Hi! Sorry this is so short. Oh well. Caution: This chapter has a HUGE cliffhanger at the end so I suggest that if you hate cliffhangers DONT READ THIS! oh ya, my friends and I made a Harry Potter Website called Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs' Hogwarts. You can join a Hogwarts school. Its pretty cool. The adress to it is www.maxpages.com/moonfootprongs enjoy it! Anyway sorry if there are spelling errors: I type fast, so bear with me! Luv Ya!
*~Lana Weasley~*
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For the next few weeks, Harry and Hemione planned the wedding carefully. Hermione made sure EVERYTHING was perfect, being the perfectionist that she was.
"No, Harry, The white flowers go ON the alter and the pink flowers go BESIDE the alter!"
It was so hard getting every little detail perfect that the tension built up in Harry very quickly. Ron helped, but was not the same old Ron after he had a strange dream on the night of Harry's proposal.
It was only a matter of weeks before each hand-magiked invitation was clamped snugly in the beaks of Harry's owl, Hermione's owl, and Ron's owl and being sent off.
As Hermione tried her beautiful white dress on, Ron gazed sleepily out the window at the April flowers and yawned. It was so pretty out yet something kept him from being joyful. He stood up and walked across Hermione's apartment floor. Recently he had not been himslef and he knew that. He didn't know why, though. His feet tiredly dragged across the floor as he made his way to the bedroom where Hermione was literally screaming in delight.
"Ron, oh Ron! Look at this GORGEOUS dress! Isn't it amazing? "
"mmm." Ron mumbled, staring out the window."
Hermione looked cross. She put her hands on her hips and said, "Ron, what has gotten into you lately?" Ron shrugged. "You have been, so, I dunno, DOWN lately."
"mmm"
"I'm beginning to become worried."
"Ya" Harry added. "It's not like you to not talk."
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Well, sorry, but its true!"
"Sure, whatever." Ron added.
Still staring deadly out the window, Ron counted the people that he knew walking by. One, two, three-. He stopped. There, applying a brick red lipstick to her lips, was Alana Love. Ron stood up without warning and darted out of the apartment and down 3 fights of stairs. He did this all in a matter of 30 seconds. Still standing there, he saw Alana.
"Alana!" He said, panting heavily. "How are you?"
"Great, thank you! I haven't spoken to you since last week! I should come in for a weekly mind-reading, don't you think?"
"sure," Ron said, dazed. "And no extra charge!"
Alana giggled. "How have you been?"
Okay, I suppose." Ron knew this wasn't true but he didn't want to alarm Alana. "So, uh, I have been thinking a bit lately, and, er, do you uh, er, eh, wanna, um, go to the, er, leaky cauldron with me?"
"You mean, out on a date?" Alana questioned hesitantly.
"Yes." said Ron sadly thinking now she would not want to join him, Harry, and Hermione that night.
"I'd love to."
***
Hermione peered out the window looking at Ron who appeared to be acting quite much like himself.
"D'ya think Ron's gotten bored with us?" Hermione asked Harry.
"Naw, we aren't THAT bad, are we?"
'I don't know Harry, I really don't know."
***
That evening was amazing. Alana kissed Ron 3 times, two being on the cheek and one being on the lips. Ron was overjoyed and seemed to be becoming his old self again. Color came back to his cheeks. Hermione pointed out that his "lovely" smile had returned.(what struck her to say that she had no idea, though it was quite true.) Everything seemed to be going just the way the foursome had hoped it would.
***
Ron found himself back at the apartment of Alana later that evening. It was a beautiful apartment at that. Over the mantel hung a huge picture of a rainbow. Her rooms were smothered in pink, white, and purple flowers. Her fireplace was made of stone with two pots beside each corner that were filled with floo powder. Obviosley, her preferred way of traveling was by floo, Ron thought. It was a humid night, and the sun was just being overpowered by the dark night sky. The neighborhood was serene and the air was moist. Overall, it was Ron's perfect evening.
"More pumpkin juice?" Alana asked.
"Yes please.' Ron replied as Alana had already begun filling up his cup. She poured herself a glass and sat down on the couch next to Ron. Edging toward her, Ron took a swig of his juice. It ran down his throat smoothly. Alana was great at cooking, and this home-made juice was unbelievable. "Uh, it sure is hot out tonight isn't it?" Ron said, guessing that it wasn't the most romantic thing to say.
