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Hermione POV
I looked up to see the door opening again, and caught a glimpse of Ron's back, as he faced away from the door, so as not to break tradition and see me. Harry came in, holding a piece of paper. Ginny and I had heard the boys yelling at each other a little while ago, and we were curious what it was about, since everyone seemed to know except us. They all just looked at us, chuckled a little and moved on. It was very frustrating.
"Ron wrote you a note back." Harry held it out like a peace offering. I accepted it with a smile, and Harry glanced nervously, back and forth, between Ginny and myself.
"What?" I finally asked. I wanted to read the note, but couldn't while he looked so shifty. It was making me nervous.
"Did you, um... hear what Ron and I were, um... discussing earlier?" Ginny and I just stared at him.
"No." Ginny answered slowly. "What were you two arguing about anyway? It sounded like a pretty good row, but we couldn't hear. Everyone else seems to know though." Harry's face paled at the fact that everyone in the house right now might know what he and Ron had fought about, but foraged on.
"I'll tell you later Ginny. Y'know, after the happy couple tie the knot." I felt a smile break across my face. "Go on, Hermione. He wants to know what you think." I unfolded the letter and read his messy scrawl. I felt tears well in my eyes, and I clutched the note to me as I smiled and cried at the same time. Ginny and Harry converged on me as one, giving me a big hug. Outside the door I could hear two people talking, one of them obviously Ron, because I could clearly hear him complaining though the door.
"Prat! You know I can't go in, though it's killing me not to know what's going on right now." The three of us laughed, and we broke the hug.
"What's it say?" Ginny practically begged me.
"Dear My Knee,
Lord woman, are you gonna bring that up for the rest of our lives? I really hope so. I love you too. It's a bit embarrassing that you know me so well. Harry and I were both having a bit of a freak out. I swear, woman, the things you do to me. I remember the line. I remember saying how cheesy it was, but thinking that I felt that way about you. I know that I always will. I can't wait to start my life with you. I can't imagine anything that I want to do more than wake up every day to my best friend. (Sorry Harry, but you just don't hold the same appeal. Cheers mate.) I hope that our kids have curls, just like you. I love your hair so much. It has a mind of it's own, just like you, love. I hope that when we make it through the wedding, and I'm holding you in my arms and they announce the first dance for the new Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, that you will always remember that moment. I know I'll always remember the moment when you become permanently attached to me, and we become a family. Not just a couple, Mione, a family. I love you. Have I mentioned that yet? I'll meet you outside love. I'll be the one at the alter.
Love forever,
Ron.
P.S. I shared your note with Harry. You can do the same, but if you let George see it, I may die from embarrassment. I try to not sound too sappy when I talk about you. He would have a field day with this."
We were silent in the room for a minute while Ginny and I sniffled and Harry stared at the paper. I reread the words, knowing that this was going to go into a book with the rest of our wedding memorabilia.
"Wow. I didn't know he had it in him." Ginny seemed in awe of this side of her brother that she hadn't seen fully. I knew though. Ron was always like this for me.
"I better go tell him about how you reacted." Harry gave me a hug and went to leave the room.
"Wait." I stopped him, pulling him to a stop. "Give him one more thing for me." Harry groaned.
"I'm not an owl!" Harry mimicked what I had said back in fourth year. I laughed and leaned into Harry.
"I know you're not." I gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Please give that to Ron." Harry blushed and looked at me.
"That's gonna be awkward Hermione," Harry looked chagrined. "Seeing as I'm a straight bloke who's married to his sister." Ginny and I laughed outright at that.
"Would it be better if I gave you a kiss on the lips for you to give to Ron?" Harry looked horrified at the prospect.
"No, no this is fine." He left the room quickly. Ginny and I laughed together. I was almost ready for the wedding. Ginny and I had to only put on our dresses. I felt butterflies. Less than 40 minutes until I would go from Ms. Hermione Jean Granger, to Mrs. Hermione Jean Weasley.
