The wedding

Chapter 2!!! Yay! A bit more text from the book in this one. Hope you enjoy it!! REVIEWW PLASEE!!! =)

"You look great!" Ron exclaimed, staring at her in awe.

"Always the tone of surprise," Hermione smiled. Ron shot a dazed look at Harry and re examined Hermione's appearance.

"Your Great Aunt Muriel doesn't agree," Hermione said, frowning as she took a quick glance at Muriel. "I just met her upstairs while she was giving Fleur the Tiara. She said 'Oh dear is this the muggle born?' and then 'bad posture and skinny ankles'." Ron couldn't disagree more.

"Don't take it personally, she's rude to everyone," Ron said, trying desperately to reassure Hermione that she did not have absolutely anything wrong with her.

"Talking about Muriel?" enquired George, re-emerging from the marquee with Fred. "Yeah, she's just told me my ears are lop sided, Old bat. I wish old Uncle Bilius was still with us, though; he was a right laugh at weddings.

"Wasn't he one who saw the Grim and died twenty four house later?" asked Hermione.

"Well, yeah he went a bit odd towards the end," conceded George.

"But before he went loopy he was the life and soul of the party," said Fred. "He used to down and entire bottle of Firewhisky, then run on to the dance floor, hoist up his robes, and start pulling bunches of flowers out of his-"

"Yes, he sounds like a real charmer," said Hermione, while Harry began to chuckle with laughter.

"Never married for some reason," Ron said.

"You amaze me," Hermione whispered with a fake tone of disbelief, and slowly one after the other they all began roaring with laughter. Ron however stopped abruptly as he noticed a certain quidditch player he hoped to never lay eyes upon for the rest of his life. Or at least until Hermione knew how he really felt.

Ron frowned even more when he shot an irritated glance at Hermione who looked positively flustered to see him.

"Viktor!" Hermione shrieked, dropping her hand bag. Ron prayed dearly that she wasn't about to embrace the rotten hook nosed man, "I didn't know you were-goodness-it's lovely to see you-how are you?"

Once Ron was finally able to steer Hermione out of Victor's way to their seats, he let a large sigh of relief, although his frown did not yet leave his face.

Once he was sure Hermione was distracted and couldn't be listening he muttered to Harry.

"Did you see he's grown a stupid, little beard?"

Harry merely shrugged and Ron hoped he agreed but before he had any chance to say more the ceremony began.

After the wedding was done, which happened to be quite good as Ron pronounced it so, and Bill and Fleur were officially married, the trio was hoping to take their seats along side Luna. Ron had deliberately tried hard not to sit anywhere near Muriel, or Victor for that matter.

"All right if we join you?" asked Ron.

"Oh yes," she said in her dreamy casual tone. "Daddy's just gone to give Bill and Fleur their wedding present."

"What is it a lifetime supply of Gurdyroots?" asked Ron. After hearing a thump and noticing Harry's eyes begin to water he was almost sure Hermione had tried to aim a kick at him but instead it must have reached Harry. Poor bloke she's got those heels on. He smiled smugly at her, but she didn't seem to understand why. Clearly she thought that her kick had reached the right person.

The band begun to play and couples were making their way to the dance floor. Ron glanced nervously towards Hermione who didn't seem to nervous, or anticipating anything in particular.

Luna had too gone off to the dance floor and was now dancing alone.

"She's great isn't she?" Ron admired, adding "Always good value."

Ron was quite happy at this very moment, he was sure that he would ask Hermione to dance, but what was the harm in waiting a little while. That was what he was planning to do- wait a little while- until Viktor Krum had sat down in Luna's vacated seat. Hermione looked flustered once more and Ron knew his ears were turning pink.

"Who is that man in the yellow?" Viktor scowled.

"That's Xenophilius Lovegood. He's the father of a friend of ours," said Ron, grudgingly. His tone indicated that he and his strange ways were not to be mocked while he was around.

"Come and dance," he added abruptly to Hermione before Viktor's could suggest the very same.

Hermione looked taken aback, but also pleased as she stood up.

Oh it's about time! She smiled nervously at Ron. "Har- Uh- Barny, you think you could hold this for a bit?"

