Thanks to all who reviewed before the re-post!

Okay, this story is dedicated to my cousin, John, of whom I was Instant Messaging with when this story idea hit me. Although he has no idea what this so-called 'idea' was, (seeing as he's never even picked up a copy of "Prisoner of Azkaban") this story is devoted to him.


Memories

She was nervous.

For the first time in 10 years, Hermione Granger was nervous.

No, scratch that. She was terrified beyond all belief.

Talk about the understatement of the century.

Why, you may ask, was Hermione Granger, the brightest witch Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had ever seen, in her train wreck of a state?

It was simple: Today was her Wedding Day. You'd be nervous too? Right? Right? RIGHT? Sorry, Hermione seems to be kicking into my thoughts.

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"Are you quite sure that the florists brought peach flowers?" Hermione Granger asked a very irritated Ginny Weasley, "Because they looked a bit on the pink side to me!"

Ginny was beginning to regret accepting the position of Maid of Honor. "Yes, Hermione! Now sit down so that Parvati can do your make-up!"

Hermione sighed, but obediently sat down on the crimson pouf in front of the white-painted vanity.

"I'm sorry Gin," said Hermione, her voice cracking, "but I'm just – just – oh, forget it. It's silly, really." Parvati began to apply some blush to her face.

"What? You can tell me Hermione," said Ginny, kneeling down beside her best friend, which was an amazing feat, considering the fact that she was wearing pure peach-colored dress robes. Not exactly the easiest thing to stretch in.

"I'm afraid," Hermione murmured, "that Ron will leave me at the altar…"

"Oh, 'Mione," Ginny laughed, "Ron's the one that should be worried about that. You sly girl, you!"

Hermione found it in herself to shakily laugh along. "You're probably right. I'm just being stupid."

"That a girl," said Ginny smiling. "It's your wedding day! Smile!"

And so Hermione did.

Ginny grinned back, and stated, "I'm going to re-check the seating arrangements. You stick here, and please just compromise with Parvati on your make up just this once!"

Parvati beamed at Ginny as she slid out the door.

Hermione examined herself in the vanity mirror. Her hair was in a fancy up-do. It looked like something out of a storybook, though slightly resembled the style of that during the Yule Ball in her fourth year.

She bear a pearl-encrusted tiara upon her head, with a veil gently floating down from it.

Her wedding dress had thin spaghetti straps, and was a solid white with a light streak of sequins right along the edge of the waist-line.

Parvati worked silently and intently on Hermione's eye liner, leaving Hermione to her own thoughts.

In doing so, her mind seemed to slip into a trance of some sort.

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"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it then."

She hadn't expected him to be very good, but he was awfully cute.

Not that she'd ever admit that.

"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,

Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."

Just as she had assumed, he hadn't been very good, and she nearly giggled. But she was too mature for giggling. Wasn't she?

As she had introduced herself, she noticed that he barely looked at her all the while, except for the stunned face that she received from both him and the other boy at the end of her introduction.

As she approached their cabin later, secretly just to see the ginger-haired boy again, she was disappointed to find that he didn't care in the slightest why she was there.

"Can we help you with something?"

As she left the compartment, she seemed to have tears pricking ever so lightly at the back of her eyes. She turned back around for one solitary moment, just catching his glare.

"And you've got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?"

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Yet, she wouldn't let him get to her…

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got it on pure talent."

"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood."

She had remembered the instant uproar, and Ron pulling his wand out of his robes.

"You'll pay for that one, Malfoy!"

Even as the curse backfired, she couldn't help but feel a surge of pride in Ron.

And she thought that for maybe the first time in his life, he did care.

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Sure, they'd still had their rows…

"The Dog was probably just a stray."

"Hermione, if Harry's seen a Grim that's – that's bad. My – my Uncle Bilius saw one and – and he died twenty-four hours later!"

"Coincidence."

"You don't know what you're talking about! Grims scare the living daylights out of most wizards!"

"There you are, then. They see the Grim and die of fright. The Grim's not an omen; it's the cause of death! And Harry's still with us because he's not stupid enough to see one and think, right, well, I'd better kick the bucket then!"

She thought she had proven him wrong, as he seemed speechless.

"I think Divination seems very woolly. A lot of guesswork, if you ask me."

She had guessed wrong. He seemed to have regained use of his voice.

"There was nothing woolly about the Grim in that cup!"

"You didn't seem so confident when you were telling Harry it was a sheep."

"Professor Trelawney said you didn't have the right aura! You just don't like being bad at something for a change!"

He had hit a nerve there.

"If being good at Divination means I have to pretend to see death omens in a lump of tea leaves, I'm not sure I'll be studying it much longer!"

But they always seemed to get through it…

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"Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic? And he's supposed to be our teacher!"

Malfoy always riled her up. He still would, had he not been in Azkaban.

And this is why Malfoy picked the wrong day to mess with her. Especially with exams going on.

She gathered all her loathing of him over the years into her head, and with all of her strength, slapped him right across the face.

"Done you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul – you evil –"

"Hermione!"

Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no! Ron would not take her out of this one. Malfoy had it coming to him. "Get off, Ron!"

She had gone to pull out her wand, but with satisfaction, saw Malfoy running away as fast as humanly possible.

"Hermione!"

That was the first time he'd ever seemed impressed by her, and it gave her a tingling feeling in her stomach. Not even one that she could explain…

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He had infuriated her!

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?"

Viktor had been nothing but a gentleman and Ron had been exceptionally rude.

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"Next time there's a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!"

She hadn't meant to say that at all. She had meant to tell him that it was her life, and he had no say in it. She had not at all meant to let that slip. However, she seemed to have shocked him.

She had turned on her heel, and run up the girl's staircase, partly out of fury, partly out of embarrassment.

She had just closed the door in time to her Ron sputter, "Well, well – that just proves – completely missed the point –"

She thought, on the other hand, that she had taken the point much better than he had…

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The squabbles came after that…

"Ron, you are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfortune to meet!"

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He was still uncaring…

"Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon, Ronald, doesn't mean we all have!"

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Though, she still tried to reason with him…

"We're allowed to bring guests, and I was going to ask you to come, but if you think it's that stupid then I won't bother."

She was aware that she was coloring, and desperately tried to hide it by looking down.

He looked absolutely dumbfounded.

"You were going to ask me?"

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But he was always there for her…

He held her as she cried during Dumbledore's funeral, and wiped her tears away.

She remembers the warmth of his hands in hers, and the soft skin of his neck that she nuzzled her own head into…

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"Hermione!"

This call woke her from her thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Are you ready?" asked Luna dreamily, "because Ginny asked me to come get you."

She didn't respond, but instead gathered her bouquet and stood, and for the first time that day, gave a genuine smile.

She knew, as she stepped onto that aisle to see the man that she loved so much, she would also see that ginger-haired boy from all of those years ago.

Except this time, he was smiling back…


So, what did you think? Opinions are wanted! Boy, I had to search the entire house to gather all of my books!

I want to know if you guys think that I should do a sequel with Ron's point-of-view. Let me know!

Please, please, please review!

Tata for now,

Tara