Ron POV
I waited out in the hall as patiently as I could. After five minutes, I was ready to explode. What were they doing in there? George walked up to me just then.
"Waiting till the coast is clear, to get some pre-wedding loving?" I shoved my brother.
"Prat! You know I can't go in, though it's killing me not to know what's going on right now." I heard laughter inside the door, and assumed that they were having a good time. I wished I was having a good time with the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Only a few minutes after George had left, Harry came out. I turned around quick so I wouldn't get a glimpse of Hermione, and doom us to bad luck for the rest of our lives. When I heard the door close I turned around. Harry looked a little flushed, but had a sappy grin on his face.
"How'd it go, mate?" Harry's grin got bigger.
"She loved it. Her and Gin were crying up a storm, they were so touched. I didn't know you could be romantic." I flushed and looked around.
"I would appreciate you not telling everyone that." Harry nodded, and Ginny poked her head out the door.
"Yes, Love?" Harry asked my sister. Ginny smiled.
"Hermione wants to know if you gave it to him yet." Harry flushed deeply.
"Why can't you give it to him?" I could hear Hermione giggling in the background.
"Hi Love!" I called out. I couldn't see her, but that didn't mean I couldn't talk to her.
"Ronald, honestly! You're breaking tradition!" She tried to sound scandalized I'm sure, but failed, seeing as she started giggling at the end.
"It's not breaking tradition! I can't see you, doesn't mean I can't talk to you." Hermione and Ginny laughed, and Harry relaxed a bit, thinking that we had forgotten what he was suppose to give me something. "What's Harry s'pose to give me, then?" Ginny started laughing so hard that she had to bend over.
"I gave him a... kiss to... give to you!" Hermione's words were broken by laughter. I looked at Harry, slightly horrified at the thought of kissing him.
"Mate, I already said that you don't hold the same appeal. Why would you wanna give me a kiss then?" Harry rolled his eyes at my teasing.
"I'm not kissing him." Harry told Hermione.
"You said you would!" Ginny protested.
"I was tricked into it!"
"Feel lucky I only gave you a kiss on the cheek for him, Harry." I smiled at the image of Hermione giving me a kiss.
"Love, why don't you do it?" Ginny punched my arm.
"You can't see her, stupid."
"Then put a blinding spell on my eyes. It's better than kissing Harry." I heard more laughter, and Harry whipped out his wand eagerly. After a non-verbal spell, I couldn't see.
"Okay Hermione. He can't see. Give him his kiss." I could hear the door opening after Harry had finished speaking. I smelled her delicious scent, and then she was there, in my arms. I pulled her close, holding her for the first time since before noon yesterday. Hermione wrapped her arms around my head, pulled me down to her lips, and kissed me delicately. She pulled back before she could be dragged under and backed up. I heard the door close, and knew that she was back in Ginny's room. Harry unblinded me, and we went down to the yard, and began greeting the people who were here to see us get married. I greeted tons of people. Our guest list was huge, since we were 'celebrities'. Everyone wanted to come. The yard could barely hold everyone. I knew that we had trimmed the list down as much as we could, but we tried to invite anyone who was important to us. About ten minutes before the wedding was set to start, I saw the one person who I really hadn't wanted to invite.
"Krum." I said, looking at the first person to date, kiss, hold, my girl. The professional quiditch player had brought a date, and shook hands with me and Harry. Krum looked at me thoughtfully.
"Ronald. I'd like to introduce you to Jennavier. Jenna, this is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter." He gestured to each of us in turn, and we shook her hand. The couple proceeded into the crowd.
"Ruddy pumpkin head." I said quietly. Harry laughed. Dad came to get us. As my best man, Harry stood with me at the front of the group of people who would bear witness to my wedding to the most amazing person in the world. I heard the music start and waited for my sister to proceed my soon to be wife down the aisle.