Ron lay awake in bed, thinking about the next day's plans. Marrissa was
supposed to move in, it shouldn't take too long, but still, Ron lie there
thinking about it. One week, three days, eleven hours, and according to
Ron's watch, thirteen minutes. That was the time until his wedding day, the
youngest boy of the Weasleys' wedding day. You'll never guess the best man;
he's only been Ron's best friend since they were eleven.
Is this right? Should I get married now? Even Percy is still single...then again...
Ron's thoughts jumbled in his head, until finally, he fell asleep.
The next day things started with a jump, a big one. Marrissa, now having a key to Ron's apartment, was there at six AM to wake Ron up, and get him ready for the day. Her things and what not were moved in by 5:00, and Marrissa had pressured Ron into a nice dinner at Gwen's, a Muggle restaurant, right in heart of London.
During dinner, Marrissa says she has something to tell Ron. "I have chosen my briads mates, and my Maid of Honor." Ron nodded, as he knew this was a girl thing, and questions were not to be asked. "I looked up an old friend, she said she would be honored to be in our wedding." Ron again nodded. "She said she would stop by tonight around 9:00. If it's okay, which I said it was, hope you don't mind, she is going to apparate."
Dinner ended and Ron drove Marrissa home, to their home, to their apartment. As soon as they walked in the door, Ron heard a familiar voice say: "Well it's about time you two showed up." Marrisa immediately ran over. "I'm so sorry Hermione; dinner took longer than we would have expected." "And so did snogging." Ron piped in. And well deserved, Marrisa replied with a smack on the shoulder. Ron just stood there, looking wide-eyed at Hermione; she had changed so much. No longer the tidy girl who got straigh A's, and had this impeccable ability for the use of common sense. She had her hair in a sloppy bun ponytail thing, with a touch of blush and just the right amount of eye shadow. Ron wasn't exactly sure if he liked the new Hermione.
"Well Hermione, the guestroom is down the hall and to the right." Marrisa said with this tone and clarity that could break anyone's concentration. As Hermione got up and walked down the hall, she stopped at a big wooden door, with a fog-glassed center. She wasn't able to see through the door, so she opened it. (She must have gotten her sense of adventure from all those years of being around Harry). The room was filled with boxes, and a dresser, plus, believe it or not, a full-size bed. This was Ron and Marrisas room. Not all that interesting to Hermione, so she walked out of the room, and was gently closing the door when she heard Ron and Marrissa arguing over.... Something. "You didn't even ask me, I mean I know it's your choice of who you want as your Maid Of Honor, but 'Mione, honestly, you barely even know her." Ron's voice echoed down the hall. " Maybe I know her better than you think, after all, we did work together at the Minstry, until she got promoted.... Third day on the job..." Marrissa said back, although Hermione wasn't sure if Marrissa meant what she said. "No, you just don't understand, I grew up with Hermione Granger as my best friend, I know her a hell of a lot better than you." At that point, Ron almost ran out of the living room, down the short hall, and right into Hermione.
"So sorry 'Mione, it's just, didn't expect you."
"Didn't, that mean I surprised you?"
"Well, yes, I mean no, I mean, please move." And with that, Ron pushed Hermione to the side and slammed the door behind him, leaving Hermione on her own, because Marrissa was out the door ten minutes ago.
Hermione made herself a pot of tea, and went to bed, trying not to be loud, but at one point almost breaking a glass. Why all of a sudden did she feel so left out? Oh well, she thought, Harry will be arriving in the morning, and she was very excited about that.
Is this right? Should I get married now? Even Percy is still single...then again...
Ron's thoughts jumbled in his head, until finally, he fell asleep.
The next day things started with a jump, a big one. Marrissa, now having a key to Ron's apartment, was there at six AM to wake Ron up, and get him ready for the day. Her things and what not were moved in by 5:00, and Marrissa had pressured Ron into a nice dinner at Gwen's, a Muggle restaurant, right in heart of London.
During dinner, Marrissa says she has something to tell Ron. "I have chosen my briads mates, and my Maid of Honor." Ron nodded, as he knew this was a girl thing, and questions were not to be asked. "I looked up an old friend, she said she would be honored to be in our wedding." Ron again nodded. "She said she would stop by tonight around 9:00. If it's okay, which I said it was, hope you don't mind, she is going to apparate."
Dinner ended and Ron drove Marrissa home, to their home, to their apartment. As soon as they walked in the door, Ron heard a familiar voice say: "Well it's about time you two showed up." Marrisa immediately ran over. "I'm so sorry Hermione; dinner took longer than we would have expected." "And so did snogging." Ron piped in. And well deserved, Marrisa replied with a smack on the shoulder. Ron just stood there, looking wide-eyed at Hermione; she had changed so much. No longer the tidy girl who got straigh A's, and had this impeccable ability for the use of common sense. She had her hair in a sloppy bun ponytail thing, with a touch of blush and just the right amount of eye shadow. Ron wasn't exactly sure if he liked the new Hermione.
"Well Hermione, the guestroom is down the hall and to the right." Marrisa said with this tone and clarity that could break anyone's concentration. As Hermione got up and walked down the hall, she stopped at a big wooden door, with a fog-glassed center. She wasn't able to see through the door, so she opened it. (She must have gotten her sense of adventure from all those years of being around Harry). The room was filled with boxes, and a dresser, plus, believe it or not, a full-size bed. This was Ron and Marrisas room. Not all that interesting to Hermione, so she walked out of the room, and was gently closing the door when she heard Ron and Marrissa arguing over.... Something. "You didn't even ask me, I mean I know it's your choice of who you want as your Maid Of Honor, but 'Mione, honestly, you barely even know her." Ron's voice echoed down the hall. " Maybe I know her better than you think, after all, we did work together at the Minstry, until she got promoted.... Third day on the job..." Marrissa said back, although Hermione wasn't sure if Marrissa meant what she said. "No, you just don't understand, I grew up with Hermione Granger as my best friend, I know her a hell of a lot better than you." At that point, Ron almost ran out of the living room, down the short hall, and right into Hermione.
"So sorry 'Mione, it's just, didn't expect you."
"Didn't, that mean I surprised you?"
"Well, yes, I mean no, I mean, please move." And with that, Ron pushed Hermione to the side and slammed the door behind him, leaving Hermione on her own, because Marrissa was out the door ten minutes ago.
Hermione made herself a pot of tea, and went to bed, trying not to be loud, but at one point almost breaking a glass. Why all of a sudden did she feel so left out? Oh well, she thought, Harry will be arriving in the morning, and she was very excited about that.