A/N: Mmmk… So the part in Italics (later on, not directly below) is a flashback. This fic is rated M, just so you all know. It's my first attempt at mature fiction, so be nice, please. This chapter's just intro though. No romance in the slightest. Sorry it's so short.

Mr. And Mrs. Arthur Christopher Weasley

are proud to announce the wedding of their only daughter,

Ginevra Molly Weasley to Harry James Potter,

on thirtieth June, two thousand.

Ceremony at twelve in the afternoon, at the Weasley residence.

Reception to follow.

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Hermione stared at the invitation in her hands. Her perfectly manicured, lavender-polished hands. Lavender, of all colours. Honestly, what was Ginny thinking? Her bridesmaid dress was gorgeous, of course. There was no denying that Ginny had excellent taste (and asking Fleur for help shopping had been a smart move, no matter how irritating she could get.). But Lavender…she wasn't going to think about Lavender today, she'd promised herself that. She wasn't going to think about Ron either. They hadn't spoken for nearly a year, and she wasn't about to change that. Of course he had to be Harry's best man, though. They couldn't have picked Neville? What was wrong with Neville? Or Seamus, for that matter…Malfoy…? She shook her head and steadied herself for the day ahead. At least it would be…interesting.

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Ron fumbled with the top button on his royal blue vest, then cursed as he tugged too hard and it popped off. Still swearing, he bent down to search for it under the dresser of his old room. It was rather eerie being back here, truth be told. Well, not eerie, exactly – just strange. It was a bit like the summer holidays, back during their Hogwarts days, what with Hermione there and all. Not that he didn't see her often. But she always avoided his gaze, and he hers. After 'The Fight' (as Ginny liked to refer to it – as though it were capitalized and in quotations), they'd stopped speaking entirely. Maybe today would be…different? He didn't dare to hope.

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"Ronald Bilius Weasley! How dare you!"

"How dare I what, Hermione? How dare I tell you what you don't want to hear? I've been doing that since I met you, if you didn't remember!

"How dare you scare off Edward like that? He's a wonderful man, I don't see what you think is so wrong with him!"

"He's not good enough for you!"

"Excuse me? Since when has it been your duty to police my boyfriends? You're not my father, Ron!"

"I'm your best friend!"

"So is Harry, and you don't see him practically killing my date for calling my beautiful, do you?"

"Well…well he's got Ginny, hasn't he?"

"What the hell's Ginny got to do with anything?"

"Harry's got Ginny and I've got you! That's how it works, Hermione! That's how it's always been!"

"I am not your property, Ronald Weasley!"

"I never said you –"

"SHUT UP, RON!"

Hermione had gone storming out of the restaurant, leaving behind a fuming Ron, a silently stunned Harry, and a very distraught Ginny. It had been Harry and Ginny's engagement dinner, and though nobody would admit it to them, Ron and Hermione had basically ruined it. (Long story short, Ron had punched out Hermione's date after he'd called her 'beautiful.') The pair hadn't spoken since.

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Today would certainly be interesting.

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