on their arms.
"Ginny, would you like to accompany me to the tent?" Harry asked. She nodded her head in agreement. They linked arms and walked away.
"Going to go find Ron, Hermione?" Fred asked curiously.
"Yes. Do you have a problem with that?" she asked trying to get away as quick as possible.
"As much as we make fun of you guys," Fred began.
"We want to make sure were not 'ruining your relationship.' Ron was worried," George elaborated; they both smirked and walked into the tent to find their dates. She smiled to herself; he was worried about our relationship? She walked through the grassy yard of the burrow to the front steps of the house. She saw him, he was deep in thought. He looked at her and he jumped out of his thought; his eyes lit up and he began to walk towards her.
"You should really be careful in the grass you might hurt yourself in those shoes." He gave his arm to her for support. She looked at him and her eyes showed her thanks. "Are you ready to have some hard core Weasley fun? And again, excuse my family they're bonkers." He said trying to smile.
"Ron, I basically grew up with your family, I think I can handle a few crude jokes from Fred and George. Honestly, you act like I'm made of glass." She said trying to make a joke, he didn't know what to say and she knew it. "But thanks for trying to protect me; it's really sweet of you." They stopped before the opening of the tent, they could hear the music going and the people laughing and talking. "Ron, you have to know," she hesitated. "Viktor's here, at the wedding. I assume Fleur invited him. He tried to contact me, but I wouldn't respond."
Ron's face began to turn the color of his hair. "I can't believe he had the nerve to come to my house and…" he couldn't finish his sentence.
"Listen, I don't want to make this more of a problem than it already is. I will greet him in a cordial way and I assume you will also, please we don't need to make this any worse than it is." She pleaded, her voice shaking. She was suppressing her tears. He couldn't bear to see her cry.
"Okay, okay. Please don't cry. I will try." He begged. One tear escaped her right eye. He reached for it. "It's good you didn't wear makeup" he said trying to lighten the mood. She giggled. They nodded to each other and walked into the tent arm in arm. They searched the room for Harry and Ginny. They found Harry talking with Luna and her father and Ginny was talking with a relative.
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