Author's Note: Hey guys! Thanks so much for the views, follows, and reviews. You have no idea how much this means to me :) I never thought you guys would like it :P Well anyways, a big thanks to you all, don't forget your reviews, and Happy August! :) Here's the second chapter, dedicated to one of my amazing best friends who was a BIG help with the story :)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. The amazing J.K Rowling does. (I should've said this earlier but whatever :P)
They sat down around the kitchen table to chow down on a delicious home-made meal made by Mrs Weasley, surrounded by the mouth-watering aroma of sausages, eggs, and toast. Breakfast was as usual as any other breakfast could be; the twins shooting firecrackers at each other from across the table, Mrs Weasley taunting them for behaving so childishly, Mr Weasley breaking up the argument, Harry nearly laughing his head off at the situation, Ginny rolling her eyes at them all, Ron choking on a piece of toast laughing at everyone, and Hermione hitting him continuously on the back so he wouldn't choke to death. All the chaos had calmed down at the end of breakfast. Everyone got up to help clean up, and to everyone's surprise even Fred and George were helping.
"Now, loves, once you're all done go upstairs and get dressed, go buy your outfits for Bill's wedding next week.", Mrs Weasley demanded. "Ginny and Hermione, you're the bridesmaids along with Gabrielle, Fleur's sister. You need to buy your bridesmaids dresses. Boys, the same goes for you." she continued.
"We have to buy dresses too? Ok, but the season's color is purple and it clashes terribly with my am I supposed to do?" George said dramatically, sighing. The boys laughed, but the girls rolled their eyes. Mrs Weasley slapped him across the back. "You know what Mum ment, dung head." said Ginny irritably. The boys laughed once again.
In a matter of minutes, They were all in the living room, about to depart. They stepped into the Floo network, one by one, until they were all standing in the middle of Diagon Alley. The girls set off in one direction, the boys in another.
Hermione and Ginny stepped into a rather famous dress shop with Mrs Weasley. "Hello there!" said a rather old but cheerful lady. "How may I help you?"
"We have an event coming up and I have the two brides maids right here. And I'm the groom's mother." said Mrs Weasley, rather proud. "Ooh, congratulations! Ok let me see here..." began the nice lady, "this seems to suit the ginger one. What's your name, love?" "Ginny Weasley, ma'am." she replied with a smile. "What a lovely name! Go try this on, will you?" Ginny took the dress, and disappeared into the dressing rooms.
"And you, love, what about this one? What's your name?" "Hermione Granger, ma'am." she also took the dress and also disappeared. Ginny came out with a red dress, up to her knees, with no sleeves. "No, this doesn't seem to be the one." spoke Mrs Weasley disapprovingly. "Alright, then try on this one." She once again disappeared into the dressing rooms, only to Hermione exiting hers. She had a jewel-encrusted bright green dress on. "No, I don't think this one either. Perhaps the both can be wearing the same dress, if that's possible." requested Mrs Weasley. "Why of course!" After trying on multiple dresses, Ginny came out, wearing a long navy blue dress, with one thick sleeve with flowers on it, and the other sleeve being much thinner with jewels on it. It was a bit puffy from the bottom, not too little but not too much. "Perfect! I love it!" shouted Mrs Weasley happily, clasping her hands together.
"Hermione, dear! Try one like it!" The saleslady gave her the exact same one, she gave a 'someone help me' expression once her back was turned, exhausted from trying on dresses, she tried it on.
'I wonder if Ron would like this..' she thought to herself, looking at herself in the mirror. She shook the thought away. Why was she suddenly wondering what Ron thought? 'He's my best friend...' She finally exited, her and Ginny looking at each other with gaped mouths. "You look amazing!" they said together, laughing. "Thank you, very very much for your visit, and congratulations once again!" said the saleslady in a cheery tone. They all met at the center of Diagon Alley, then made their way home the same way they came.
They made it home in time for dinner, ate, then sat in the living room. "Mum, is Percy coming back for the wedding?" Ginny asked with a pleading expression. That same moment Percy's head appeared in the fire.
"Hello." he said simply. "Percy! How are ya?" asked Charlie, who had arrived that afternoon from Romania. "I'm fine, Charlie." he said coldly.
"Percy honey, are you going to be able to make it to the wedding?" asked Mrs Weasley hopefully. "Actually mother, that is why I'm here. Something has come up in the Ministry and I will not be able to be here for dear Bill's wedding." he said heartlessly."But Da' was able to take a vacation, why can't you?" asked Ron, fury and hatred boiling up inside of him from his carelessness. "My job is different from Father's, brother dear. I send my congratulations to Bill and his new wife, as well as my apologies for not being able to attend. I shall see you all-" he was cut off by Ron's yelling.
"YOU HEARTLESS LITTLE GIT! HOW DARE YOU! Your own BROTHER is getting married and you show your scrawny little head in the fireplace to 'send your congratulations to Bill and his new wife, as well as your apologies for not being able to attend' you goddamn git!" he said, making his voice high and squeaky, placing air quotes around Percy's words. "I'm offended that you think so illy of me, but my intentions are clear. Goodbye." Percy replied cooly, his head disappearing into the crackles of the fire. Ron yelled and whacked a nearby flower pot, making it tumble to the ground and shatter into pieces. Hermione clasped her hands over her mouth, gasping and crying.
Ron stormed out of the living room into his own, slamming the door shut and punching the wall. Harry ran over.
