Speak Now...
"Speak now or forever hold your peace."
Nobody stood up and objected, or came crashing into the church at the last minute, but in the silence, Harry expelled a cough that sounded suspiciously like "Cradle snatcher" to Hermione. Her shoulders shook as she stuffed her knuckles in her mouth to stop herself from laughing. The woman sitting behind her patted her on the back gently.
"I know, dear. It can be so sad sometimes to watch the people close to move on and away from you."
This only served to make Hermione laugh harder than ever, a few stifled squeaks escaping as she dropped her head and brought her still shaking shoulders up around her ears. Next to her, Harry chuckled softly as Draco muttered, "I think I have to agree with you".
In front of Hermione, Ron turned around and muttered, "Is anybody else finding this a little bit creepy?"
Hermione, unable to take it anymore, choked on her own spit and started coughing loudly. Both Harry and Draco patted her on the back simultaneously, smiling and nodding to anyone who looked over. Hermione lay her head down on her knees and tried to breathe steadily through her hiccups, shoulders still shaking and a few giggles escaping her.
"I now pronounce you, husband and wife."
All around them, people stood up and noise erupted as they cheered and clapped. The four of them stayed seated, Hermione's stomach hurting too much to straighten up, Draco and Harry looking mildly concerned for her and Ron wondering what was going on and why on earth would Pansy Parkinson invite them to her wedding to Rodolphus Lestrange?
The 'happy couple' walked hand in hand down the aisle and, despite aching muscles, all four of them shot to their feet when Pansy passed them and gave them a vicious glare. Ron pasted a huge, phony grin on his face that made him look slightly constipated. Harry clapped a couple of times while averting his eyes. Draco nodded at Pansy once, ignoring the groom. Hermione, still in a silly mood, gave them both a thumbs-up, giggling as she did so. Pansy looked slightly concerned for her mental health, but kept walking. When the pair disappeared into the reception tent, Ron turned to look at the others and pulled a face.
"Can we please leave now and ditch to The Leaky Cauldron? Or The Three Broomsticks? Or, you know, anywhere they serve alcohol?"
The three of them nodded enthusiastically and, joining their hands in the middle, trusted Hermione to Apparate them to a pub where they could get completely sloshed and forget about the whole, creepy thing.