Disclaimer: I only own the people in the wedding party. Anyone else whom you recognize...I don't own TTA/N: During the letters it switches between italic font and normal font. The normal font is Hermione's thoughts while reading or writing. the italic font is the actual letter. I know the thoughts don't really flow...but I did try. The beginnings were always the hardest for me. I've decided to only put pictures up of Chloe and Max, the other people aren't really important at the moment. If they do impact the story a lot later, I'll put up their picture...but as of right now, I'm going to be saving space.

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Mr. and Mrs. John Granger request your presence at the marriage of their daughter Chloe Marie Granger to Maxwell Philip Buxton, son of Mr. and Mrs. Eric Buxton to be held at the Granger household on July 17th 2000 at 3PM. Please RSVP by July 10th.

Madison Black- Maid of Honor

Chelsea Roberts- 1st Bridesmaid

Belle Horton- 2nd Bridesmaid

Alexandria King- 3rd Bridesmaid

Jeremy Parker- Best Man

Keith Raine- 1st Groomsman

Patrick Lush-2nd Groomsman

Raymond Johnson- 3rd Groomsman

God, my sister is getting married before me. My little sister I might add, well this is embarrassing. Wait! Does this thing say Jeremy is going to be the best man? Jeremy as in my ex-fiancé Jeremy. SHIT! Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god. This is going to be bad. What am I going to do? I re-read the letter but before I could finish, another owl flew into the flat I shared with Ginny and dropped a letter on my lap. I recognized the handwriting, it was my mothers (I had taught both my parents and my sister how to use an owl and bought them a brown one named chocolate) and I could tell she was trying to be sincere, by the way she wrote my name in nice, perfect, cursive writing.


My dear Hermione,

Now I know she was trying to be sweet and sincere. She only ever called me that when it had to do with my sister, whom she definitely loved more, but we won't get into that just yet. Anyway the rest of the letter said,

How are you dear? I haven't spoken to you in what seems like ages!

Yeah, that's because you've been too busy fawning over Chloe and her stupid fiancé.

I hope you got the invitation to the wedding; your sister would be absolutely devastated if her favorite sister wasn't at her wedding.

The only reason I'm her favorite is because I'm her only effing sister.

Please send Chocolate back with a letter soon with your RSVP. Also your sister says that those friends of yours, Harry, Ron, and Ginny is it, are invited to come as well. The more the merrier!

Well at least I won't have to suffer alone.

Much Love From,
Mum

Oh and you're sister is afraid you won't bring a date. You will bring one, won't you? I can't wait to meet whomever you bring!

The nerve of that woman! Thinking I won't have a date, humph! I'll show her.

Oh, wait. I'm single damnit. Lets see today is the 8th, so I've only got, hm, three days to find someone willing to go with me. Wonderful!

While lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice a certain redheaded female walk up behind me and read the letter in my hands.

"A wedding? Oh I love weddings," she squealed, clasping her hands together and spinning around in circles. Once she stopped spinning, I'm guessing she was a little dizzy; she plopped down on the red armchair next to me.

I hate that chair; it looks so out of place here. The carpet, in the living room that is, is a light beigeish color and the couch that I was currently laying on was black. In front of the couch is a glass coffee table and the only lamp we have is the very bright, black lamp standing in the corner near me. Behind my head is a white end table with several of my teaching binders resting on it. On the wall across from me was a small fireplace and, for some reason, it was like this when we moved in, the bricks were painted white. And above that is a big flat screen HD T.V, that no one but Harry and me knows how to use. Ginny tries to touch the people on the screen and Ronald just yells at the thing for hours. So, you see, the chair is extremely out of place, but Gin won't let me move it. She keeps it around since it's the old one from the Gryffindor common room that McGonagall let us take after the war, about five years ago. So therefore I don't want to get rid of it, it holds so many memories, but I really want it out of this room.

"Gin, please tell me you'll go with me. If not I'm going to have to suffer alone." I pleaded. Ginny giggled, she's been doing that a lot lately.

"Of course I'll come 'Mione. I would never make you go back home without me." She understands me. She knows where I'm coming from. My family hates me unless they want something. Stupid family, stupid sister.

We sat in silence for a moment or so until the front door opened then slammed shut. Before long, two males entered the living room. Ginny ran to kiss one of them and the other went to sit down in the now vacant, out of place, chair.

"'Mione, what's that letter in your hands?" Harry asked, sitting down on the couch next to me after he made me move my legs.

"My stupid sister is getting married and Mum wanted to be sure I was going to be there. She invited all of you, and then the stupid old crow tells me that my sister doesn't think I'll bring a date. Please tell me you'll go with me? Gin already agreed." Harry nodded,

"Sure I'll go, someone needs to make sure you don't beat her to a pulp." Harry was right; I did want to kick her ass from here to the States. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister dearly, but sometimes, meaning most of the time, she can be a real brat and, even as kids, she always stole my parents attention. By way of saying I hit her and stuff, then she would suck up to them and everything. She made my home life miserable as a child and I'm still paying for it.

"Can Lavender come, she probably won't want me to come alone," Ron stated. That was true, Lavender still hadn't gotten over the fact that Ron and I had a thing for each other all those years ago, she barely let us in the same room together without her. Though she was getting better, she was alright if Harry and Ginny were with us as well. Though she still doesn't like me. Oh, well. The feeling is mutual

"I'll ask Mum but I'm sure it'll be OK,"

"Who's going to be your date 'Mione?" Ginny questioned, taking a seat on Harry's lap.

"Hm, I know someone who owes me a favor so, I'll just call him up later," Draco Malfoy. He was the one who owed me a favor. About two years ago, McGonagall decided to retire and appointed me Headmistress of Hogwarts. Malfoy had applied for the position of potions master at the same time and, being the good-hearted person I was, let him take the job, regardless of everything that had happened in the past. So, therefore, he owed me. He better do this for me! I grabbed a quill and piece of parchment from the drawer under the end table in order to scribble my response to mother.


Mother,

Yes I'll be there. I can't let my sister down!

Though I want to.

Harry and Ginny will be there, Ron wants to know if he can bring a date. She's a nice enough girl I think you might like her mother.

You're both very manipulative and bitchy.

Tell my dear sister that I most certainly will bring a date! He's a very charming, handsome, and caring man.

Even though he's actually only very handsome. Oops did I say that about Malfoy, I mean-er-back to the letter.

I miss you all so very much!

I'm such a liar

See you soon!

Love From,
Hermione.

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