"Sure, its very hot out, mmm."
There was a minute of uncomfortable silence as Ron tried to start a respectable conversation.
"So, what've you been up to lately?"
"Oh, nothing in particular. Been doing the same ol'. So, how 'bout you?"
"Me, oh..." Ron began to think of the strange dreams he had, all of which were horrifying and gruesome. He thought about the wedding and about how concerned Hermione was about him. "no, nothing spectacular."
***
The next few weeks went by incredebly slowly, as if God was holding the hands of the clock so they could not move. A minute seemed like an hour to Harry and Hermione. Every day, Harry thought about the wedding and how much nearer it was drawing(if it was drawing any nearer at all.) He longed for the moment when the preist would say, "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride!"
Hermione may have been even more excited than Harry. She loved everything- her dress, the flowers, the decorations, and especially the groom. She had been to every shop she could find with wedding supplies in it, but most of her decorations were hand-magiked.
The day before the wedding Hermione could barely stand the anticipation. Harry collected his things- his top hat, his tux, his wand(just in case) and apparated to Hermione's apartment. There they conversed about the wedding and about buying a small house. They were so happy togther but Hermione felt awkward about talking to Harry about living together. She knew she had nothing to fear of it but this was the first time she had been ready to spend the rest of her life with some one and the feeling was shakey. But, she figured this was normal.
***
Ron, twiddling his thumbs in Alana's apartment, stared up at the leprachaun who had just entered the rainbow painting. He had placed a pot of gold beside the rainbow and ran out of the picture. Ron chuckled. Finally, Alana appeared from the bathroom door.
"Hullo!" Ron said, startled.
"Hi!" Alana replied. She trotted over to the couch and sat down beside him. She kissed him on the lips. She closed her eyes and kissed him again, this time more passionatley. He kissed her back, adding in some tounge. Within an instant, they were making out on her couch.
***
Hermione gawked at her clock. It was ONLY 12:01 am! Only 12 hours to go until the priest began his ceremony. She was too excited to stay asleep. She got up and made her way toward the fridge, tripping over her night robes every once in a while. She opened the fridge and poured herself a glass of homemade pumpkin juice that Alana had made her. Sipping it daintily, she stared out the window into the night sky and day-dreamed about Harry sleeping peacfully in his apartment right now. She loved him so much.
***
Ron and Alana slept in Alana's four-poster that night. Alana slept serenley in Ron's arms. Finally, Ron fell into a deep sleep too. He dreamt another strange dream.
He was in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. He was a young boy, no older than his 5th year. Many strange creatures surrounded him. Aragog, Hargrid's spider, Crept up behind him. A Norwegian Ridgeback dragon stood in front of him, and many other horrifying things stood in his way. Suddenly, a woman in a navy blue hooded cloak appeared from the bushes. Ron could not quite tell who she was. She walked toward all of the creatures and held her right hand out flat. This was obviosely a symbol for the creatures to stop. Ron gaped at her as each animal lined up neatly at her command. This woman saved my life! Ron thought. When each animal had dissapeared through the thick groves of trees, the woman took off her hood. Now Ron knew who she was.
Ron woke up. Alana was clanging dishes in the other room and calling Ron's name. "Ron! GET UP! We're 15 minutes late for the wedding!" Ron glanced at the clock. It was 12:17. Calmly, he walked into the kitchen.
"Alana," He exclaimed. "I still love you very much, but there is something that feels incomplete in my life that I must fix before this relationship is continued.
Alana looked at him with teary, horror stricken eyes. "But-"
"I promise," he continued, "that I will love you with complete respect if I do what I do and I fail it, which, mind you, will most likley happen, but if I do not fail, well, we shall see when the time comes." Ron left the apartment sadly as Alana burst out in tears.
He sprinted down the streets loosing all consciensness of aparating to the wedding, and made it just in time to hear the priest say, "If anyone has any objections as to why these two shouldn't be joined together in marrage, speak now or forever hold your peace." Ron burst in covered in mud and water, still in his PJs.
"I have an objection." Ron blurted.
