Hi everybody. This is my first FanFic, and although I'm excited I'm also pretty nervous. I'm really bad at making long chapters, and I'm sorry, but the chapters are all gonna be pretty short. *I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER*
Ella
It was the night before their wedding day. Ron and Hermione's, that is. Ron was at the Leaky Cauldron with Harry and all of his other school mates, because of his bachelor party. Hermione was sitting on her bed at home, Ginny trying to calm her nerves a bit. "But, what if I freeze up and stuff?" She cried anxiously, her eyes fixed on the wedding dress hanging in her closet. She had opened the door to admire it, when reality had sunken in. Ginny smiled, "Hermione, remember when I thought the same thing before my wedding? Remember what you told me?" Hermione looked at Ginny, nodding slightly. "Well," Ginny continued, "Tomorrow morning, remember why it's a special day. You're marrying Ron, and that's not something to be nervous about. I know you're scared, but I'm telling you. It's going to be fine, alright?" Hermione looked at the wedding dress once more then back at Ginny. "You're right," she said, "I'm being silly. I shouldn't be scared." Ginny laughed softly. "It's alright to be scared," Ginny said, "But just remember who you're marrying. You can be scared, but there's not a reason to be." Hermione laughed and nodded. "I guess you're right about that."
A few minutes later Hermione's mother, Helen, came in. She smiled and looked at the girls. "Hungry?" Hermione grinned and nodded, then looked at Ginny, who smiled back. "Of course," Hermione said as she stood. Helen led the girls to the kitchen and they sat down at the table. "Your father told me he wanted to leave us girls alone tonight," she said while putting warm stew into bowls. She chuckled softly, setting the bowls in front of them. "I think he just wanted a good excuse to go to the pub tonight. That's where he's at, I'm sure of it." Both of the girls laughed, and a few moments later Hermione looked up at her mother. "Mum… Forgetting something?" Helen looked around, and then she shook her head slightly. "What do you... Oh!" She laughed, "Spoons!" Hermione and Ginny laughed again, while Helen set two spoons on the table. "There you are," she said, still chuckling.
The girls ate, Ginny telling Hermione and Helen all about 1-month old James. "Soon enough, that will be you, Hermione," said Helen, "Telling us all about your little baby." Hermione blushed slightly. "Mum, I told you. I'm not sure if Ron wants kids." Ginny looked at Hermione and frowned. "Hermione, don't be daft. Have you seen the way Ron plays with James? It's obvious he loves kids." Hermione sighed and looked at the ground. "I… I know. But what if he doesn't want kids… With me?" Helen set her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Oh, darling." Ginny looked at the clock. "Wow, it's that time already?" she said, knowing that Hermione and Helen needed time alone. "I better get going," she continued. "James is probably giving his babysitter a headache," she said while standing.
After Hermione had shown Ginny out, she want to her room and closed the door. She lied on her bed, watching the fan spin like she did when she was little. A few minutes later, she found herself sub-consciously tracing the scar on her forearm, when Mrs. Granger knocked on her door. "Honey? Can I come in?" Hermione thought for a moment, although whether her mother could come in or not was not what she was thinking about. "Yeah," she said after a few seconds of silence. Mrs. Granger came in and sat next to Hermione. "Hey, you," she said. Hermione looked at her. "Hey," she replied. Hermione looked back up at the fan, discreetly pulling her sleeve over her scar once more. She hadn't let her parents see the scar, because she was ashamed of it. It was nearly always burning and causing her pain. She didn't know what to do about it, and some nights she cried herself to sleep because it hurt so badly. Hermione often woke up in the night because of terrible nightmares of Bellatrix Lestrange hurting her. She hoped that being with Ron every night would stop the nightmares.
