Disclaimer: Harry Potter's not mine...blah, blah, blah...

Author's note: Oi!I'm back with a new story. This story happened after HBP. It's Hermione's PoV and...er...that's it.R&R!


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Chapter One: The Wedding

Everyone was excited. They were all wearing smiles on their faces.

It was Bill and Fleur's wedding. I couldn't believe such an event like this could still happen even though a threat like Voldemort still lurks around. But I think that everyone forced themselves to forget him for even just a while for the sake of Bill and Fleur. We are in the Burrow's garden, dressed in gold dress robes (Fleur got what she wanted), waiting for the bride-to-be to arrive.

I could see Bill standing anxiously beside Rufus Scrimgeour who was going to conduct the ceremony. Bill was wearing half a mask to conceal the permanent damage of his face. As we all know, Bill was attacked by Fenrir Greyback a few months ago when he was not in his werewolf form. The effects are still quite unknown. Bill's now quite fond of eating – er – extra-raw meat, and he became a bit hairy. But aside from that, he's still the same.

I turned to my right and saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasley talking. Mrs. Weasley was very agitated. She's very nervous for her son's wedding and nobody could calm her down.

"It's just – I can't seem to calm down!" she exclaimed, her voice was high pitched.

"It'll be alright, Molly dear," Mr. Weasley told her for the fifth time that day. He saw me staring at them and he gave me a smile. "Bill and Fleur love each other."

At that, Mrs. Weasley burst into tears. "My son," she sobbed, "My son!"

"She'll get over it soon."

I turned around and saw Harry standing behind me, smiling at the scene before him. He was wearing the same black tuxedo Mr. Weasley was wearing.

"Oh hi, Harry!" I greeted him and gave him a warm hug. "Where's Ron?"

"He's still in his room," Harry replied. "He's nervous about something. I don't know what it is."

"I bet he's nervous about the wedding like Mrs. Weasley.

"Maybe," he said, unconvinced. Then he stared at me and smiled.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"Nothing," he said, shaking his head. "You just look good today."

I blushed. Suddenly I became conscious on how I looked. "Don't let Ginny hear you say that. She might get jealous."

Harry sighed, a sad look in his eyes. "No she won't."

"How come you said that?"

But before Harry could answer, Ron came looking pale.

"Where is she?" Ron asked, looking around. "Is she here yet?"

"If you're talking about Fleur, she's not yet here," Harry answered. "But I bet she'll be here any minute now."

"Good," he nodded and turned to Hermione. "Hermione, can I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure. Speak up," I told him.

"Er --"

He looked at Harry, trying to tell him something without talking. Harry seemed to get his message because he said 'oh' and left us alone.

"Okay, what is it that you want, Ron?" I inquired, quite annoyed at him. I don't know why.

"Er..."

"What?"

He took a deep breath and muttered, "Doyouwanttogooutwithme?"

"Excuse me?"

"I said," he turned like the color of his hair. "Do you want to go out with me – er – sometime?"

I stared at him. Did he just asked me out?

"I – I mean – it's okay if you don't want to. I – I quite understand," he stammered, looking at his feet. He was now all scarlet.

"Oh – I –"

I don't know what to say. Should I?

"Okay," I finally answered.

He looked at me in disbelief. "Really?"

"Yeah. I guess so." I started feeling hot in the face.

"Okay," he said, unable to hide his happiness. "How about tomorrow?"

I was too stunned so I just answered 'yes.'

"See you tomorrow then," he kissed me on the cheek and strutted back in the house."

I sighed. So this is the start of my love story, I thought and smiled to myself. I like Ron very much and I was really happy because he summoned the strength to do that.

Then I look around. I saw Ginny and Harry in a tight embrace. I imagine myself in Ron's arms.

Now we're quite even...

But somehow, I felt a slight twinge of jealousy on the sight of both of them.