The Genius and the Ginger

A Hermione/Ron FanFic

It's destiny, fate, meant to be- Ron and Hermione together forever. However you want to put it, from the moment she stepped into his train compartment, Ronald Weasley fell in love with Hermione Granger. You can shy away from it, but you cannot hide. This is the truth, which we all must face.

I've researched Romione moments throughout the books, and I have written down all the references. Don't like the pairing, don't read, it's as simple as that. I would prefer all honesty in the reviews, but please don't bash simply for the fun of it.

DISCLAIMER: I certainly do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. The story you are about to read is merely my imagination at work.

The Wedding

Take a deep breath, I told myself. It's not like you're studying for an exam or something. This isn't a test. I calmed down a bit at that, but then lost control and thought again. Who are you kidding? This is the best day of your life. Screw it up and you die.

Ron's always told me that I think too much. I've always punched him or made some sarcastic remark, but today, I agreed. My mind was going wild. What if I tripped and ruined my dress? Said 'I don't' instead of what I really felt? Kissed him too wildly in front of the crowd, or ran screaming from the Church right this instant?

I caught a glimpse of flaming red hair and breathed a sigh of relief. Dearest Ginny, here to save me from myself.

"Bloody hell, Hermione, relax, will you? That prat doesn't deserve you, and it's him we have to worry about. He'll have done something stupid within the first minute of the ceremony." I laughed and practically tackled my maid-of-honor. Ginevra Weasley was indeed my best friend, and I was glad to have her with me.

Ginny pulled back from my freakish embrace and looked me up and down. "God, you look gorgeous. I can't even fathom looking like that on my wedding day." "Oh, please, I don't look all that," I rolled my eyes, but smiled thanks. She dragged me over to a mirror. "Thank you, but I believe you do," she fussed, pointing at a girl standing before us. She was wearing a filmy white dress, with thin lacey straps and a full but plain skirt. Basically, she looked like Cinderella, only with loose brown curls instead of blonde ones.

"Told you so," Ginny whispered, and I realized in that moment that the girl in front of us was me, Hermione Jean Granger, soon to be…

"Weasley, get over here, we're starting!" From behind them, Parvati Patil was furiously shaking a lily bouquet in the air above her head, beckoning for Ginny, who was irritably stomping over there in her lilac dress. Luna and Parvati were the bridesmaids.

I bit my lip. The moment was coming. I would soon be the wife of… "Hermione, the ceremony is starting. You should hurry. The snorkacks love to nibble on the toes of hovering brides," Luna called. I felt my eyes widen and I rushed over to the traditional place of a new bride- her father's side. I don't know why I was worried about snorkacks, being that they were entirely fictional (at least, as far as I was concerned), but my stomach fluttered as I gripped my father's arm.

He, of course, didn't notice. He still wasn't quite the same ever since I repealed the memory charm. At times, I believe he still thought he was Wendell Wilkins. Ordinarily I would have been slightly offended, but I didn't even notice his distance then. I was too worked up, worrying about snorkacks and getting married.

The music started, but my heart stopped. The procession began, and I started to hyperventilate. All of a sudden, I felt a hand on my arm. I looked up, and my father was smiling down at me. "Ready?" he asked. In that moment, I summoned up enough courage to control myself and smile back. That moment was one that I would cherish in my later years.

And we were off. I carefully paced my steps, and my father did surprisingly well. We didn't stumble or trip even once. He was cheery and all smiles as we walked down the aisle, which I was pleased about, because I myself was nearer to tears than I had been all day. I put up a grin and managed to present all those who caught my eye with a grin. Mrs. Weasley was bawling already, but my mother stood tall and resolute. I had never seen her shed a single tear in all my life, so I didn't expect her to today.

All the family was there, all our friends. It lovely. The Church was decked out with flowers everywhere, and the jolly old priest who would be giving us our vows perfected the picture. I looked over at Harry and smiled. Almost began to laugh, he looked. I didn't blame him. This scenario was a little funny, since it was finally happening. But I was incapable of laughing at this point, for as my eyes left Harry, I saw him.

My soon-to-be husband. Gosh, how long had I waited for this moment? Too long; but he would be all mine in a few minutes. Mine to keep and hold, love and cherish, until death do us part…

The whole congregation was staring at me, and I realized that I'd been daydreaming through the whole first part of the ceremony. I flushed and looked anxiously around the crowd, but then caught another glimpse of his eyes and firmly told the priest, "I do."

The vows were repeated for my dearest, and when he said, "I do," my heart fluttered. He really did love me. After all those quarrels, sarcastic remarks, my bossy nature and his pig-headedness, he still loved me. The priest announced us husband and wife, and Ron Weasley kissed me.

The crowd cheered. Clapping and tears, smiles and concealed emotions, I saw it all amidst our family and friends. We descended the stairs hand in hand and made our way outside, where we apparated to the reception, to be alone for a few minutes before everyone came.

It was at the Burrow, so there were plenty of places in which to get some quality time. He carried me up to his bedroom and set me on the bed, then made sure the door was locked and sat on a chair near me. His face was cradled in his hands.

"Ron, what's wrong?" I asked. He looked up at me, and I saw tears glistening in his eyes. "I can't believe it," he muttered. I was in utter shock. "You can't believe we're really married, that's what you mean?" I asked. He nodded and gave a little smile. I was about to cry too when he squeezed my hand and whispered, "We did it. We finally did it. After all these years, you're finally mine." I threw myself onto his shoulder and really did cry then, but tears of joy. He held me, but after a few minutes of hysterics forced me off of him and laughed. "God, Hermione, don't spoil your makeup. Mum will be here shortly, and if you're flawed in any way, she'll never forgive you."

We apparated to the entrance hall and waited until we heard George announce us. Then we ran out into the front yard holding hands and showing our toothy grins. Applause came, along with cheers, and then the real fun started. We danced.

Under the moonlight, to "You and Me" by a Muggle band called Lifehouse. I loved Muggle music, and Ron was only happy to oblige once he learned the lyrics. I could have sworn he was singing them softly as we twirled around, but the moment was so perfect, I didn't feel like asking.

After our dance, my father came out. I thought it would be a sentimental moment, but once the music started, I knew I would never dance a solemn dance with my father. "Everybody Dance Now" was not very romantic, or solemn. He did the robot, the jerk, and many other popular dances in front of everyone, and soon everyone joined. The next serious song came when Ron danced with his sister and I with Harry.

"It's about time," he said quietly. I laughed. "I agree," I assented. "Too long have I waited." Harry smirked. "That bloke's really lucky." I smiled tenderly. "You know, so is Ginny." Before another word could be exchanged between us, we were interrupted by Ron and Ginny, who had come to steal away their rightful partners.

It was a blessed night, one that I hoped would never end, because it was being shared with my husband, my Ronald Weasley.

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