Well, from now on there will probably be some spoilers in this story, but only in minor details. Even if some things in this story actually happened in DH, there will also be parts that didn't, because of this fanfiction being started before DH. Though the whole Krum attending the wedding...that was, well...a lucky guess. Who would've thought I would be right about something like that?!
I own no characters in this story! Whew! Glad that's off my chest.
Chapter 4
"Now...you wanted to say something?" Hermione asked, though sounding less excited, but still just as eager.
"Huh?" Ron's mind had temporarily been whipped blank; the shock of Hermione telling him that Krum was coming to visit had just ruined all of what he wanted to say to her. It was finally made plain to him that she obviously didn't care about him the way he cared about her. "Oh...yeah...no...it was nothing important."
"You can tell me anything, Ron. You know that, right? I'm your best friend."
There were the words that every man dreaded to hear: 'I'm your best friend.' It was torturous to have to cover just how bad it made him feel. "Yeah, I know. I just...Oh, it doesn't matter. Let's just go in and get some food." His voice sounded as happy as possible in order to mask the face he kept hidden from Hermione that was covered in disappointment and heartache.
The atmosphere in the house for the next couple of days was nothing short of chaos. There was a slight tension between Ron and Hermione, though Ron chose to cover up his jealousy to the best of his ability. Though his ability proved to be not so great, as he would take out his frustration on every little dust particle he came in contact with, as well as the unperfected furniture he was assigned to set up. It was to say, that his help with the chores seemed to burn more holes in places where they ought not to be, then actually accomplishing the chores set before him. Once again, making more work then there was to begin with. As for Hermione, she thought it was just more of Ron's immature behavior that she had gotten to know so very well over the last six years.
"Fleur is so excited to have Viktor attend her wedding," Hermione was explaining to Harry yet again that Krum was to be visiting soon (Ron listened in from a short way across the room propped against the wall, eating a sandwich in a most violent fashion). "Viktor is excited as well. He is so excited to get to see you, Fleur, and me again!" Hermione stopped and looked at Ron with a startled expression on her face, for his hand that he was using to prop himself against the wall had fallen down to his side and his head made a loud crash on the wall. Ron was rubbing his head as he stumbled towards a chair, thinking about Hermione's words, 'he is so excited to see me again.'
Hermione turned her head back to Harry and continued on as though there was no interruption. "Fleur was actually quite happy that I invited him, because she didn't know how to contact him, really; she had me send him an invitation right away." Harry nodded his head and glanced over at the overly jealous Ron, who had taken refuge at the table, thinking he couldn't possibly fall over while sitting down. "She almost started asking me if I could invite Cedric, but...well..."
The awful memory of Cedric's death once again was flooding back to Harry's thoughts, and a surge of guilt pumped through his veins. "Just drop it," Harry said as he began to walk away towards the stairs. If Harry had had any bit of motivation inside him to surrender to Ginny at that point, it had all left him now. The thought of having one more person he cared about killed for him, killed in front of him, gave him this overwhelming sensation that his heart could no longer work properly.
Then came the craziest day of them all: the day of the wedding. There were people flooding into the Burrow every minute: family, friends, friends of family, and of course...Viktor Krum.
Hermione threw her arms around Viktor's neck the moment he walked through the door. "How have you been?" she asked eagerly. "Letters hardly cover the details, tell me everything!"
Though from across the room Harry was talking with Ron, who had his faced crunched up into a frown and wasn't remotely interested in listening to a word Harry was saying. He wanted to stick with the scandalous topic of Hermione and Viktor. "She is really laying it on thick, isn't she? What the hell does she expect to get from him?"
Harry was quite appalled being cut off mid sentence to resume the Hermione conversation with Ron that they only just had five minutes ago. "I don't know, mate. This could be another jealousy thing."
"She called me her best—"
"Friend, yeah, I know. You told me already."
"So?"
"So what?"
"So...why would she just tell me that? If she's just trying to make me jealous like you think she is, why would she throw out that she's my best friend?"
"I don't know, mate. And frankly, I don't intend to ever try to know. Trying to understand a girl's mind is like trying to read Latin: it's impossible unless you know everything."
"I just don't get it...what does he have that I don't?!"
"Well...at the moment, he's got Hermione's arms around his neck, whereas, you don't," Harry said with a smirk.
"Oh thanks, Harry, now I feel loads better," Ron said sarcastically and stormed away going between throwing Harry and Krum the dirtiest looks he could muster.
