by: Heather-Bether
The day could not have been
better for a wedding. The sky was bluer than blue, and the clouds whiter
than white.
Ginny looked down at
her robes, self-consciously. "Ron," she whispered to her brother, grabbing
his arm. He turned and looked at her. "Do I look all right?"
He grinned. "You look
fine Ginny! Relax." He ran a hand though his hair. "I, on the other hand,
could be mistaken for a Christmas candle."
Ginny giggled. "Oh Ron!"
She looked at his dark green robes. "Well, maybe we could just put a hat
over your hair…"
"Oh, don't you dare cover
up that Weasley hair!"
The two Weasley's turned
and searched for the body belonging to the voice. Ron grinned. "Hullo Hermione,"
he said to the brown-haired woman walking up to them.
She smiled at him. "Hello
Ron." She studied him for a minute. He looked very good. Very, very good.
He was as tall as ever, of course. His hair hadn't changed at all either.
Her eyes wondered down his body. She lingered on his arms. He must be practicing
Quidditch more often, she thought, smiling to herself. He stood proud nowadays.
With his chest strong and his legs at a powerful stance, he looked quite
intimidating.
"Hermione?" Ginny said,
waving her hand in front of her face. "Are you all right?"
She nodded, blinking
a few times. "Yes," she said, smiling. "I'm fine."
Ron looked around them.
"Seen Harry?"
Hermione shook her head.
"No, I haven't. I just arrived. I only found you because of you hair."
She smiled, reaching up to touch it.
He smirked and seized
her arm. "Now, now. Don't do that." He pulled her closer. His face was
inches from hers. As he exhaled, his warm breath caused Hermione to shiver.
Ginny coughed uncomfortably.
Hermione looked over at her, and Ron quickly dropped his grip on his friend.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking quite red around his ears.
Hermione brushed a lock
of her hair back. "Do you think we should go in?" she said, gesturing towards
the church.
Ginny nodded. "Yes, we
should." She walked ahead of her brother and Hermione, not wishing to see
him trip of his own feet as he stared at her.
Ron, however, did manage
to keep his feet on the ground and be charming all the while.
Hermione began to follow
Ginny towards the church, but Ron cleared his throat and held out his arm
for her. She smiled at him. "Oh, since when did you become a gentleman?"
She asked, looping her arm though his.
He pretended to look
hurt. "I thought I was always a gentleman to you."
"Ha!" She said, nearly
choking due to shock. "You? A gentleman to me?" He nodded at her. "No,
no Ron. Calling me a know-it-all and bookworm was not gentleman-like. Nor
was complaining that all I ever did was study."
He shrugged. "Other than
that."
She screwed her face
up in thought. "Well, that left Christmas and occasionally my birthday,
that is if you even remembered it."
He scoffed. "I have always
remembered your birthday!"
Ginny turned around and
laughed. "Are you kidding? You don't even remember my birthday."
"That's because you are
my sister. I don't care."
Ginny squinted at him
before turning back around. Hermione however looked up at Ron. "So, you
care when it's my birthday?"
"Of course," he said,
with out a thought.
She smiled to herself
as they entered the church. She looked around. "Oh, goodness," she said,
sighing. "Look at the windows."
Ron nodded. "Gorgeous,
isn't it?"
She looked at the stain
glass windows closely. "Is that… Dumbledore?"
Ron looked up to where
she was pointing. "Yes, I think so." He glanced down out at her and noticed
she furrowed her brow as she looked at the window. "They put famous wizards
and witches up there," he said leaning down so she could hear him whisper.
"Oh, I didn't know that."
Ron gasped. "You're joking?"
He shook his head. "That little fact wasn't in one of those millions of
books you read? Are you sure that the whole of Hogwarts library didn't
have at least twenty books on magical churches?"
She rolled her eyes.
"You can't just leave me alone about that for at least one day?"
He shook his head. "No,
of course not." He smiled at her and squeezed her arm. "I'm joking. I'll
stop."
She nodded. "Thank you."
"Well, well, don't you
two look cute!"
Ron looked up and groaned.
Hermione smiled at the woman standing in front of them.
"Hello Parvati," Hermione
said cheerfully.
"It's so nice to see
you! And you too, Ron," she added, looking at the tall redhead. She grinned.
"I wouldn't be surprised if it were you two who were up there next!" She
said pointed to the front of the church.
Hermione's cheeks flushed,
and Ron's ears turned red.
Parvati giggled. She
swung her dress robes. "Lavender thought that red would look good on me.
What do you think?" She said, quietly to Hermione.
"Yes, you look very nice,"
she said, smiling weakly.
Parvati beamed. "Thank
you." She turned as she heard her name being called. "I ought to go. See
you two at the reception?"
Hermione nodded, and
with that Parvati ran off. Ron let out a sigh.
"I think your robes look
better," he said softly. He looked down at her dark blue dress robes that
sparkled in the light. "Your hair looks different…"
She nodded. "Yes, I'm
sure it does. In fact, it should. I straightened it." She sighed dramatically.
"My mother thought it was horrid of me to do such a thing to my hair. She
says that I should be happy with what God gave me."
Ron nodded. "I always
liked your hair."
She smiled. "Thank you."
