A/N: Here I go again! Hopefully y'all like it as well, and writing this helps me take my mind of certain things, so if it doesn't sound so good, you know why! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Nope... I haven't gotten any closer to becoming J.K.R. and being able to own the characters or the plots!

Love is Love

Chapter Two: Look... A Book!

By Freshair41nce (LaLa)

What do I wear? Ugh, I can't find anything, Hermione thought while rummaging through her closet. She had already tried on two different outfits, but none of them seemed to work for the fitting. She had been through her entire wardrobe, front and back. The pink skirt, she'd seen three times, like the blue one.

She couldn't take anymore clothes! She flopped on her bed and let out a quick cry, and heard her mother coming up the stairs.

"Hermione Jane Granger, if you don't pick what to wear, you're going to be late and end up going starker!" Mrs. Granger exclaimed, opening the room door. She looked and saw Hermione on the bed and shook her head. Mrs. Granger, then walked over to the closet and chose some articles.

"How about you just wear this?" she said holding out a light peach, tea-length skirt and a white tank top.

Hermione's eyes lit up and ran to hug her mom. "Mother, you have such great style! Thank you! Now, I just need to change."

Her mother let out a brief chuckle and left the room. Hermione looked at the clock and saw that she only had 10 minutes to finish getting ready. She had already done her hair; the chestnut waves fell gingerly down her back, without any of it's normal bushiness.

Once she was done, she went to her wall mirror and noticed the slightest ripple's in her skirt. She quickly grabbed her wand and cast, "Crepito Solvo!" Her skirt rapidly became a wrinkle-free beauty.

"Shoes!" she, silently muttered. She ran to her shoe rack and chose a pair of white pumps. Hermione roughly put them on, as she swept past the stairs, tripping twice.

Her father and mother were sitting in the living room, waiting to bade her goodbye. "Honey, you better go now; it's already 3:05," Mr. Granger told her.

"Umm, how do I look?" Hermione said before apparating.

"Lovely, darling," her father responded.

Hermione closed her eyes and concentrated on the Weasley backdoor.

1...2...3...

She felt the grass caress her skin and knocked on the door in front of her. With a quick look around, she noticed several boxes leaned against the broom shed.

Must be for the wedding. I wonder who's here already.

She heard someone opening the door, and to her utter amazement, there stood the love of her life.

Nobody moved and all was quiet. He was wearing a blue polo shirt and black pants that fit him... just right. She just couldn't take her eyes off of him, and he seemed to be looking at her the same way that she was at him Her eyes wandered to his and for that moment there eyes locked. Then she fell into those deep pools of blue and couldn't think of anything else but him.

Then, a string of laughter was heard from the inside of the house and the connection was lost.

"Uhm... H-Hi, H-Hermione," Ron stammered.

"Hello, Ron," Hermione, shyly responded, while slightly holding her breath.

"You, you look really bea... pretty," Ron, yet again, stammered.

"Oh, thank you, you don't looks so bad yourself," she added, trying to lighten the mood.

"Herms, you look amazing. Well more then amazing, you look drop-dead hot!" Ginny squealed, pushing her brother to the side and running up to hug Hermione.

Ginny! Just when we were... well ... talking!

"Thanks! You should speak though! Look at yourself! You look completely gorgeous!" she said, trying only to be polite. Ginny was currently wearing a thin cream sundress.

"Uh, Hermione, how about we introduce you to the party and then go to my room so that I can show you my new... book?" Ginny said. She also gave Hermione a quick flash from her eyes that said, "We need to talk!" Even Ron saw that she was lying, and gave his sister a suspicious look. He looked at Ginny for a few seconds then back at Hermione, and she smiled. A red blush crept onto his cheeks; he shrugged his shoulders and left, rapidly.

What was the whole blush about?

Ginny took Hermione by the arm and led her into the house. As soon as they entered the living room, Hermione saw a flurry of red and silver-blonde. Also, she saw Harry talking contently to Fred and George.

"Ginny," she stated quietly, "I thought only the girls were getting there dresses fitted."

"Oh, yeah, Bill made an appointment for the guys to save time," Ginny responded, giving her a grim look.

"Hello, Hermione, Fleur and I are so glad you could make it," Bill said, walking toward her.

"It's my pleasure," she responded, and then heard a sliver-blonde girl call Bill's name.

"Excuse me. please," Bill said and Hermione nodded.

She saw Fleur give her a polite wave and smile, while talking to Charlie, and she returned the favor.

Ginny, then, introduced her to Alex, Adrienne, Michael, Jamie, and, even though she had met her once already, Gabrielle. They were all lovely people, and she got to tell all of the Weasley family, plus Harry, "Hello." She was distracted, while talking to Harry, with the look on his face. She just couldn't place her finger, but she could only imagine that being in the same room with Ginny had something to do with it.

"Oh, excuse me Harry, but can I borrow Hermione for a bit," Ginny said, shyly. Harry looked down and nodded. Once out of view, Ginny ran up the stairs, and Hermione followed, trying to keep up with her pace. Once at her door, Ginny threw it open, let Hermione in, and locked it.

"Herms, this is horrible! I have to walk with Harry! If I can't even stand in the same room with him, how am I supposed to be in my brother's wedding like this?" Ginny asked, throwing herself on her chair.

"Oh Ginny, I know you still like him; I know he still likes you, too, but I know how you feel. You just have to let things happen how they're going to happen. Harry will have to soon realize how much you really mean to him, and don't worry, he will. Hermione slumped on the edge of Ginny's bed and looked directly into Ginny's eyes.

"Yes, yes, you're only right. Oh, but I forgot your situation. You have to walk with Ron! Did you see the way he had his eyes on you. It was completely obvious that he could think of nothing but you," Ginny said, standing up and taking a seat next to Hermione.

"Wait, what?" Hermione replied.

"My sweet, dearest friend! Yes, I know, you told me that you've fallen for my brother, but that's quite obvious. What you need to get through your head, though, is that he's crazy about you. You may be the brightest witch of our age, but you are completely oblivious to this! You have been for all these years. How many times do I have to tell you this?"

Hermione decided to fight back. "How would you know this, even if it were true?"

"Well, let's see. All he does is say 'Is Hermione coming?', 'Hermione said this last time, ' Hermione would do something like that'. He's completely smitten in love with you, really. Also, he can never keep his eyes off of you; he's always staring and daydreaming away about you," Ginny finished.

What? No! This isn't happening! Ron doesn't like me, nor does he love me! He only thinks of me as a friend! He would have done something; he would never hurt me the way he does, like with Lavender, if it's truly been for a long time! I can't believe this.

"Hermione, just believe this. After all, I am his sister. I happen to speak to him once in a while, you know." Ginny said, mimicking her thoughts.

"But how? I mean why? Why hasn't he told me?" Hermione rushed.

Ginny gave Hermione a small pat on the back, and said, "You're completely blinded aren't you. You're smart, funny, and pretty, Hermione! A lot of guys talk about you. Remember, I do have six brothers."

"Hermione, Ginny, it's time to leave!" Bill's voice cut their conversation.

A/N: I left the fitting for the next chapter. Yes, I know, very short chappie! Please review, though! I'll try to update sooner!