"Course." Harry took the bag from her, and although very curious and concerned about this Gregorovitch character he still smiled pleasantly at the two. It was about bloody time!

"Er…" Ron took Hermione's hand hesitantly and led her into the crowds of people dancing.

He could feel himself beginning to sweat. And she too was beginning to grow nervous hoping desperately it would not be awkward dancing with him. Oh who was she kidding? Of course it would be, but secretly she didn't mind it. Not one bit. It had always been like that with Ron and it just seemed to fit.

Once they found their spot, somewhere near the center of the dance floor the music changed to quite a fast up beat tempo. Hermione, who looked quite pleased was excited to dance but Ron was still standing there awkwardly, starring at her.

"Um…"

"Shall we?" she inquired.

"Uh sure, yeah."

Hermione quite delighted began to dance to the beat looking quite graceful and confident. Ron however swayed side to side nervously, looking around the room uncomfortably. Then his eyes caught Bill and Fleur dancing only meters away having a blast. Bill took Fleur's hand and spinned her towards him, and there they swayed together.

Wonder if that'll work…

He caught hold of Hermione's hand and mimicked the movement of his brother, twirling her towards him. Surprisingly, he had not managed to mess it up as he imagined he would. Hermione giggled with pleasure, smiling, simply glowing at him which boosted him to loosen up a little. Dancing had become quite a lot easier. He even enjoyed the next couple dances that were all, like the first up beat.

The fast tempo song began to fade, soon replaced with a slow song. Almost at once all couples had begun to embrace one another, and Ron was determined to do the same.

He took hold of Hermione's waist nervously and pulled her closer, only an inch away from him. She then took a step forward and closed off the remaining space between them and wrapped her arms around his neck. She'd wish she could have put her chin on his shoulder like most other couples dancing swiftly did but he was simply to tall for that too work. Even if she stepped on her tip toes she's have to strain her neck.

Normally this would have disappointed her a little bit, but for some reason she couldn't suppress a giggle.

"What is it?" Ron almost asked defensively, fearing he had done something wrong.

"Oh Ron, you're just too tall." She giggled again.

At first a bit confused he couldn't really think of what to say to her, but then he realized what she wanted to do, and just the thought of her chin resting against his shoulder made him smile.

"I am pretty tall aren't I? Hmm, that's a bummer." He chuckled nervously

"Yeah a bit…" Her grin faded a little for the first time that evening.

"Yeah, yeah… Well I suppose I just have to do this then."

"Do what?"

Without a word he picked her up, and lifted her off her feet twirling to the music with her in his arms. Hermione was laughing hysterically and Ron joined her. They both couldn't recall a night in which they had that much fun.

"Ronald Weasley put- me- down!" She squealed in between fits of laughter.

"Alright, alright." He set her down, their eyes meeting.

They stood there for who knows how long, the time seemed endless to the both of them and Ron couldn't think of a better moment to kiss her. He began to slowly lean in towards her, and she copied his action. Their faces began to approach the others, both wearing an appreciative smile.

Just then, in the worst timing possibly imagined, some guest bumped into Hermione sending her flying towards Ron.

He caught her by the shoulders of course and steadied her back on her feet. She was blushing violently, and he could bet galleons that his ears were pink right at that moment too.

"I- I, umm."

"I'll get some butterbears? I reckon you'd be thirsty." Ron asked trying to escape the awkward situation. Their moment was ruined. Ruined. Who knew the next time a moment like that would come along. Probably never. Ron let out a deep exhale of disappointment.

"Yeah… Yes, okay, I'll just meet you at our table then?"

"Okay." He turned his back to her walking away, then faced her again, undecided. He opened his moth as if to speak but then shook his head and hesitantly began to walk in her opposite direction again.

"Oh Ron?" she stopped him in his tracks.

He quickly found his way back to her. "Yes?"

"I- I'm really having fun. Tonight. With you…" she grinned at him honestly.

"Yeah! Me too. Loads actually. I'll be quick alright?" Suddenly cheerful again, he grinned dreamily at her and she fought the urge to giggle.

"Alright. Go on, hurry." And she watched him disappear behind the people still dancing together, and as she made her way back to Harry- who to her surprise was conversing with Muriel- she let out a deep sigh of content and almost skipped back to their table.