"Hey man, what's up?"Harry asked , concerned. "What does it look like man? My own bloody brother doesn't show up for the wedding, gives his bloody 'apologies' for not being able to make it 'cause he couldn't 'manage a vacation' for one bloody day, breaks Mum's heart, then leaves like nothing happened. Heartless git." he replied with a yell. "I know it broke her heart. It broke everyone's heart as a matter of fact. Even Hermione. But you have to calm down. Not for me, not for Percy, for the sake of your mum and your family, not to mention Hermione." he said, putting a hand on his shoulder. Ron's face softened as he heard her name. He sighed. "Alright. But I'm tired, I'm just gonna go sleep or something. I'm not in the mood to see anyone right now." Harry's face twisted in concern, but Ron reassured him that he was ok. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow. G'night mate." he said, exiting the room to return to the rest.
"So how is he?" Ginny asked. Mrs Weasley had left the room to finish her post-dinner clean-up. "He's fine, just angry. Wouldn't blame him." replied Harry, rolling his eyes. "I don't blame him either. Percy's a bloo-" began Fred, but ceased to continue, rubbing the back of his head where Charlie hit him. "Look, let's just..forget about this. We don't need any more of Mum's pre-wedding drama." suggested George, earning chuckles from everyone in the room. From that minute forward, the subject had not been brought up.
The week went by agonizingly slow as they counted down to the eldest's wedding day. Everyone seemed to have forgotten about the scene a few nights ago, but deep down it broke their hearts to even think about it, but they managed a smile just for the sake of Bill (and Mrs Weasley's) happiness. The night of the wedding, everyone was so excited they could barely sleep, but they managed sometime around midnight. They arose the next day, had breakfast, then began to get ready.
Showering one after the other and getting dressed, the girls' room was a mess; like a girly volcano erupted as Harry and Ron said when they entered the room to check up on them; with makeup, hairspray, accessories, shoes, and clips scattered all over the room. After reciting spells on each other's hair and doing their makeup, they took last looks at each other, then at the mirror. They smiled approvingly and put on their heels, Hermione stumbling a bit, then they made their way down the stairs.
They were greeted by gaped mouths and widened eyes from the boys, who waited to escort them. "You look, WOW." said Ron, mainly to Hermione, swallowing, letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, fiddling around with his cuffs, trying not to drool or drape his tongue, although ignoring the blush that was creeping up his neck. "You don't look so bad yourself." she said, giggling stupidly, blushing under the layers of makeup, mentally slapping herself for looking so stupid.
They all made their way to the garden, where the wedding was taking place. The guests had arrived, and the justice of the peace was standing in-between Fleur and Bill, whose hands were joined. "Do you, William Arthur Weasley, take Fleur Delacour to be your wedded wife, for better..." he began, followed by a trail of 'I Dos' . They were now pronounced man and wife. Applauds filled the room.
They all danced. All the boys took turns dancing with both Ginny and Hermione. Dancing, laughing, and talking with the boys, Hermione was floating on cloud nine, but just when she danced with George things began to get serious.
"You look really nice today. You know, if you didn't belong in someone else's heart, I would've made my move on you." sniggered George. Hermione giggled. "That's sweet of...wait, what do you mean in someone else's heart?" she asked, raising a furrowed eyebrow. "Come on, the smartest person I know doesn't know what I'm talking about?" he began, sighing after getting a confused look from her. "Blimey, I saw what happened the other morning."
"The other mor...oh. That." she replied, biting on her lip. "Yea, I go fishing on the pier the mornings when Fred wakes up after me." "But I didn't see you?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.
"I was on the other side. Not the point. Look, Mione-can I call you Mione?-just by the way you look into each others eyes, by the way you look perfect sitting next to each other, its just, right." Hermione remained silent. George continued, "Now, I'm telling you this as my younger sister. He loves you. You two are perfect. And by the way I see it, you love him too. You probably can't see this now, but sooner or later you will. Now, be a good little sister and dance with Ron."
Hermione smiled at the side of George she'd never seen before, and George returned it, twirling her around into the arms of Ron. She clumsily stumbled into the protecting arms of Ron, who steadied her. "Sorry," she said, embarrassed. "No. It's alright." Ron smiled. His smile was so sweet. "Would you like to dance?" she said loudly over the sound of the loud music. It suddenly slowed into a slow romantic song. "It would be my honor." he replied, smiling wider than before, extending his arm.
She took it, walked to the dance floor, and slid her hand up from his arm to his shoulder until it was around his neck. He placed his hand at her side and slid it to her back. They swayed slowly to the beat of the music, Hermione staring at her feet, Ron looking at her. He put his fingers under her chin and lifted her head so her eyes met his. "You look absolutely stunning." he said sweetly, sounding less stupid than the first time he saw her today, and she blushed, looking back down at her feet. He raised her chin again. "Actually you're the one that looks stunning." she said, blushing, glad that she hadn't giggled like the first time. They danced, looking into each others eyes, George looking at them from a distance, smiling at his accomplishment. Sure, despite all their fights, he never wanted but the best for his family.
"Finally got the two together?" asked a smirking Fred, coming to stand next to him. "Well we're off to a start." George replied with a chuckle. "They are such boneheads." "That, they are."
They danced for a while, until Hermione dropped halfway. Ron caught her by the waist. "Blimey, are you alright? Was it me and my bloody clumsy feet?" he asked, wanting the ground to open up and swallow him. "No no, my ankle twisted." she groaned. "Here, I got you." He lifted her from the waist onto a table, knelt down on his knees, and unstrapped her heel. "Ouch, that looks bad. Here. This should do it." With a flick of Ron's wand her swollen ankle was as good as new. "Thanks Ron." She blushed and Ron arose from the floor, back onto his feet, his eyes leveled with hers, their faces barely inches apart.
"Her-me-o-ni-ey!"
AN: So there's the second chapter! :) Enjoy and don't forget the reviews! :P