Okay, so here's chapter two...Hope you like it!!

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CHAPTER 2

It was a beautiful summer day at the Burrow with clear blue skies and just the right amount of sunshine gleaming on the tree leaves and flowers. An enormous white tent adorned with red roses along the columns had been pitched outside in the Weasley's back yard where about 40 flaming red-haired guests were congregated. There were rows of chairs assembled facing a white, wooden alter covered in red roses and ivy, which was stationed in the front of the tent atop a platform. An official looking ministry wizard stood under the arch with six men and five women waiting on either side of him in slightly slanted lines. The man closest to him, Harry Potter, had a nervous yet excited expression plastered across his face. In his nervousness, he kept glancing at his wrist watch and peering down the aisle where his bride would walk in a few minutes time. The aisle had been beautifully decorated with red rose petals across its length.

Harry's best man, Ron, stood proudly by his side, waiting in earnest for his baby sister to come down the aisle with their father. Mrs. Weasley, and a few others, could be heard softly sobbing into their handkerchiefs. Soft music began to play by the band and each guest rose from their seats. A veiled bride and Mr. Weasley appeared at the entrance to the aisle. She glided down the aisle slowly, her dress slightly blowing behind her by the warm summer breeze. 'She lookez amazing,' breathed Fleur, one of the bridesmaids.

After what seemed ages to Harry, the veiled bride reached the alter, giving Mr. Weasley a soft kiss on the cheek and taking Harry's outstretched hand. Once she was on the platform, Harry reached over and lifted her veil. Hermione Granger was more beautiful than ever.

Ron Weasley awoke suddenly covered in a thin layer of sweat. 'It was just a dream,' He thought, glancing nervously around the room. Harry was still lying in bed; Ron could see his outline dimly lit by the moon through the slits in his window blinds, slowly moving up and down in unison with his breathing. After the war Harry didn't return to his aunt's house back on Privet Drive; he was living with the Weasley's until he and Ginny were married. They had already begun looking for a flat together in London. Even though he knew Harry would never marry Hermione, his heart still beat irregularly and his uneasiness still hadn't abated. It seemed to take forever for him to fall back asleep.

The only thing better than food was quidditch. Period. End of story (according to Ron Weasley, anyway). It was around 10 o' clock on a Sunday morning and in less than two hours Ronald Weasley was going to be doing just that—playing quidditch. Practices were held three times a week and they had weekly matches on either Saturdays or Sundays. Ron had earned himself a spot as Keeper for the Boggarts with Harry as Seeker.

Ron's eyes fluttered open to the sounds of birds chirping filtering through his slightly open bedroom window, the memories of his unpleasant dream still swimming around in his mind. Stifling a yawn, he swung his feet out from his warm blankets and stepped into his bright orange Chudley Cannons slippers. He kneaded his forehead with his forefingers and thumbs, striding over towards the open window. The weather was perfect for quidditch – warm and slightly cloudy, which was good for visibility. He glanced over at Harry's bed which was empty. The dream had made him realize that he never wanted to see Hermione marrying someone other than himself.

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"Oh, Harry, dear," Mrs. Weasley started, "This came for you this morning." She reached over the table handed Harry a letter. Harry, Ron, Ginny, George, and their parents were all nestled around the table eating breakfast.

Harry looked at it curiously, there was a wax Hogwarts crest sealing the opening. He tore it open and proceeded to read the letter. After a few minutes he spoke, "It's from Professor McGonagall (the newly instated Head Mistress of Hogwarts). She wants me to go to Hogwarts and make some kind of speech at the beginning of term in September."

"That's wonderful!" Mrs. Weasley beamed, scooping up some more scrambled eggs and dropping them onto Harry's plate.

"I think you should do it," Ginny said from Harry's left side, taking another bite of toast.

"I agree mate," Ron slapped him on the shoulder, eyeing Ginny who had a you-better-tell-him-to-go sort of look.

George and Mr. Weasley both nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I think I will," Harry concluded, shoving the letter back into the envelope and placing it on the table. "I'll owl McGonagall before the match."

"Speaking of the match," Ron began, swallowing another mouth full and turning to his brother, "George, you should try out. We need another beater, and you'll definitely get it."

George, who had been talking to Mr. Weasley looked at him, "Oh, I don't know" He said. "It won't be the same." Ever since Fred's death George had been in a slump. He worked minimum hours at the shop and spent the rest of his time either at the burrow or in his flat alone.

"You should come watch us," Harry added. "Katie Bell is on the team."

George raised his eyebrows, "I just might."

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"Alright everyone," Harry began. "Now if we play like we did last practice, we'll surely have this one in the bag." He said to his team mates who were all huddled around him.

"Ow Ow!" Thomas McIntosh cheered as the seven team members threw there arms in the center of the huddle, one on top of the other. "One, two, three, BOGGARTS!" They chanted, pepping themselves up.

"Alright," said Harry. "Let's go!"

They formed into a straight line and walked onto the pitch to the cheers and applause of family members and friends. Although it was only a local league, each team took each match very seriously. Winners earned bragging rights.