Ron couldn't believe
how daring he was. He told her he liked her robes more than Parvati's and
that he liked her hair. What is wrong with me? He couldn't help
it though. She looked so stunning. With her dark dress robes and her hair
up in an elegant twist with tendrils cascading down, she looked like an
angel to him. He noticed a certain silver necklace around her neck.
"You still wear that?"
He asked, pointed to her neck.
She felt the necklace
as if she had to remember what she was wearing. "Oh," she blushed, "yes,
I do."
He nodded. "Oh, you like
it that much, huh?"
"It means something to
me," she said quietly.
Ron felt his heart skip
a beat. "It does?"
She nodded shyly. "Of
course, it does."
He tightened his arm around
hers, smiling to himself. She pulled him towards a pew. "My feet are killing
me," she whispered.
He laughed. "Already?"
She plopped down pushing
her feet out before herself, and he sat next to her.
"I wore," she said, pulling
her foot up onto his knee, "the most uncomfortable shoes I own."
"Why?" He said, laughing.
He looked down at her shoes. Her feet were adorned with a pair of black
high heels with shiny black straps. Ron noted that they were extremely
skinny straps and wondered how the shoes even stayed on her feet with only
3 straps.
"Oh, because that's what
we woman do," she said pulling her foot down from his leg, as if it were
something quiet self-explanatory. Ron furrowed his brow. "They are nice
looking. That's all that matters when we dress. Of course, I only follow
that rule for special occasions."
"Ah… of course," Ron
said, smirking. "I wear what's comfortable."
"Oh no… please don't
tell me…"
He lifted his leg so his robes
fell back.
"Oh Ron!" she said, trying
hard not to laugh. "Sneakers?"
He nodded, as he put
his leg down. She shook her head. "What? It's not as if everyone can see
them. It will just be our little secret, eh?"
"Oh, you're not even
going to tell me, huh?"
Hermione smiled as Ron answered. "Oh, you
really want to know, do you Potter?" He turned around and grinned at Harry.
"I've got sneakers on. Didn't bother getting any fancy shoes."
Harry nodded. "Sirius
made me. He told me I wasn't to look like a prat like he did at my parents'
wedding."
"See Hermione!" He said,
gently hitting her shoulder. "I'm not the only one."
She rolled her eyes.
Harry smiled at her. "You look very nice Hermione."
"Thank you," she said,
smiling back at him.
At the front of the church,
the wizard who was going to perform the ceremony cleared his throat loudly.
Ron and Hermione scooted over so Harry could sit down. Ginny appeared at
Hermione's other side and let out a sigh. She nodded towards Fred and George
who had just sat down beside her.
They were looking rather
mischievous, as usual. Hermione smiled at Fred as he looked over. He raised
his eyebrows at her and grinned.
She hadn't realized that
she still had her arm around Ron's own. She felt her face flush as Fred's
eyes lingered on her and Ron's entwined arms.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The ceremony began with
a lovely song that Dean had written for Seamus and Lavender when they told
them they were to be married. Hermione and Ginny got teary-eyed, of course,
as Lavender walked down the isle in her white robes with gold trim.
As Lavender said her
vows to Seamus, her dress began to change colors. From white to light pink,
to pastel yellow, and then to light blue, her dress faded. Ginny nudged
Hermione and jerked her head towards Fred and George. They grinned at their
sister and Hermione.
Hermione shook her head
as she turned back to watch Seamus give his vows. His voice was steady,
but his hands seemed to be shaking terribly.
Ron smiled, and moved
his hand so it brushed Hermione's. She looked up at him, searching for
some clue in his face whether he meant to do that or it was just a slip.
He kept his head forward,
but watched her out of the corner of his eye. When she had finally looked
back up towards Seamus and Lavender, he slipped his hand over hers. She
didn't looked at him, but she flipped her hand over so they were palm to
palm. He intertwined their fingers and pulled their hands between their
legs, so no one would make a big deal about it.
Ron had admitted to himself
that he had feelings for Hermione, other than platonic ones. He spent the
last 6 months trying to pluck up the courage to tell her. Now, finally
he had gotten the chance to tell her. He decided that he would take it
slow: drop a few hints and show a bit of affection towards her.
Seamus finished his vows,
and he slipped her ring onto her finger. She had begun to cry, and he wiped
the tears away with a swipe of his hand. He then he swooped down and kissed
her softly on the lips.
Hermione smiled. Ron
grinned and squeezed her hand. He chanced a sideways glance at her. She
was staring dreamily at the couple, letting out a little sigh. He looked
back at his two old classmates, and hoped that he would be in that position
soon.
Harry had looked over
and watched as Ron peeked at Hermione. He would have thought nothing of
it at any other moment, but this was different. He looked down and saw
that Ron and Hermione were holding hands. He couldn't help but smile inwardly
with a roll of his eyes and a shake of the head.
The couple parted and
turned to their family and friends. The crowd cheered politely. Fred and
George whooped loudly, causing Ginny to cover her face and shake her head.
Soon, everyone was standing as the newly-weds walked back down the isle.
Ron and Hermione reluctantly stood up and let go of each other so they
could clap.
Harry looked at Ron and
grinned. His friend, misunderstanding, smiled back. Hermione craned her
neck around the two men to see the fleeting backs of the couple.
A/N: Another one of my sappy Ron and Hermione fics. This is one of probably 3 chapters. I might squish it all into 2 chapters, who knows!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this! So
don't sue me!