Before the Wedding

Hi everyone! I've decided to do a multi-chapter fic on moments between Ron and Hermione over years 1-7. This first one's a short one, but hopefully you'll like it.

MoonliteShdow

On the morning of Bill and Fleur's wedding, the Burrow awoke to the sound of furious pounding on the door of a certain pair of mischievous twins.

'Fred! George? Have you two got my tie, I'll...'

Fred opened the door and grinned widely up at his youngest brother, who was standing looking quite mad, his hair sticking out all over, wearing a pair of trousers and an open shirt. This sight was amusing enough, without Ron furiously waving his fist in Fred's face like an old geezer from a western.

'Now why little brother, would you assume we've got your tie?' Fred grinned, contradicting his words with his action.

'Yeah. Harry's the one sharing your room and we don't see you pointing your wand at him...' George added, sounding even less innocent than his counterpart.

'Harry doesn't do things like that,' Ron stated, as though the idea of Harry purposefully hiding someone's tie was ridiculous.

'No he's way too noble to steal peoples ties aren't you Harry?' Fred said, knowing Harry was in the next room.

'Don't bring my name into this!' Harry replied, loudly.

'What about Hermione? Could it be her doing?' George pretended to tap his chin thoughtfully.

'That's an even stupider suggestion!' Ron said.

'Is it?' Fred raised his eyebrows and grinned at George knowingly.

'Alright...' Ron put his hand to his forehead in exasperation. 'I know you've got it – just give it back and Bill doesn't need to know that his ushers are fighting.'

'Oh you're no fun Ronnie. Here...' George produced the tie from his pocket and wrapped it around Ron's head. 'Have some!'

Ron ripped the tie off his head furiously, tripped over one of Fred and George's boxes and fell flat on his back with his shirt wide open in the middle of the hallway.

Unfortunately this happened to be the moment when Hermione walked out of Ginny's bedroom, dressed in her normal clothes.

'Morning Hermione!' said Fred cheerfully, as an incredibly awkward silence descended over the landing.

'Hermione?' Ron propped himself up on his elbows, startled.

Hermione's eyes were taking in the rise and fall of his bare chest.

'Oh!... Morning...' she said, breathlessly.

Ron seemed momentarily stunned, then quickly jumped up, fastening his shirt and muttering.

'Er... so I need to get ready for... for the wedding... see you later.'

And with that he practically ran into his bedroom, slamming the door.

'You know Fred, the only time I saw him move faster than that was last year on the back garden when Mum asked him if he'd got a girlfriend, do you remember?'

'Oh yeah!' Fred grinned. 'Apparently he's quite good at jumping hedges our Ronnie...'

Hermione actually giggled and descended the stairs.

As soon as she disappeared, Ron came out of his room fully clothed, followed by Harry.

He rounded quickly on Harry.

'Did you see her look at me?'

Harry shook his head and put his hands up; this was one situation he wasn't getting involved in if he could help it.

'What's up Ron? Did she see your pygmy puff tattoo?' said George, winking at Harry.

Ron threw a stray sock at George's face, which fell over the banister and instead, landed on Charlie's, who was about to shout up the stairs to announce breakfast.

'Oi! What's going on up there? I hope you lot aren't fighting!' Charlie's voice echoed up the staircase.

'No it's alright Charlie, it's just Ron trying to assassinate everyone. He thinks if we're all out of the way, he'll get to be Best Man,' Fred replied, seriously.

'Stop being mad and get down the stairs. Mum says breakfast's ready!'

'Come on,' muttered Ron to Harry, unsure as to whether he could face Hermione in anything more than a badly lit room again.