The 'I dos' were said and the arch, chairs, and isle were cleared leaving a nice large dance floor in its place, in which Ron avoid for a good part of the first hour of the reception. He sat at a table facing the dance floor with a disgusted look on his face as he watched Hermione and Viktor dancing. Luckily, there had been no slow songs, because the anger built up on Ron's face might have turned murderous by something as extreme as them dancing close to each other moving their feet to an extremely slow beat.
"Just ask her to dance!" Harry said finally.
"I can't," Ron replied in hopeless tone.
"Yes, you can. Don't let Krum ruin this for you like he did back at the Yule Ball."
"I think they're together," Ron said in a voice of uncertainty. "I can't just ask her to dance if they're an item."
"I wouldn't be so sure..."
"What? How would you know?"
Though before Harry could answer, Ginny had plopped down into a seat next to Harry. "Hey guys! How you doin'?"
"Oh, I'm doing great," said Harry.
"Yeah, I'm doing swell..." Ron added sarcastically, and then began to mumble about nonsense under his breath.
Though he didn't get far in his ranting about how horrible the reception was because Ginny took notice of someone approaching the table and cut Ron off in order to ask, "Would you dance with me, Harry?" Though, before he even had time to register the question, Ginny was dragging him out of his chair by his wrist and forcing him to move with her to the dance floor.
Ron didn't even know what had happened. One second Harry and Ginny were there, and then next they were on the dance floor. Though, he had noticed Ginny had seen something, but what was it? Then he saw it; his heart stopped, or so it felt, when he saw the angelic figure of Hermione approaching him.
I really don't feel this chapter was very cliffy, but oh well...I tried.
I swear that I didn't mean for Hermione to seem bitchy; I didn't mean that she was purposely hugging Viktor, or dancing with him to piss Ron off. I meant it more as she's excited to see an old friend again. Though she is taking advantage of Ron's jealousy, I will admit that.
Well, I hope you liked it.
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This is an alternate scene to this chapter that the King of Cheese (better known as feisty firecracker) came up with. I told her I would put it in here just for her. So here it is:
(Starting at the beginning of this chapter, you should be able to figure out where it starts...)
"Now...you wanted to say something?" Hermione asked, though sounding less excited, but still just as eager.
"Huh?" Ron's mind had temporarily been whipped blank; the shock of Hermione telling him that Krum was coming to visit had just ruined all of what he wanted to say to her. It was finally made plain to him that she obviously didn't care about him the way he cared about her. "Oh...yeah...no...it was nothing important."
"You can tell me anything, Ron. You know that, right? I'm your best friend."
There were the words that every man dreaded to hear: 'I'm your best friend.' It was torturous to have to cover just how bad it made him feel. "Yeah, I know. I just...Oh, it doesn't matter. Let's just go in and get some food." His voice sounded as happy as possible in order to mask the face he kept hidden from Hermione that was covered in disappointment and heartache.
Hermione walked ahead of Ron towards the house. Ron picked up a rose lying on the ground and yelled out of frustration, and threw the rose right towards Hermione. Shocked from the loud and sudden noise coming from Ron, Hermione turned around to see what she may have thought was eating his leg, only to get hit in the face with the rose. Tough the impact of the thorns cut her skin leaving a shimmering red cut upon her forehead.
Hermione entered the kitchen where everyone was eating, followed in shortly after by Ron, only to hear the cries of Mrs. Weasley, and the look of admiration from the boys that sat gathered at the table.
"Are you trying to steal my thunder?" asked Harry, starring at the familiar shaped cut on her forehead.
"I think the better question would be, 'are you trying to steal my lightning?'" Fred commented laughing at the damage inflicted upon her head.
"How did this happen to you dear?" asked Mrs. Weasley's concerned voice. Though she was ignored by everyone, except Fred, who decided to tell her to stop worrying, and that it was quite a brilliant thing that now there were two people with the completely remarkable shaped cut on their forehead.
"So what are you, now?" George asked, nearly laughing himself to tears, "the girl who lived?"
Hermione smiled. "Actually, I would say so..." She threw Ron a look of utter humor and continued, "or I guess you could say: I'm the girl who lived through Ron's violent rose throwing extravaganza."
The whole point of this thing was to be just a random bit that might make you laugh, especially the fact that a thorn on a rose thrown at Hermione gave her a lightning shaped cut on her head. Ha!
There you go, King of Cheese...I added a bit of my own since we last talked about it.
By the way, I don't intend on doing this with every chapter from now on.