Dream Come True
By: Quills (and Muses)
A Ronmione/Harry Potter fanfiction
A/N: Okay, so I've said that this story's a one-shot, but I had thoughts of writing another Ronmione one-shot so I was thinking; why not just post a chapter two? So yeah, here you go, Ronmione shippers. Tis ridiculously sappy and fairytale-ish, I hope you won't find it too sappy. But– who can have enough Ronmione fluff? Enjoy.
Lavender's blue, dilly, dilly, lavender's green.
Hermione Jean Granger stood in front of the full length mirror, heart accelerating by the second and light perspiration breaking out by her hairline. She quickly took her wand out and cast a waterproof charm on her light makeup, and stowed it away by the table.
"Oh, Hermione. You look...I'm speechless, really."
Hermione turned her head and the sight of Ginny with Harry, in a bridesmaid dress and dress robes respectively, both wide eyes and blossoming smiles on their faces. They were the first to see her in the wedding gown, as Hermione wanted to dress and do the makeup herself.
When I am king, dilly, dilly, you shall be queen.
Hermione went forward and wrapped Harry in a warm hug. "You look gorgeous, Hermione." Harry smiled at her when they pulled apart. "Thank you so much, Harry," Hermione said, and Harry knew she not only meant the compliment, but also him being by her side from they were small. He knew she meant that she was grateful for him to replace her deceased father, walking her down the aisle. Harry just squeezed her hand back reassuringly.
Hermione then moved on to Ginny, and with tears already in her eyes, said, "Thank you, Ginny, for being my best friend and for just everything."
"Now, don't go crying, Hermione. You're going to mess your face up."
"Gosh, that's what you can say?" Hermione joked back. "Don't worry, I've casted a waterproof charm."
The three friends looked at each other with happy and grateful smiles, and burst into laughter after ten seconds of silence.
Who told you so, dilly, dilly, who told you so?
"Hermione?"
Hermione turned and was faced by her mother in a elegant but soft dress, eyes watering and smile wide.
"Mum?"
"Oh, Hermione, you beautiful girl." She was then smothered by her mother's hug, and Hermione kissed her mother's cheek lovingly. "I love you, too, Mum."
"I know, darling. Your dad loves you too."
Hermione was suddenly overwhelmed by a gust of sadness, and she pulled her mother close for another hug. "I miss him, Mum."
"I do, too, Hermione. But wipe your tears away, it won't do for the bride to be crying on her big day."
Hermione laughed in response and did so.
Then, the bell was heard, and Harry came forward and extended his arm. "It's time."
'Twas my own heart, dilly, dilly, that told me so.
Hermione nodded, and butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She had never, ever felt so nervous, not even sitting for her N.E.W.T.s and O.W.L.s. Noticing her case of nerves, Harry gently smiled and said, "It's okay to be nervous, Hermione."
Hermione smiled back tightly and held Harry's extended arm, and both walked out of the room and into the corridor. The familiar corridors of Hogwarts greeted her, and Hermione felt just at home. Both Ron and her wanted to hold their wedding somewhere special, and Hogwarts was the perfect place. They both made friends officially and also had their first kiss in Hogwarts, too.
Ronald Weasley stood on the podium by the Black Lake, hair carefully styled and dressed in a neat Muggle tuxedo. He changed his wedding robes to Muggle tux the last second, wanting to make it more special for the love of his life. He was standing awkwardly by himself, trying not to move too much. He was just so nervous. Rows of family members, relatives, friends and teachers sat neatly by the aisle, only the bridesmaids stood. He did not have a best man, however, Ron wanted Harry to be the guy.
Call up your men, dilly, dilly, set them to work.
Wedding bells suddenly sounded, and Ron was shocked out of his thoughts. He looked up, and the sight of Hermione Jean Granger made his legs shake. She was walking slowly down the aisle, Harry by her side, head held high and a sweet smile on her face. She wore the simple but delicate and beautiful wedding gown they picked out, the strapless top fitting perfectly, the bottom flowing out around the 3-hoop crinoline gracefully, moving with each step she took. Her fringe and half her soft curls double-braided and half up, the other half cascaded down her back, and a diamond tiara with flowers intertwined sits on her head beautifully. She's absolutely breathtaking.
Some to the plough, dilly, dilly, some to to the fork.
Then, the sun came out from the clouds, and gasps echoed in the air, as everyone stared surprisingly at her dress. It was layered thickly with thin fabrics of white and shimmering blue, and when the sun shone on it, prisms of light was reflected, the dress twinkling under the warm sunlight. Hermione stopped a few steps down the aisle, and looked surprisingly at her dress. She did not know why that would happen, and delighted at the effect, she lifted her arms up a little and spun. The dress whirled, the layers of silk swishing smoothly and gracefully, the colours blending into each other, forming a light periwinkle blue shade. She sighed delightedly, and a wide smile broke out. Spinning again, and moving forward towards Ron, her case of nerves were gone, and gasps once more echoed in the air.
