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Disclaimer: If I had owned this Dumbledore would never have died, Harry would never have dumped Ginny and Ron and Hermione would already be together in the damn book! Also I would dress Snape in a pink tutu! Muhahaha!

Chapter 4:

Hermione was having a pleasant dream; everything around her was warm and comfortable. She never in years felt so warm in her sleep as if she was sleeping by a burning fire. Her pillow was exceptionally soft and warm though firm and strong. She snuggled closer as it moved slightly beneath her. Wait. Her pillow was moving? Her eyes flew open. Skin, bare skin was the first thing she saw. To be more specific, Ron's bare skin, the bare skin of his muscled chest. For a second she faltered on her panic, he looked absolutely- she stopped herself short. She smacked her forehead, what had she done last night? She hoped she hadn't done something shameful. Suddenly hit by a thought she looked down at herself. Hermione released the breath she was holding when she realized her clothes were on, a bit rumpled but still on her. When Ron stirred in his sleep her eyes shot up at his face. His eyes remained closed. A smile played on her lips as she gazed at Ron. Hermione had always enjoyed waking up next to Ron, he made her feel safe and that everything was going to be ok. His sleeping face was always calm and collected. She used to love ruffling his already sticking up hair when he woke up. She forgot about how flustered she was and pushed back a few strands from his face.

His eyes fluttered open right then; Hermione drew her hand back as quick as lightening. She smiled sheepishly at him and he gave her a lazy smile, his eyes barely open.

"You're up," he stated and sat up in bed.

Hermione nodded as she too sat up. Her head felt extremely heavy, she hadn't notice because of the sudden shock of being in bed with Ron but not the after effect of alcohol came upon her like a wave of nausea. She clutched her head in her hands; there was a low ringing that just won't stop.

Ron noticed, "Oh I almost forgot," He searched through his drawer next to his bed and handed her a green vial. "Hangover potion, always have one in handy just in case," he said.

Hermione took the potion gratefully and drank it down in one gulp. It tasted vile and made her want to gag but once the ringing stopped in her head she smiled. It was so worth it, "Thanks," she said handing back the empty vial.

"No problem," and it was silent again.

She fiddled with the hem of her skirt, she wanted to ask a question but she was afraid of the answer. She cleared her throat, might as well. "So…" Ron turned to look at her, she avoided eye contact, "Did- did I um… do anything- er that is-" she sighed, "Did I do anything stupid last night?" she said hurriedly, her words bumped into each other and her speech was jumbled but he seemed to understand.

He laughed shaking his head. This made Hermione flush and twiddle her thumbs. "No, you never do anything stupid," he gave her a lop-sided grin, "though you sure seemed convinced that you were seventeen last night,"

Hermione stared wide eyed, "Oh my god…" she said in a whisper. Yes, she remembered, the heated kiss last night. She couldn't bear looking at Ron.

"Hermione?" he asked concerned.

Hermione hid her face in her hands; oh she wished the floor could swallow her up. She peeped through the crack in her hand. "I'm so sorry" she said, her voice mumbled through her hands.

"It's fine," Ron said, "Nothing happened, not really, just the influence of alcohol," he said understandingly.

Hermione knew that wasn't why she did what she did last night. The alcohol was just a trigger that let out all her emotions. It made her act just the way she felt when she saw him and she was embarrassed beyond belief. Why was he so fine with it? She never felt more stupid than she had her entire life.

And to add to the bad situation Ginny came bursting in, "Ron! Break- Hermione?" Ginny said, her jaw dropped. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry I barged in, am I interrupting? Oh I should have knocked," she babbled on.

"Ginny, it's nothing, Hermione had one of her nightmares and she just asked if I could comfort her so I did," Ron explained, lying through his teeth, "right Hermione?"

