Hermione and Ron wed:

A/N still don't own any rights

Hermione's POV:

It is 10th October 2000 and today is my wedding day. I am marrying the man of my dreams in many senses, although he is not perfect – but then again, what man is?

I am standing in our bedroom, inside our relatively small house, which we bought 6 months ago, just after Ron proposed. Three bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a medium sized kitchen, 2 lounges, a library and a gigantic garden that Ron explained was necessary to play Quidditch in; honestly, Harry and Ginny only live 5 minutes away walking and have 5 acres to play Quidditch in, but no, Ron HAD to have his own. Then again, I do have my own library/ study which does take up the entire attic so I am content! I straighten my back, to correct my posture, and then take a deep breath to steady my nerves. I don't know why I'm feeling nervous; I wish I could ask Ginny, but I can't go over to her house as Ron's staying there, with his best man Harry, just as Harry did the same here. It is bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding but Ginny said she would be coming over in about half an hour to help me get ready for the ceremony.

I move forward from my dressing table slowly, over towards the kingsized bed upon which lay my beautiful dress: white 'swishy' material that glides along and ripples when I move, making me look graceful and sleek, which is a feat in itself! Embroidered exquisitely, the bodice is a careful pattern of stitching and little diamantes which sparkle as the sun catches them.

My shoes are on the hardwood floor, complete with a heel made of satin, and matching diamantes on the 'strappy' part that holds my foot it. To make sure that I can walk in them and not make a fool of myself, I've been practising for the last 3 weeks when nobody is around.

Still breathing in out, in out, at a steady pace, I resume my pacing around the room, waiting for my matron of honour, Ginny, to arrive to have brought the hairdresser and Madam Malkin, to fit my dress. I check the clock; she is 2 minutes late; maybe she's forgotten about me; maybe she's had an accident; maybe, maybe.

"Chill out Hermione," I tell myself out loud. "Ginny's fine, she's just a little late."

And with that, Ginny Apparates into the bedroom in a rush. Immediately I know something's up; Ginny is shaking and covered in blood and dirt. She has gashes in her dress and her hair is a mess.

"Hermione!" Ginny said, "Hermione come, come quick!"

"Why," I responded. "Ginny, what is it?"

"It's Ron, and Harry, they've been attacked; I barely got away to come and get you, we need back up NOW – pull some strings now Hermione or they'll die; there's 20 Death Eaters and - just come."

I always knew Ron's job of being an Auror was dangerous; there are still many Death Eaters out in the open even 3 years after the death of Voldemort, but never had he been so hurt; the worst he'd ever had in 1 and a half years was a bloody nose, but now. WHY did this have to happen on our WEDDING day? why TODAY?

I grasp my wand, turn on the spot, on Ginny's arm; all the while making a patronus to go to the Auror office stating back up is needed – 2 auror's are down and many Death Eaters are there – as I hurtle through space before coming to a stop looking upon a scene of chaos….

That's it for now, if you liked this review please and keep reading my other stories Vicky xx