Some to make hay, dilly, dilly, some to cut corn.
Wherever the dress touched on the ground, small blossoms grew, each a different colour. Hermione moved forward, and finally, reached the podium. She slowly stepped up, and stared at Ron's enchanting eyes. He was dressed in a Muggle tuxedo, Hermione noticed, and if it was possible, her smile grew wider. "Well?" Hermione whispered at Ron.
Ignoring the marriage officiant, who was Kingsley Shaklebolt, Ron brought her closed and kissed her on the lips with such passion, and Hermione responded just as eagerly. The kiss was rough but soft, brief but long, small but deep, both Ron and Hermione felt pure love through their kiss, and the kiss was like no other. Finally, when they decided to break for air, cheers and claps thundered in the air, and Hermione said accusingly with the sweetest and most enchanting smile on her face, "We were supposed to say our vows and kiss after Kingsley announce us husband and wife, Ronald."
While you and I, dilly dilly keep ourselves warm.
"Who cares about the bloody rules? You are mine, I'm yours, and you are truly the most beautiful woman alive," Ron said with the silliest grin.
Hermione did not reply, but pulled him in for another kiss. Hearing an awkward cough from Kingsley, they broke apart and apologised, but not really meaning it.
Lavender's green, dilly, dilly, lavender's blue.
Not waiting for Kingsley, Ron started his vows.
"Hermione Jean Granger, you make me feel whole, alive, and loved. You are the most special thing that happened in my whole life, Hermione. You make me happy, angry, sad, annoyed, infuriated, and Merlin knows what other emotions, Hermione, but there's something I feel the strongest about you, which is love. Deep, everlasting, passionate love. Even before I knew entirely what was love, the first time my sight fell on the annoyingly bossy girl with the craziest brown curls, I knew you were the one made for me, the one I'm in love with, the one I'll want to marry. You make my world, Hermione Jean Granger. So, on this day, with our family and friends by our side, I take you my wife for eternity, and I promise to keep you safe and love you till the day after forever."
If you love me, dilly, dilly, I will love you.
Ron ended his vows, and everyone was in tears. Hermione's voice shook a little when she started her vows.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley, the absolute swearing prat you are, you were, are and will be the only one I'm in love with. Even though we bicker endlessly, those arguments make us who we are as a whole, without them, we would not be Ron and Hermione. Even when we say we hate, loathe, dislike each other, we always make up, and our love holds us together. We have the deepest and strongest bonds of love, and you bring us our strongest joy, deepest love, most unbreakable strength, and endless imagination. We were meant to be, and the strongest winds can't blow us apart. You're my dream come true, and I take you, Ronald, my husband from this day onwards; for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, to love and to cherish, even after death do us part."
Let the birds sing, dilly, dilly, and the lambs play.
"I now announce you, husband and wife."
The newly bonded couple intertwined once more, lips on lips, and awwws rang through the air. When they broke apart, Ron whispered to her, "You're my wife."
"And you're my husband."
We shall be safe, dilly, dilly, out of harm's way.
After the party, when dusk was arriving, Ron pulled his wife close and led her outside of the Great Hall.
"Why are we out, Ron?"
"Shh, you'll see."
I love to dance, dilly, dilly I love to sing.
Hermione was confused by Ron, but just as he finished his words, a speck was seen in the sky, and it grew bigger and bigger, until she could just make out what it was.
"Oh!" Pleasure was heard, and Hermione could not believe what she was saying. Four winged horses galloped in the sky, pulling a carriage coloured blue and white, flying closer and closer, until their golden hooves touched the ground. Ron suddenly placed his arms behind her back and knees, lifting her up into bridal carry, and led her onto the carriage, ignoring the cries of Hermione. "Put me down, Ron!"
When I am queen, dilly ,dilly, you'll be my king.
"They'll bring us to our honeymoon place," Ron smiled.
"How, Ronald? How did you know I grew up wanting a wedding just like in a fairytale? With winged horses, carriage, fairy godmother, and a sparkling dress?" Hermione was bewildered.
Who told me so, dilly, dilly, who told me so?
"It's a secret, love."
"I'll pry it out of you sometime."
As the horses galloped into the sky, with their family and friends cheering and clapping, Ron replied, "Stop talking, 'Mione."
"Wh–" Hermione's question was cut off by another passionate kiss, and Ron whispered to her between the kisses, "I love you, Hermione Jean Granger."
"And I, you, Ronald Bilius Weasley."
I told myself, dilly, dilly, I told me so.
Who needs a fairy godmother when they have magic to make dreams come true?
A/N: Yep, it's a song-fic. I, um, saw Cinderella (2015) again, and the song Lavender's Blue was wee bit stuck in my head. Okay, I admit, it was stuck 24/7 in my head. I just had to write it down, and lightbulb, why don't I link both Ronmione and the nursery rhyme together? Viola, this came out. I hope it was okay, the vows were kind of hard to write, and now I know what types of crinoline there are.