You know how that wedding saying goes? Something old, something new, something borrowed, and something to bash Ron over the head with when he stares at Fleur…Okay so maybe it doesn't go like that exactly but you get the point, right?
SOMETHING NEW
I sit in bed, reading Flying with the Cannons for what is probably the hundredth time. A knock on the door alerts me to someone's presence.
No, really? I would think that a knock on the door would mean that no one's there…
Shut up.
Wow, am I losing it. Talking to myself, and telling my own brain to shut up. Suddenly I remember that someone is, in fact, at the door and waiting to be let in.
I hope it's Hermione.
Wait a minute…where did that come from?
Why would I hope that whoever is knocking is Hermione?
She's my best friend, yes, but so is Harry.
Did I think 'I hope it's Harry'? Certainly not.
They knock again. A hollow thumping sound that echoes around my small bedroom.
"Come in," I call distractedly.
The door opens, and it is Bill, the last person I was expecting to see.
"Ron," he says, sitting down on my bed next to me and plucking Flying with the Cannons right out of my hands.
Well excuse you…
"What?" I ask rather rudely, reaching for my book. Bill, however, does not comply and stuffs it in my drawer.
"What'd you do that for?" I demand.
He doesn't answer. "You know my wedding is tomorrow, right Ron?"
I roll my eyes. "No really? Hadn't noticed."
He shoves me lightly. "Shut up," he says, grinning.
"Alright, alright," I comply, "What about it?"
"Well, er, while Fleur and I are walking down the aisle, we want to be followed by everyone who is in each of our families, or close to them."
"Yeah, so?"
"Gabrielle is walking with a close friend of her family's, Ginny is walking with Harry, Fred and George are walking with Angelina and Alicia, Charlie's walking with his girlfriend what's her name, Celina?"
"What are you getting at?" I ask cautiously.
"Uh," he says. Never a good sign. "You'llbewalkingwithHermione…"
"ARE YOU OFF YOUR ROCKER?" I yelp, "I can't walk with Hermione! She's…she's…she's Hermione."
"Of course she is," Bill smiles knowingly, "And you're Ron. Therefore you will be walking with Hermione."
With that sentiment (curse the bloke) he leaves me to my thoughts.
Walking with Hermione means holding her hand, my heart reminds my brain.
Yeah, which is exactly why I can't do it, my brain screams back.
And why not?
I'm…I'm scared.
Of what?
Love.
You do realize you sound like a complete sap, right?
Shut up.
No, but seriously.
Okay, fine. I – I dunno.
Well, if you're going to be like that…
It's
just that I'm…argh I can't even say it!
Then think it.
You're the brain, that's your job.
Come off it.
Fine. Something new is happening. I think I'm starting to see Hermione in a different light.
That's too bad; I think she's better looking in the dark – where you can't see her face.
Git! I'll have you know she's actually moderately pretty this year…
Aha, so you want to kiss her?
I
didn't say that! You didn't have to. I'm your brain,
remember? Look, will you just be honest with yourself for once? Wake
up and smell the butter beer – you love her.
That's what I'm afraid of.
Ask her to dance at the wedding. Tell her everything.
I can't.
Then I'll do it for you.
My mouth won't listen – he's on my side – I give him chocolate.
I have my ways.
I hate you.
I know.
Great. I'm definitely losing it. It's Civil War in my body. Wonder if I'll have to pay reparations to … myself?