Ginny and Hermione had been sitting in the stands talking amongst themselves waiting for the match to begin. George had finally decided to join at the last minute. There was a good crowd turn out; a little over half of the seats were filled.

Hermione smiled, watching Ron walk out onto the pitch with the team, his red hair made him unmistakably noticeable. Her eyes followed him up to the goal posts which he had begun circling. After a few laps, he took his guarding position. He looked poised, determined, and completely in control, but not on the inside.

Small beads of sweat had collected on Ron's forehead. Hermione was sitting in the stands and she was all he could think about. The game went by in a blur; Ron's performance was amazing, he had saved 95 of the goals, and Harry had caught the snitch within 20 minutes. The Boggarts won 200 to 20.

The victory was celebrated at Ivy, a famous pub in wizarding London. The team had gotten a private room with five big, round, wooden, tables for themselves and their families and friends.

Seated at one table was George, Katie Bell, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and three other team members: Thomas McIntosh, Michael Kimble and Gregory White.

"Okay so that's six firewhisky's, two drangonrita's, and a glass of spiced pumpkin rum," Rebecca, their waitress read back their order, nestling her quill behind her ear. She had turned the paper their order was written on into a swan which flew itself to the bar. She had waist length, golden blond hair in beautiful loose curls. Hermione noticed that Ron, and the other men for that matter, couldn't keep their eyes off of her enormous breasts.

"Ouch," Harry rubbed his arm, "What was that for?"

"You're a git!" Ginny replied, slapping him again in the same spot: apparently she had noticed too.

"If she's getting mad at him for looking at clothed women, I don't want to be there next weekend when she finds out he's having a bachelor party." Michael Kimble whispered, grinning at the other men seated at the table.

"Me either," Ron laughed, looking over at his sister who was fuming. He hoped she wouldn't find out that the bachelor party was his idea.

Rebecca came back with the drinks, placing the two drangonrita's in front of Hermione and Ginny, the rum in front of Katie, and the firewhisky's for the men.

Small bursts of conversations were erupting over the table. George was talking with Katie whose cheeks were beginning to turn a nice shade of red. He was actually smiling. Harry and the others were all talking animatedly about the match.

Hermione took her drink and began to slowly sip it. She was a light weight; she had to pace herself. "So we really didn't get to talk much last night," Ron said to Hermione, his confidence growing with every sip of firewhisky.

"No," she agreed. "What have you been doing for the past 8 months?"

"Well I finished auror training," he said, turning his body towards her in his chair. "Since then not much has been going on. I mostly work in my office, filing paper work and such. I expect they should be giving me a mission any day now." He said matter-of-factly.

"That's really great Ron," Hermione said, and she really meant it too. "I was thinking about applying for a ministry job, maybe in law."

"I think it suites you." Ron took another gulp, finishing his drink and setting it down on the table. It re-filled itself instantly.

"Excuse me," Ginny said, getting up off her chair, "need to run to the loo. Would you ladies like to join me?"

"Women do everything together." Harry rolled his eyes as Ginny, Hermione, and Katie left the table.

"That brunette is really good looking," Greg grinned, watching her arse as she walked to the powder room. "It's Hermione, right?"

Ron felt a wave of rage wash over him. He wanted to gauge Greg's eyes out. And then he thought of him having his slimy hands all over her. "She's not into quidditch players," he blurted out unexpectedly.

Harry looked at him with an I-know-you-like-her-and-you're-just-saying-that sort of look and grinned.

"Too bad," Greg responded, "She's a dish."

"What time are we going to have the bachelor party this Saturday?" Michael asked to no one in particular.

Ron welcomed the change of conversation, "We're meeting at the Burrow around 7:30."

"Meeting where?" Hermione asked, taking her seat on the side of Ron.

"For practice." Harry answered a little too quickly. Ginny gave him a quizzical look but then shrugged it off.

"Right, we're leaving," George said, grabbing onto Katie's hand. Ron assumed he was taking her back to his flat. Ron wished he was taking Hermione back to his flat. But, of course, he neither had Hermione or a flat.

An hour later Ron was relaxing on his bed, leaning his back against the wall with his hands behind his neck. Hermione was sitting by his side. It was the first time they had been alone together since Hermione's return.

"I can't believe it's July already," said Hermione, who had been staring at one of Ron's Chudley Cannons walls, breaking the silence. Neither of them had much to say.

"I know, right?"

"Where do you think George and Katie went?"

"Probably back to his flat."

Silence.

"Your hair looks nice when it's down." Ron said, turning his neck to face her.

"Thanks," she smirked, looking him in the eye.

For a minute they sat there in silence again looking at each other. Ron was working up the courage to grab her hand, which lay inches from his. His heart was pounding so fast he swore she could hear it. Her face kept inching closer and closer to his. He could feel her breath on his lips now—

"Oh, there you are," Harry panted, swinging the door open, clearly not noticing what he had just interrupted. "Your mum needs you in the kitchen."

'This is why I need a damn lock on my door,' Ron thought angrily, glaring at Harry and walking out of the room.

Okay so what did you think?! Are they way out of character?! I have a pretty good idea of where i want the next few chapters to go... Any comments, questions, suggestions?! Please review!!

Until next time,

i heart ron x0