A/N: Guess what? Here's a little random tidbit of factness for ya.
If Dave Matthews (from Dave Matthews' Band), if his voice could be molded into a person, I would get married to it. His voice is beautiful!!! I've thought that all my life xp
Anyway, here you go. A new fic! And it's in the H's. (It's based after DH…and yeah.)
DICSLAIMER: i.d.o., okay?! (idoI don't own)
Here it is: Happiness.
Ron was pacing in the small dressing room. It was the day of his wedding, and he was a wreck. Harry, Neville, and George had tried to calm him down, but the fear in Ron's heart kept on growing. He didn't know why he was scared…well, he did; weddings are always nerve-wracking, but Ron wasn't in the state to actually try and think things out.
"Ron, mate!" George finally got up from where Harry, Neville, and him were sitting watching him, and stopped him from moving. "You're making yourself sick, you're psyching yourself out."
"I can't help it!" Ron whined. "It's just…I'm getting married to the most…beautiful girl in the whole…"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," George interrupted, "Just sit down and shut up." Ron gave George a dirty look and sat down next to Harry, who was trying not to laugh.
"So, Ron, how are you feeling?" Neville asked innocently. Ron looked at him.
"Scared. Worried…Happy. I'm mental…"
"Nope, just a little nervous." Ron nodded. Harry clapped him on the shoulder.
"You'll be fine! Now, let's get out there. It's time."
Ron took a deep breath and went out into the Wedding Hall. He took his place, and looked at everyone in the room. Molly and Hermione's mom were already crying their eyes out, Seamus and Dean were chuckling about something, Percy was smiling, and everyone else looked a little impatient (especially Hermione's side of the family).
Finally, Ron saw the doors opening up, and he gasped at who walked through them. Behind the flower girl was Hermione and her father, but Ron wasn't looking at his father in law. Hermione had on a beautiful white gown that seemed to flow in the wind (that wasn't present). It had all shades of purple and pink underneath as under layers of her dress, and her shoes were little white flats (she had refused to wear heels). Her hair was down, but instead of being a big ol' brown fuzzball, it was wavy and had highlights of light brown and blonde in it. Her veil was over her face, but you could still see her beautiful makeup.
Ron smiled. She was absolutely beautiful.
The wedding officially started, and Ron and Hermione said their vows, put on rings, bla bla bla. Finally, the wizard priest guy said, "Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger-Weasley, you are now married. Ron, you may kiss the bride." Everyone cheered and stuff as Ron lifted the veil and kissed his bride. He was so happy that he had gone through with the wedding. Hermione smiled into the kiss and said, "Ron I love you."
"I love you too, Hermione. Heh…Hermione Weasley…weird."
Hermione gave him a look. "Whatever! You could've been Ronald Granger."
Ron made a fake grossed out face. "Eww, Granger."
Hermione laughed, and they walked along with the crowd out to the rest of their lives.
A/N: Yeah, cheesy last line. But whatever. This took me two days to get together lol. The next F&E is 'Hate'. Hell yeah. .