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Thats all 4 now! HA! I TOLD u it was a cliffhanger! Ur gonna have to wait for the next chapter to come out! HA HA HA! Okay now I'm calm. Anyway, I'll write more depending on how many reviews I get! If I don't get alot, I won't write more. So, I bet that was unexpected! HAAAAAAAAA IM HYPERRR! Chrissy write more to ur stories I wanna know what happens. Bye 4 now,
Lana Weasley
*~Lana Weasley~*
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For the next few weeks, Harry and Hemione planned the wedding carefully. Hermione made sure EVERYTHING was perfect, being the perfectionist that she was.
"No, Harry, The white flowers go ON the alter and the pink flowers go BESIDE the alter!"
It was so hard getting every little detail perfect that the tension built up in Harry very quickly. Ron helped, but was not the same old Ron after he had a strange dream on the night of Harry's proposal.
It was only a matter of weeks before each hand-magiked invitation was clamped snugly in the beaks of Harry's owl, Hermione's owl, and Ron's owl and being sent off.
As Hermione tried her beautiful white dress on, Ron gazed sleepily out the window at the April flowers and yawned. It was so pretty out yet something kept him from being joyful. He stood up and walked across Hermione's apartment floor. Recently he had not been himslef and he knew that. He didn't know why, though. His feet tiredly dragged across the floor as he made his way to the bedroom where Hermione was literally screaming in delight.
"Ron, oh Ron! Look at this GORGEOUS dress! Isn't it amazing? "
"mmm." Ron mumbled, staring out the window."
Hermione looked cross. She put her hands on her hips and said, "Ron, what has gotten into you lately?" Ron shrugged. "You have been, so, I dunno, DOWN lately."
"mmm"
"I'm beginning to become worried."
"Ya" Harry added. "It's not like you to not talk."
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Well, sorry, but its true!"
"Sure, whatever." Ron added.
Still staring deadly out the window, Ron counted the people that he knew walking by. One, two, three-. He stopped. There, applying a brick red lipstick to her lips, was Alana Love. Ron stood up without warning and darted out of the apartment and down 3 fights of stairs. He did this all in a matter of 30 seconds. Still standing there, he saw Alana.
"Alana!" He said, panting heavily. "How are you?"
"Great, thank you! I haven't spoken to you since last week! I should come in for a weekly mind-reading, don't you think?"
"sure," Ron said, dazed. "And no extra charge!"
Alana giggled. "How have you been?"
Okay, I suppose." Ron knew this wasn't true but he didn't want to alarm Alana. "So, uh, I have been thinking a bit lately, and, er, do you uh, er, eh, wanna, um, go to the, er, leaky cauldron with me?"
"You mean, out on a date?" Alana questioned hesitantly.
"Yes." said Ron sadly thinking now she would not want to join him, Harry, and Hermione that night.
"I'd love to."
***
Hermione peered out the window looking at Ron who appeared to be acting quite much like himself.
"D'ya think Ron's gotten bored with us?" Hermione asked Harry.
"Naw, we aren't THAT bad, are we?"
'I don't know Harry, I really don't know."
***
That evening was amazing. Alana kissed Ron 3 times, two being on the cheek and one being on the lips. Ron was overjoyed and seemed to be becoming his old self again. Color came back to his cheeks. Hermione pointed out that his "lovely" smile had returned.(what struck her to say that she had no idea, though it was quite true.) Everything seemed to be going just the way the foursome had hoped it would.
***
Ron found himself back at the apartment of Alana later that evening. It was a beautiful apartment at that. Over the mantel hung a huge picture of a rainbow. Her rooms were smothered in pink, white, and purple flowers. Her fireplace was made of stone with two pots beside each corner that were filled with floo powder. Obviosley, her preferred way of traveling was by floo, Ron thought. It was a humid night, and the sun was just being overpowered by the dark night sky. The neighborhood was serene and the air was moist. Overall, it was Ron's perfect evening.
"More pumpkin juice?" Alana asked.
"Yes please.' Ron replied as Alana had already begun filling up his cup. She poured herself a glass and sat down on the couch next to Ron. Edging toward her, Ron took a swig of his juice. It ran down his throat smoothly. Alana was great at cooking, and this home-made juice was unbelievable. "Uh, it sure is hot out tonight isn't it?" Ron said, guessing that it wasn't the most romantic thing to say.
"Sure, its very hot out, mmm."
There was a minute of uncomfortable silence as Ron tried to start a respectable conversation.
"So, what've you been up to lately?"
