So this will be a short fluffy story. I wrote it because i needed something romantic to write about because in my other stories its all drama at the moment. I reckon this will be about fiveish chapters.
Disclaimer: Jk Rowling owns everything you recognize in the story.
To say that Molly Weasley was acting like a tyrant on this fateful day at the burrow would be an understatement. It was her oldest sons wedding day and she was on a wild rampage to ensure everything was perfect.
"Ginevra, don't you think your dress is a little too low cut? Just think of what Aunt Muriel will say!" she said to her daughter. Ginny glared at her mother and stomped upstairs.
"GEORGE WEASLEY! WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO STICK THAT IN YOUR EAR?"
Fred laughed loudly as his mother slapped his twin upside the head, causing the toothbrush he had stuck in the hole in the side of his head where an ear used to be to fall out.
Mrs. Weasley continued to go around the house and had all but pinned Charlie to a chair to give him a decent haircut.
Harry and Ron were busy outside de-gnoming the garden for the third time this week while Hermione Granger was with her best girl friend, Ginny. The two had, for the most part, been off the hook for doing any work today. Simply because they were girls and deserved time to 'beauty' themselves up. Hermione scoffed at the idea.
"Mione you should really wear makeup more often. You're already so pretty, but you look gorgeous with it on." Ginny told her best friend.
"Ginny, we've had this conversation too many times. Makeup does not-"
She was cut off by Ginny finishing the rest of her speech "matter. If I wanted to impress boys with my looks I would become a slut like Parkinson. I want someone to like me for my personality. A boy should know what their getting themselves into. And in my case this would mean a book worm who could care less about frivolous things such as makeup." Ginny took a deep breath. By imitating Hermione she had not taken a single breath in that entire speech. How the girl did that with everything she said was beyond the red head.
Hermione smiled at how well Ginny knew her. "It's not like I'll need any makeup for wear I'm going." She said quietly. Ginny's hand jerked over the mascara she was applying to herself and she quickly tried to wipe it off with shaky hands.
"Oh I shouldn't have said that!" Hermione said in a squeaky voice. Ginny quickly tried to compose herself.
"No, no. I shouldn't have freaked out. I mean I know you guys are going out after Vold- him."
It seemed that Ginny was still too scared to speak his name.
Hermione rushed towards her quivering friend and wrapped her arms around her. Ginny was the closest thing she had to a sister and she was not going to lose her in this war. "It'll be okay Ginny."
"Shouldn't I be the one comforting you?" Ginny asked with a chuckle. "I mean you're the one who's actually going out there to do something."
Neither said anything for a few minutes, just wanting to keep their sisterly friendship the way it was. Ginny was the first to break away and she said "Hermione sit down. I'm doing your hair." When Hermione was about to protest she tut-ted her and said "No arguments."
The look in Ginny's eyes looked very similar to that of Mrs. Weasley. Not wanting to be bat-bogied, Hermione sat down in the chair and let Ginny play with her hair as if she was her little doll.
A few hours, and many painful beauty spells later Ginny announced she was finished. Ginny felt that since she now had Hermione in a vulnerable position she would also do her makeup. Ginny held out a mirror to her friend.
Hermione smiled into the reflection. Ginny didn't go overboard like she expected. The makeup was noticeable but not overbearing and her hair was in a bun with curls falling in her face. "Thanks Gin." She said with a peck on the grinning girl's cheek.
"Now we shall make our grand entrance into the kitchen of the classy Burrow." The red head said in a remarkable impersonation of her soon to be sister in law. Hermione laughed and the two girls linked arms and helped set up for the wedding which was in less than an hour.
"Wow, Mione you look great!" A red haired boy she'd never seen before said. Hermione arched an eyebrow in confusion. The boy laughed and said "Merlin, I would of thought you'd be able to recognize your own best friend!"
Hermione slapped on her forehead and hugged the boy. "Sorry Harry! Who are you pretending to be?"
"Cousin Barney. Fred and George nicked a couple of hairs from a muggle boy who just so happened to be blessed with genetics that looked Weasley like."
Suddenly the door behind Harry slammed and in walked in a muttering Ronald Weasley. "Bloody mental, that woman is. I will never get married and If I do she will be Stupefied."
Hermione laughed at her other best friend who was unaware of the fact that the "bloody woman' in question was directly behind him. Harry, Hermione and Ginny all quickly left the room before they could become involved in this argument. As they walked outside they could clearly hear the shouts of Mrs. Weasley.
Ten minutes later guests began to arrive and Ginny went to go talk to Fleur before the wedding. She was one of the bridesmaids after all. Hermione smiled as she saw 'Barney' stare longingly after her. There was no time for her to tease him, however, because Ron had seemed to make it out alive from his discussion with his mother.
After grumbling incoherently he reached his two friends who were trying not to smirk. He looked up at Hermione and grinned. "Who are you and what have you done with our Hermione?"
She smacked him playfully and said "Believe it or not, I can clean up pretty well." He grinned at her before giving her a brotherly kiss on the cheek.
"Hello Ronald. One of your garden gnomes bit me- look!" Luna Lovegood said excitedly.
Ron's grin widened as he grabbed her hand. "We have to have a closer look at that." Then he gave the finger a kiss.
Harry gagged at Hermione from behind Ron's back and she rolled her eyes at him. Ron then walked off with Luna, leaving his friends to deal with the now approaching Aunt Muriel who was in between a grimacing Fred and George. Hermione smirked at the pair of them as they approached. They narrowed their eyes at her and Hermione knew they would do something mean to her.
"Hey Aunt Muriel, we have to talk to Cousin Barney here; Do you think it would be okay if our dear friend Hermione takes you to your seat now?" Fred asked cheekily.
