What am I doing? What have I gotten myself into? Run! Run now! Ron pleaded with himself, pulling at his tuxedo collar and staring blank-faced into the audience. His dress shirt clung to his back, doused in nervous sweat. Why did they all have to be staring at him for? He wanted to scream at them to go away. Ron swore in that moment he would go mad. Seconds lasted forever and minutes never came. His Mother was weeping silent sobs. His Dad held his Mother's hand in a vice grip. An empty seat rested between Fred and Charlie, who's feet would not stop bouncing up and down. Fleur held on tight to Bill. She was weeping for reasons unbeknownst to Ron. He glanced over to Harry who was entirely too happy for his own good. Neville was waving to Hannah in the audience. Ron wasn't sure if that was appropriate but he didn't care. Harry saw Ron's anxious looks and gave him two thumbs up before looking over to Ginny and smiling even wider. She replied with a grin of her own. Ron gulped as the music began. Well, he thought, this is it. Goodbye freedom. Hello, Hermione Weasley.