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Author's Note: All right, this entire story is basically just a collection of random drabbles / very short one-shots that I've written over the years. This story I plan on just being posted here on FF.N, as most of these parts are too short for the other sites that I post on, as they have a minimum word count, and these drabbles don't always make that cut.
Some of these will have a pairing, like this first one does, while others will just be very general and romance-less. Some are several years old, while others are far more recent. Some are very short, while others are lengthier. However, they are what they are, and I hope you enjoy them.
You can see information about the drabble at the beginning, such as the date that it was written (or a guess), word count, summaries, etc. And now, without further ado, I present for your enjoyment, Bits and Pieces.
Bits and Pieces
By ForeverSirius77
Date: 1 February 2006
Contest/Occasion: Valentine's Day
Title: As Ready as They Can Be
Summary: There's always a building up of courage for brides and grooms.
Warnings: None
Words: 541
As Ready as They Can Be
"I can do this. … I really can do this. …" He looked back at his reflection in the mirror, and the image gazing at him from the glass clearly displayed the young man's feelings. A freckled face stared back at him, and he watched as his face turned visibly paler (with a slight tint of green appearing), his stomach continuing its twisting into massive knots.
"I can do this. …" he muttered, and just as he finally managed to turn away from the mirror, a voice spoke out and echoed around the room.
"Not looking and sweating like that, you can't, dear."
Ron Weasley jerked his head around to glare angrily at the glass. "Shut up," he mumbled, throwing a discarded sock at the hanging mirror. The reflective glass did not respond and, self-consciously wiping the palms of his hands on his dress robes, Ron slowly exhaled his trapped breath and left the room.
"This is mad … completely mad … Who am I trying to fool? I can't do this. I can't do any of —"
"Hermione," Ginny said, interrupting her friend's speech, grabbing the older witch by the shoulders and turning her around so that the two girls were face to face. "Calm down," said the youngest Weasley. "You can do this. This is not mad. And you are completely ready for all of this."
The Muggle-born witch just stared back at her friend, who had become as close as a sister over the years. They had spent so much time together, especially as the war had escalated to its conclusion and now, as things had begun to calm down, their relationship was even closer. Hermione trusted Ginny, just as Ginny had had to trust Hermione so often during the war.
"You really think I can do this?" whispered Hermione, her face showing a mixture of fear, anxiety, and excitement.
Ginny smiled at the other girl's nervousness. "Of course you can," she said. "Now come on, Harry's probably already waiting with him."
"You two look beautiful," said Harry Potter as he watched Ginny and Hermione come down the staircase towards the Entrance Hall.
"You don't look half bad yourself, Harry," whispered Ginny as she approached the young man at the foot of the stairs and allowed him to wrap his arm around her shoulders. "Is he ready?"
Harry hesitated for a moment, but then nodded. "He's as ready as he's ever going to be," he said and, obviously knowing that he wouldn't get a response from Hermione, whispered into Ginny's ear, "Is she ready?"
"As ready as she can be," responded Ginny.
Harry nodded, and he and Ginny entered into the hall beyond, leaving Hermione standing on the stairs and awaiting her father.
The doors to the Great Hall swung open, revealing the massive crowd of witches, wizards, and Muggles gathered within. All heads turned back towards the doorway, watching the people who had begun to enter. Hermione Granger, her long, brown hair pulled back with a few strands falling down the back of her sparkling white gown and her arm lovingly hooked in that of her father's, walked up towards the front … and towards Ronald Weasley, whose large grin easily reached his eyes.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading, and please, let me know your thoughts!
--ForeverSirius77