It was a good excuse. Harry, Ron and Hermione, even Ginny had nightmares about Voldemort. Whenever she dreamt about it she would run over to Ron and sob until he soothed her and they both drifted to sleep. It was really comforting to know he would always be there for her. But about three years ago her nightmares have stopped and she had told Ginny that it had. Maybe it wasn't such a good excuse after all…

Hermione was surprised at his recovery of shock and quick thinking. She was zoned out until Ron had said her name, she smiled weakly, "Yeah, what he said," she said.

Ginny raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything about it, "Well come down for breakfast I'll explain to mum," she smirked at Hermione.

Hermione hopped out of bed as if it scalded her and straightened out her clothes. It didn't cover very much and made her very conscious of herself. She coughed awkwardly, trying to fill the silence. How is she ever going to look him in the face again after what had happened? She groaned inwardly, she really done it this time. Her face flushed and she stared at her toes. She wiggled the big toe than the little toe. Then she shifted from one foot to another; she figured she should say something but nothing came to mind. "I'm sorry!" she blurt out.

Ron smiled, "You already said that, come on let's get some breakfast," he pulled her by her wrist. She didn't budge from her spot, her feet planted on the floor. "Um… let's go means you actually move," Ron said slowly talking to her like he would to a child.

"I- uh, aren't you going to wear a shirt?" she took a quick glance at him. She had a great view of his muscled six-pack and arms. She bit her lip nervously.

Ron looked down on himself, finally realizing that he wasn't wearing a shirt he blushed slightly before grabbing one from the floor. He then walked out the door, leaving it open for her.

She exhaled a shaky breath. She walked out running a hand through her tangled hair. She looked in the mirror in the hallway. Her hair was messy and frizzy. She cringed, it looked horrible. Quickly she threw her hair in a bun. Better but not exactly perfect, it'll do for now.

Hermione went down the stairs and into the kitchen. It wasn't full and only had Molly cooking, Ginny helping and Ron sitting.

Molly turned and smiled at her welcomingly, "Hermione, it's so nice of you to drop by, come have a seat. I made enough for everyone!" she said and placed a heaping amount of food on her plate.

"I hope I'm not being a nuisance, just barging in like this…" she fiddled around and felt extremely nervous in front of the Weasleys'.

"A nuisance? No of course not, how could you think that? Now come and sit, I demand you eat, you look pale and last time you went home sick!" Molly lectured motherly and patted at the seat beside Ron.

Hermione obeyed and sat down. She nibbled at her food and wondered how the hell she ended up here in the first place. She was sure she was pissed drunk, and apparating was out of the question. She couldn't possible have walked. She bit her bottom lip so caught up in her thought. She peered over at Ron. He was busy eating, much like he always is, so preoccupied with food. It seemed all Weasley men think with their stomachs and Ginny often complained that Harry was also acting like the lot of them. Ron looked up and met her eyes sideways. He smiled a toothy grin before going back to eating. Hermione stifled her giggle, Ron will always be Ron.

Molly smiled at the three of them. She was about to sit down and join them when an owl came flying in from the window. Putting on her reading glasses she got recently due to her poor eye sight from old age, she opened it curiously. A small gasp left her mouth and she left muttering she had errands to run. No one really noticed she was gone. For one thing Ron was too busy eating, Hermione was too busy thinking, and Ginny was too busy smirking at the two of them.

"Hey Hermione," Ginny said not getting that smirk off her face. "I've been wondering whether or not I should have a strapless wedding dress?" Ginny asked.

Ron looked up, "I thought wedding dresses were supposed to be modest," his eyes flashing with anger. He was still very protective of his younger sister. Best friend or not Harry would have a lot to answer to if Ginny comes home crying.

Ginny rolled her eyes, "you're so old fashioned, seriously would you want your bride to wear something plain and ugly?" she pointed her fork towards her brother dangerously.

Ron colored slightly, his bride? He swallowed what he had been chewing on and cleared his throat, "Well that depends," he said.

Ginny raised her eyebrows, the smirk growing wider, "depends on what?" she asked leaning in.

