"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of these two faithful souls. Love is something that is shared between two people that is at such a deep level in ones subconscious mind that nothing can break it. Such an action is evident between these two young people. Love isn't only a feeling, but words also. To prove such, they both have written their own vows and wish to recite them now." Squeaked the wispy old wizard from the podium that stood on a raised platform from which he could see the couple in front of him, for whom he is marrying.
From his heightened standpoint, he saw many faces that he had recognized from the many years of him marrying wizards and witches. The Weasley's were one of his more- common- families, having seen them frequently over the years, and performed two weddings for them in just the past ten years. This would be his third- Weasley/Granger. He may be performing the wedding for them, but through the required counseling before the wedding date, he knew that one of them wasn't completely into this wedding. As he listened to their vows, he couldn't get the feeling that there had been someone else in the relationship out of his mind.
"Wonderful!" He piped as the bride had finished her vows, tears silently flowing down her pale face. "Now, do you, Ronald Bilius Weasley, take Hermione Jane Granger to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold; in sickness and health; for richer or for poorer; so long as you both shall live?"
"I do."
"Do you, Hermione Jane Granger, take Ronald Bilius Weasley to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold; in sickness and in health; for richer or for poorer; so long as you both shall live?"
Hermione could only nod her head, everyone in attendance assuming that it was out of emotions about this being the happiest day of her life, not knowing how wrong they were.
"Then, if no one has any objections…"
The silence was broken when out of no where, a blond headed man strode purposely, black with green robes billowing behind him, from the back of the tent up to where the couple were standing, grabbed the bride by the waist, and continued, with a smile on his face, to turn and run back down the isle with her over his shoulder, a teary but happy smile on her face.
"Come back here, Malfoy!" The groom screamed as he started running down the isle behind them, none of the crowd moving out of shock.
"Up yours, Weasley!" The blonde retorted over his shoulder before pulling out his wand and disappearing with a 'Pop!' into the mid-afternoon sun.