Aunt Muriel sighed in impatience and said "I suppose. And Fred you might want to get that ear checked out. It looks a little lopsided." Then she clung herself to a glaring Hermione.
The brunette heard George mutter "She can't tell us apart and she doesn't realize I lost an ear."
Over the next ten minutes, which was the amount of time it took Aunt Muriel to walk from one point of the yard to another, could easily be defined as downright horrible. She commented on everything from Hermione ankles all the way to her hair until she moved on to complaining about how long of a walk. Had Hermione not had this crotchety old woman on her arm, she would have been across the yard within a minute.
Finally Hermione got rid of the old woman who sat down in a chair and started loudly complaining to no one in particular. She sat down in a chair as far as possible and glared at Fred and George, whom were holding some Veela cousins on each of their arms. Fred noticed her first and blew her a kiss. She rolled her eyes at him and stuck her tongue out at him.
"So immature." Aunt Muriel muttered loudly. Hermione couldn't help but wonder how she saw that when she didn't notice that George didn't have an ear. Fred snorted before the wedding officially began. Harry quickly grabbed the seat next to her and the two watched the first happy ceremony they had seen in a while.
Hermione had cried as the two said their vows. Hermione found magical weddings to be much more beautiful than a muggle wedding, and despite it being in the burrow, it looked beautiful.
All the chairs disappeared and in its place decorated tables with champagne glasses were strewn around the tent surrounding room for dancers. As Bill and Fleur began their dance she grabbed a seat at the empty table and watched the happy couple stare into each other's eyes.
She began looking around and saw Mrs. Weasley leaning her head on Mr. Weasley's shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her. To the left of them Monsieur and Madame Delacour were beginning to twirl around the tent. Harry was talking with Viktor Krum who was pointing at Ginny. Hermione watched as Harry's face reddened in anger and watched Viktor stroll away glumly. Hermione gave a sad smile at her best friend who was obviously still deeply infatuated with Ginny.
Lastly, she looked at Ron. He was holding Luna's hands and pulling her up to dance with him. Her eyes were filled with wonder while his were filled amusement and complete joy.
Hermione sighed as she watched her friends. They would all get happy ending- well hopefully. Nobody knew how the war was going to end and she could only hope for the best. She felt bad feeling jealous of her friends, but sometimes she would wonder who would want to end up with her of all people.
She finished her glass of champagne and was about to grab another one when a redhead sat down next to her.
"And what is someone as pretty as you doing sitting all by her lonesome?" Fred asked with a sly smile.
Hermione put on a smile before saying "I don't dance. Plus everyone's already taken."
Fred, not giving Hermione the choice, stood up and grabbed Hermione easily by the waist and dragged her towards the dancing floor. "Fred!" she said.
He put his arms around her as they began dancing to the end of a fast paced song by the twisted sisters. "Hey how do you know I'm not George!" he asked in a somewhat joking and somewhat serious voice.
She looked at him as if he was dumb. "I've known you for years! Do you honestly expect me not to be able to tell the difference?"
"Well yeah. Our family can't even do it the majority of the time! You saw how Aunt Muriel get us confused."
Hermione scowled at the mention of the wretched woman. "Well she isn't exactly…" she didn't want to say anything rude about his aunt. "Reliable, now is she?"
Fred smirked and said "Don't you mean she's not pleasant. She's a rotten old woman."
"Fred! The poor old woman is old!" Any true meaning behind the words were lost from her laughter. The song morphed into a slow dance and Fred pulled Hermione closer. Hermione put her head against his chest. It was nice having a friend who could make her laugh during times like these.
"There really needs to be more people like you and George." She said.
"Really? I thought you hated our mischief." He said, surprised.
"That was when I was obsessed with being a goody two shoes. Now I realize all anyone really needs nowadays is a good laugh."
Fred smiled and leaned down to her head and said "Well you know what they say, laughter makes you live longer."
Hermione looked over and saw Luna and Ron dancing close together. Fred noticed her line of vision and gave her a squeeze. "I bet it's hard."
She looked away and leaned her head on his shoulder and said "Not really hard. Just- what's the word for it? Weird."
"Weird?"
Hermione nodded her head and said "It's just always seemed like everyone expected us to end up together. It was like we were destined for each other."
"You know nobody can write their own destiny, right?"
She nodded her head. "It was just so hard seeing him with Luna at first, because last year I had convinced myself I was in love with him. But now all I know is that I have to keep him and Harry safe no matter what; because they have people who love them."
"Mione the whole freaking Weasley family loves you. All of your classmates love you." Fred said incredulously. "Don't do anything reckless!"
Hermione burst out into laughter. "Says you, the most reckless person in the world!"
Fred couldn't help but chuckle at that. He pulled her even closer and whispered in her ear "Hermione I swear to god if you don't come back in mend condition I will bloody kill the bugger who hurt you."
Hermione smiled against Fred. It was nice to know that someone cared. Fred was like a big brother to her and she hoped that she never lost that connection with him.
As Fred twirled her around and told her some jokes about what their old uncle would do at these parties before he died, a silver fox landed in the middle of the wedding reception.
He loud laughs stopped abruptly as the voice of Kingsley Shacklebot echoed around them. Fred instinctively shielded her behind him protectively.
"Scrimegeur is dead. The Ministry has fallen. They are coming, they are coming."
Several shrieks sounded around the party. People were dissaperating left and right. Hermione's eyes were filled with horror as she looked at Fred. She let go of him and ran to her table where she left her purse. She grabbed it and started frantically looking for Harry and Ron.
She found them together, looking for her. The came after her and she felt herself turned around quickly. It was Fred and he had a wild look in his eyes. He pulled her to him in bone breaking hug.
"Stay safe, remember people care about you. I care about you."
Hermione nodded her head and then latched onto Harry.
With a loud crack they disappeared before Fred's eyes.
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