Fortunately for Ron Hermione cut in before Ginny could prod him any further, "I think you should go for a more innocent look, you know cover some of it up and tease Harry,"

Ginny scoffed, "Like he hasn't already seen everything already," she said.

Ron dropped his fork; it clattered loudly on the plate, "WHAT?" he said hoarsely. He stood up glowering down at his sister.

Hermione was glad Harry wasn't here right now. He might have escaped near-death situations but she really doubt he could escape the wrath of Ron when considering his sister's virginity. She winced, not a pretty sight. "Ginny!" Hermione said in horror.

Ginny shrugged, "What? I had to wait forever to actually marry him; the least I can get is a preview and let me tell you what a great preview it was! Mm hm you'd never guess what he's been hiding under his robes-"

Ron's eyes widened and he looked positively furious, "I can't believe this!" he yelled pounding the table with his fist.

"Can't believe what? That your little sister lost her virginity before you or that she lost it to your best mate?" Ginny raised her eyebrow challengingly and smirked. She was enjoying this way too much.

Hermione's jaw dropped open, he was a virgin? She knew they never went that far when they were together, though they were close to. But through all these years he was still… she glowed, happy that no one got to be closer with Ron than her.

Ron glared at Ginny; he didn't say anything but his red face said it all. He stomped out of the kitchen and they could hear his footsteps pounding against the stairs as he made his way up to his room.

"Ginny, did you have to say that?" Hermione hissed.

"Don't tell me you weren't curious," Ginny said mischievously.

"How does Harry put up with you?" Hermione asked looking tired.

"Oh I have my ways,"

Hermione laughed, "Ok, so the dress…I think you should go more innocent. I saw this one with a square neckline and long tight sleeves; it has the most beautiful sequence all over the dress, with glittering jewels sewn on. I'm sure Harry has put no limit to price?" She said excitedly. Hermione will never admit it but she had been planning her own wedding since she was six, using her Barbie dolls. Ginny's wedding has let her fill her fantasies of her own wedding.

"Yes, Harry says I'm priceless," she smiled boastfully.

Hermione raised an eyebrow, "Harry said that? The Harry we know? When did he become such a romantic?" Sure Hermione had noticed that Harry was head-over-heels in love with Ginny that was obvious. When ever Ginny was in the same room as him he stopped talking and followed her every move with his eyes, though he never seemed the romantic type.

Ginny smiled, "I bring that side out of him, along with other sides…" she trailed off mysteriously, suggesting something that Hermione didn't really want to know about. "He likes to spoil me" she said. Then she turned serious, "So, you're not backing out of the maid-in-honor position are you?" Ginny looked at her piercingly.

"No, I'm not backing out, see I'm here early to go to the dress fitting with you, how devoted can I get?"

Ginny smiled slowly, an evil smile.

Hermione gulped. Why did she have to mention that again? It was like sudden stupidity had come over her.

"Yes so devoted that you stayed over night in the best man's room so you wouldn't be late for the dress fitting, tell me what in the heavens did you do to pass the time?"

Hermione blushed prettily, "Oh shut up," she slapped Ginny lightly on the arm.

Ginny laughed, "Alright, you're off the hook for today but I'll find out," she poked Hermione accusingly before smirking. "You can borrow some of my clothes after you take a shower, I want you to look pretty for a certain someone," she teased.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Stop it,"

"Fine, you're no fun!" Ginny, as mature as she was, stuck out her tongue at Hermione. She turned her heels and left. Hermione sighed and reluctantly followed the red-headed girl up to her room. When she got there Ginny was already waiting for her, "Go and take a shower, here," Ginny handed her a bundle of clothes and pushed her out of the room.

Hermione walked out of the room looking like Grumpy from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. She nosily stepped into the washroom not bothering to knock. When she opened the door Ron was there pulling on his shirt. His head popped up out of the collar of shirt and his wet hair fell into his eyes. He spotted her and smiled. Her jaw went slack.

"Taking a shower?" he asked.

