Hermione was walking down the aisle.
Through the veil she saw two small girls throw flowers on the ground. Both of them wore a pink dress that made them look like the princess barbies from Hermione's childhood. Both sides of the aisle were crowded with people turned around and facing her. She tried to sort out her family and friends but they seemed to be too far away.
Walking slowly, she looked down at herself. The dress was mesmerizing. It was of a creamy white color, tastily draped with lace from the chest and down. She noticed the shoes. She knew she'd never worn heels like that. They were at least four or five inches with lace and white pearls covering them. The shoes were tied to her ankle with another white lace but this one had a shade of light pink in them.
Hermione looked beautiful.
Suddenly her feet came to a halt. She had reached her destination. In front of her stood a priest she didn't recognize and slowly, slowly she turned around to face the man next to her. She could feel everybody looking at them, watching the love spiral between them but she couldn't see his face through the veil. She felt something grab the veil and pulling up over her head.
Hermione took her eyes off the floor and looked up, prepared to face the love of her life. She opened her mouth to scream when she saw the big black hole where his face should've been and suddenly everything started to spin. The colors surrounding her turned grey and she fell.
"Oh my god."
Hermione opened her eyes and found herself staring right into her pillow. What had just happened? Weirdest dream ever. And yet she could feel the goosebumps on her skin.
"Weird and scary. And real" she said out loud.
She turned around and stayed there for a while, just staring up on the ceiling. She slowly drifted away towards sleep again when there was a loud bang from the kitchen. Like it had burst her safety bubble, Hermione could hear thousand different noises outside the bedroom. Crap. She turned to look at the clock on her nightstand and sat up on the side of the bed. She knew what day it was today. Wednesday July 12. The day she had longed and earned to for almost a year now.
She went up to get her robe and opened the bedroom door. Outside, pure chaos was taking its place. Strangers were running everywhere, holding everything from flower decorations to chairs and tables. There was one guy who held something that actually looked like a fridge.
"Wizards", Hermione muttered. Her thoughts were interrupted when there was a scream behind her.
"DAAARLING!"
Oh no. It was far too early in the morning for this. Hermione put on a forced smile and went to greet Mrs Weasley who was literally storming towards her. They hugged for what seemed like ages before she would let Hermione go.
"Oh honey, where have you been?" she said while taking a step back to look Hermione up and down. "And why aren't you dressed? Haven't you showered yet? Merlin, why are you just standing there?"
Mrs Weasley took a firm grip of Hermione's arm and shoved her towards the bathroom. An adventure that lasted about 15 minutes since none of them could find their way in this enormous mansion.
"Everybody's waiting for you! Ginny and Luna are doing their hair and you mom is talking – or more like arguing – with the minister. Apparently he has, for some odd reason, changed to the muggle speech instead of the regular wizard one. What a squib, right?" At this point Hermione had stopped listening so she just nodded and made a mmhhmm sound. Good enough, she thought as the over-excited lady next to her started talking again.
"Mrs Weasl-"
"Dear, you've got to call me Molly! I think we're at that stage of our relationship, don't you?"
Hermione smiled vaguely at this failed attempt of a joke.
"Molly, I actually need to shower now so maybe you could wait outside?"
After a ton of excuses and a little more gossip Hermione could finally find herself alone in the huge bathroom. While she filled the bathtub with water she went to look at herself in the mirror. She noticed the black circles below her eyes and realized she really hadn't been able to sleep very well the last few nights. Nerves, probably. But yet she couldn't get rid of that itchy feeling in her stomach. She felt like her unconscious was trying to tell her something, she just couldn't understand what. Thinking it would pass sooner or later she slid down the bathtub.
She was not moving until she had become her normal self again.