"Oh, nothing in particular. Been doing the same ol'. So, how 'bout you?"
"Me, oh..." Ron began to think of the strange dreams he had, all of which were horrifying and gruesome. He thought about the wedding and about how concerned Hermione was about him. "no, nothing spectacular."
***
The next few weeks went by incredebly slowly, as if God was holding the hands of the clock so they could not move. A minute seemed like an hour to Harry and Hermione. Every day, Harry thought about the wedding and how much nearer it was drawing(if it was drawing any nearer at all.) He longed for the moment when the preist would say, "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride!"
Hermione may have been even more excited than Harry. She loved everything- her dress, the flowers, the decorations, and especially the groom. She had been to every shop she could find with wedding supplies in it, but most of her decorations were hand-magiked.
The day before the wedding Hermione could barely stand the anticipation. Harry collected his things- his top hat, his tux, his wand(just in case) and apparated to Hermione's apartment. There they conversed about the wedding and about buying a small house. They were so happy togther but Hermione felt awkward about talking to Harry about living together. She knew she had nothing to fear of it but this was the first time she had been ready to spend the rest of her life with some one and the feeling was shakey. But, she figured this was normal.
***
Ron, twiddling his thumbs in Alana's apartment, stared up at the leprachaun who had just entered the rainbow painting. He had placed a pot of gold beside the rainbow and ran out of the picture. Ron chuckled. Finally, Alana appeared from the bathroom door.
"Hullo!" Ron said, startled.
"Hi!" Alana replied. She trotted over to the couch and sat down beside him. She kissed him on the lips. She closed her eyes and kissed him again, this time more passionatley. He kissed her back, adding in some tounge. Within an instant, they were making out on her couch.
***
Hermione gawked at her clock. It was ONLY 12:01 am! Only 12 hours to go until the priest began his ceremony. She was too excited to stay asleep. She got up and made her way toward the fridge, tripping over her night robes every once in a while. She opened the fridge and poured herself a glass of homemade pumpkin juice that Alana had made her. Sipping it daintily, she stared out the window into the night sky and day-dreamed about Harry sleeping peacfully in his apartment right now. She loved him so much.
***
Ron and Alana slept in Alana's four-poster that night. Alana slept serenley in Ron's arms. Finally, Ron fell into a deep sleep too. He dreamt another strange dream.
He was in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. He was a young boy, no older than his 5th year. Many strange creatures surrounded him. Aragog, Hargrid's spider, Crept up behind him. A Norwegian Ridgeback dragon stood in front of him, and many other horrifying things stood in his way. Suddenly, a woman in a navy blue hooded cloak appeared from the bushes. Ron could not quite tell who she was. She walked toward all of the creatures and held her right hand out flat. This was obviosely a symbol for the creatures to stop. Ron gaped at her as each animal lined up neatly at her command. This woman saved my life! Ron thought. When each animal had dissapeared through the thick groves of trees, the woman took off her hood. Now Ron knew who she was.
Ron woke up. Alana was clanging dishes in the other room and calling Ron's name. "Ron! GET UP! We're 15 minutes late for the wedding!" Ron glanced at the clock. It was 12:17. Calmly, he walked into the kitchen.
"Alana," He exclaimed. "I still love you very much, but there is something that feels incomplete in my life that I must fix before this relationship is continued.
Alana looked at him with teary, horror stricken eyes. "But-"
"I promise," he continued, "that I will love you with complete respect if I do what I do and I fail it, which, mind you, will most likley happen, but if I do not fail, well, we shall see when the time comes." Ron left the apartment sadly as Alana burst out in tears.
He sprinted down the streets loosing all consciensness of aparating to the wedding, and made it just in time to hear the priest say, "If anyone has any objections as to why these two shouldn't be joined together in marrage, speak now or forever hold your peace." Ron burst in covered in mud and water, still in his PJs.
"I have an objection." Ron blurted.
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Thats all 4 now! HA! I TOLD u it was a cliffhanger! Ur gonna have to wait for the next chapter to come out! HA HA HA! Okay now I'm calm. Anyway, I'll write more depending on how many reviews I get! If I don't get alot, I won't write more. So, I bet that was unexpected! HAAAAAAAAA IM HYPERRR! Chrissy write more to ur stories I wanna know what happens. Bye 4 now,
Lana Weasley