Getting her senses back she replied, "Ginny said I should, she wants me to look clean for the dress-fitting. She's way too obsessed over this wedding,"

He smirked, "Yeah, Ginny's insane,"

A silence enveloped them. It was awkward because of the incident last night. Hermione looked at him anxiously. She couldn't help but admire how his eyes flickered with flecks of gold from the bathroom light. Even with a plain orange Cannons shirt and a pair of faded jeans he was breathtaking, or was her eyes clouded over by love?

He suddenly smiled, "Sorry I took so long. I'm done; the shower's all yours," He stepped aside and went out of the bathroom; his arm lightly brushed hers as he left. It left a tingling sensation.

Hermione stared at the shower in awe. Ron had just taken a shower in there. He had stripped down to starkers and washed in the same shower she was looking at now. Just the thought of it made her blush. A wet nude Ron would certainly be something to see. A strange feeling in her stomach lurched as she took off her clothes. She was acting ridiculous. She hopped in the shower, taking a short cold one.

Hermione did as she was told and put on Ginny's clothes. She had given her a pair of tight jeans and a t-shirt with glitter across her chest that spelt out: 'come and get it'. Hermione looked at it in disgust, but her clothes from the other night smelt of alcohol. So after dressing she marched to Ginny's room and flew open the door and shouted, "I don't like these clothes!" She was stunned and stood frozen for a second. Ginny wasn't in the room, instead Ron was there taking out what appeared to be a chocolate frog from a secret stash Ginny had told her about in sixth year. She giggled at the sight of him caught red-handed, or rather red-faced. His deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression was priceless.

He dropped what he was holding, "I'm not taking Ginny's secret stash of sweets, I swear," he held up his hands in an 'I surrender' motion.

Hermione quirked an eyebrow at him, her lips twitching to smirk, "Oh really? Who said anything about a secret stash of sweets?"

He sighed giving up, "Okay, you caught me, but shhh Ginny will have my head!"

"I don't know…" Hermione said, enjoying her power over Ron.

He looked beaten, almost to the point where he would get on his knees and beg. Suddenly his eyes lid up and he looked at her cockily, "Nice shirt," he said gesturing to the shirt.

As if by reflex her hands covered up the offending words across her chest. Her cheeks heated up. "Not a word, Ginny made me wear it," He looked amused at her obvious discomfort. The prat! He was still staring at her, his blue eyes intense. It made her shiver and heat up.

He looked away suddenly and grabbed a random shirt from Ginny's bed, "Here, I don't want you to go around like that," he said and roughly shoved the shirt in her arms before going out and closing the door behind him.

She looked down at the shirt she was given. It was a pretty blue blouse. Hermione took off the shirt she was wearing and put the new one over her shoulders and buttoned up. She smoothed it down admiring the color of it. It reminded her of the sapphire ring… she had really wanted it. She could imagine it on her finger. Subconsciously she held up her left hand and stared at the ring finger. Sighing she took her wand from the bed. "Accio chocolate frog," the desired object flew to her from Ginny's stash of sweets. She bit off the head of the frog before it could move an inch. Viciously she munched on it.

"Ginny are you- Hermione!"

She turned to the doorway, "Harry!" she got up and threw her arms around him. "It's good to see you!"

"Yeah it's good to see you too, but what are you doing here? I thought everyone else was meeting at the shop," he said pulling back from the hug.

"I kinda slept over, you know so I wouldn't forget, I mean I'm the maid-in-honor and Ginny will have my head if I was late! You know how she is," she gave him a weak smile and took another bite out of her frog.

"What do you mean how I am?" Ginny said from behind Harry.

He turned around and hugged her, planting a loud kiss on her lips. She giggled, momentarily forgetting about Hermione and how she was going to tease her about Ron.

Now if Hermione could just slip out unnoticed as the couple stared at each other. But they snapped out of it soon enough.

