Well… you asked for it. Here it is… chappy 1… tell me if you liked it or not… please!
Love is in the air
Chapter 1: Wedding days and Mondays always make me cry
It was late. She wasn't really used to being awake till those hours. She was, however, quite excited. The news about her best friend's wedding had arrived by owl post only a couple of days ago. She couldn't believe 10 years had passed since the summer Harry and Ginny had started dating. And now they were getting married. Well… not now… now… but in three weeks.
She was working as an Auror, as so did her former boyfriend Ronald Weasley. Former because they weren't dating anymore, eventhough they saw each other on a daily basis.
She stretched her hand far enough to reach her night table. She wanted to re read the invitation and the letter as well.
Over the envelope of the first one you could read: "Miss Hermione Granger + 1".
On the inside a rectangular shaped paper said:
Mr. Harry Potter
And
Miss Virginia Weasley
Invite you to their wedding
Which will celebrate at "The Burrow!
On March, Saturday 13th.
RSVP 15 days before the wedding.
-Its been really 4 years since their engagement party?- She asked to herself out loud. Nobody was around to hear her; she felt so alone sometimes. The events of the engagement party ran through her mind, but she didn't really want to think about that at the moment because her heart wasn't strong enough to deal with hidden heart breaks at the moment.
They were friends now, right? Right? Just friends, like at the beginning. Well… not entirely like at the beginning, actually, because neither of them had never been quite the same after their break up. How can you possibly recover from loosing the love of your life? The one that you know for sure that's your other half? Your perfect match?
They moved on; they did date other people but no one as special as themselves.
God knows how many times Ron had passed in front of Hermione with a perfect girl by his side only to make her jealous. And he himself had lost the equation on how many guys had asked Hermione out eventhough she thought she was "the ugly on at the Auror Department".
Hermione decided to read Harry's letter one more time:
Dear 'Mione,
How are you? We're fine as you may well know on our way to the altar.
Ginny here was wondering if you'd like to be her maid of honour. You could come and stay with us at "The Burrow" a week earlier to arrange the dress details and other girly stud. She asks if you still have Florence weddings' colourful dress. She tells me she knows you do. ´
Pity that didn't work, though. I mean… Florence and George really did seem pretty meant to be. Bet they still love each other with every bone of their bodies.
…talking about couples that self sabotage their relationship, how's Ron doing? Is he seeing someone? I mean, of course, omitting the casual shag. Are you seeing anyone, for that matter? Or are you still hiding under those black books, you'll be looking like Snape if you don't do something soon. And I mean it when I say "SOON". We'll talk about this later, next time you come.
So I guess we'll be seeing pretty much of you…
Kisses,
HARRY and Ginny.
Hermione giggled. Harry had written his name at least twice as big as his fiancée. Was Quidditch fame really getting to him? She didn't think so but couldn't help giggling.
-Oh, Ron! Your shadow chases me still. Why can't you get out of my life? - She asked out loud.
-Be careful on what you wish, 'Mione. It may come true- A voice said from the door frame. No. It wasn't Ronald Weasley because the voice was female. It was her: Florence Weasley… er… I mean Florence Pugliare former wife of George Weasley, Britain's 7th. Most eligible bachelor, according to "Witch Weekly".
-You are one to talk!- She shouted. Florence was crashing at her place for a couple of days as her mansion was being re-painted. She could afford a 5 star hotel as she herself was a world-known writer. That used to be her department before becoming one… hers and George. So in a way she felt home. And then… well…. Things happened. Things I don't really feel like telling right now, because- as Dumbledore says- its not the right time yet. When the time comes, I will be the one to tell you the whole truth.
-What do you mean?- The older witch asked curiously.
-"I wish I have kept him"?- Hermione answered.
-Well, that just not fair. I was drunk!- She explained.
-It doesn't matter, my friend. You weren't divorce when at the time- She pointed out.
-Not formally, at least- The other one said under her breath- Can we change the subject?- She suggested.
-Ok… have you received…?- Hermione asked pointing towards the invitation.
-Yeap- She answered quickly- Bride's maid.
-Are you going then?- Hermione asked, not sure about her friends answer.
-Dunno. Harry write to tell me what a stupid woman I am… you know… for not running to my ex's arms- She explained-
-I bet he wrote the exact same thing to George- Hermione said. Thinking about that twice, may be Ron had received the same letter that her.
-I don't know, 'Mione. But my problems are not an excuse: I must go. For them, they deserve it- She said as though trying to convince herself in the meantime.
-Yes, I guess- Florence said weakly.
-Of course- Hermione replied.
Then an awkward silence filled the room but none of them noticed because they were too concentrate on their own personal thoughts.
"To go or not to go. That's the question"- Florence thought as an image of George and his many "+1's" by his side. George was bloody rich now that the original "Weasley Wizard Wheezes" had become a chain of "Weasley Wizard Wheezes", with brunches worldwide.
"Ron…"- That was Hermione's last thought before falling asleep that night. May be that happened due to the fact that love was in the air. May be, just may be.
After all, Weasley's were, indeed, hard to forget. And they knew that first hand.