"Hermione slept over at Ron's room, I think she thought the house was crowded." Ginny's eyes twinkled, "But little did she know that it was empty…"

Harry looked at Ginny then at Hermione, "You stayed with Ron? Over night? What about Viena? I mean I'm glad you guys are… but that's just wrong,"

Harry who is always honorable and noble would of course think that they did something behind Viena's back... Hermione could roll her eyes at him, people have such dirty minds. Can't a guy and a girl stay in the same room over night without something happening? Granted they did kiss but she was drunk!

Hermione shook her head, "No, nothing happened it was just sleeping,"

"You know sleeping could mean a lot of things," Ginny said smiling like a cat, "For one thing, it could be something Harry and I do," she said suggestively and winked at Harry.

He chuckled and pulled her close to him, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "Mmmm, I'm thinking we need to do that more often," he said against her skin, nipping at it.

"Harry, the dress fitting!" Ginny exclaimed and pushed him off. "I almost forgot! Damn it I didn't even change!" She attacked her closet and clothes flew everywhere.

Random pieces of garment ended up all around the room. A skimpy shirt hit Harry square in the face. He held it up with a smirk and suggested that Ginny should wear it. He was hit in the head by Ron.

"Ouch! What the hell was that for?" Harry said rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head.

Ron glared as he came in the room from the hallway and moved past Harry. "I know about what you'd been doing to my sister behind my back, I'd watch out if I were you," he growled.

At Harry's confused look Hermione whispered, "He knows that Ginny's not a virgin,"

Harry took a step back and away from Ron. He cautiously lifted Hermione and put her in front of him like a shield.

Hermione laughed as Harry tried to hide behind her, "Ginny, are you ready yet?" in response a skirt flew into her hands, "I'll take that as a no. How about you wear the jeans I got for you and that green shirt, the one Ron forbade you to wear because it clung to you like second skin?"

"Hey, don't you wear that shirt!" Ron said grabbing it from Ginny's hands.

"Give that back you git!" Ginny smacked his hands and he dropped the shirt. She smiled and thanked Hermione before shooing them away so she could change. Really she was only shooing Ron away but Ron took hold of Harry and Hermione dragging them with him.

"Do you think we'll get to the shop in time?" Harry asked staring at his watch.

Hermione shrugged, "I hope so, or Ginny will start screaming at everyone," She shuddered at the thought, "She' so scary, sometimes I wonder how you're going to survive Harry," She looked at him worriedly.

"I'll be fine," he said.

Ginny came out and smiled like she hadn't been hysterical the last hour. She told them that she was ready and that they should get going. Not wanting to be on Ginny's bad side, they all agreed that she was brilliant and apparated with her.

They arrived at a bridal shop with so many dresses of so many colors that made Hermione dizzy.

An energetic woman came up to them smiling so wide it was a surprise it fit her face. She clapped her hands like a little girl and shook each of their hands. "Oh you're here! The others were waiting for you! Come come, this way. My Harry Potter you certainly are as handsome as they say. No wonder Witch Weekly was going on about what a loss it was that you were getting married!" She fawned over Harry, practically draping herself on him.

Ginny fumed and ripped the woman off of Harry and gave her a hard stare, one that could kill. "Stay away from my man!" She yelled. The woman laughed nervously and ran away out of sight. "Yeah you better run!" Ginny shouted after her, waving her fist.

"Er-Ginny? What are we going to do? She's the lady that was going to help you with the dresses…" Harry said.

"Oh my god you are so right! What the hell are we going to do? Why'd you let me scare her away? Now my wedding isn't going to happen because we couldn't find the right dress and I'm not going to be able to marry you and I'll end up an old maid who lives by herself!" Ginny burst into tears.

Hermione ran over and tried to sooth Ginny with Harry. She sighed; this was going to be one long day…

A/N: Hey! Thank you so much for the reviews! I almost cried because it was so touching! sniffles Well, hope you enjoy this one! I was going to add the whole dress fitting in it but it'd be so long and I'd probably have to make you guys wait another week or so to finish the chapter… REVIEW!