My Ripped Dresses
This is slightly AU as there is chapter of established Nuna. Hermione's POV.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
CHAPTER 4 – GREEN
It's only been a little over a year since the final battle (and mine and Ron's first kiss/the day we got together) and here I am in a green bridesmaid dress walking down the aisle with Ron ready to watch our best friend and Ginny, the girl I think of as a sister (and Ron's actual sister) make the vow to spend the rest of their lives together. I really do love him. So that's it, Harry and Ginny are dancing their very first dance as Mr. and Mrs. Potter and despite all the reporters here to see the wedding of the one who defeated Voldemort, everyone seems to be really enjoying themselves.
WAIT! There's not supposed to be any reporters here, they must have snuck in. It' okay, Harry and Ginny haven't noticed yet. But Ron has, and he's going over to them. I'm going over there to make sure there isn't a scene so the happy couple don't notice they were ever here.
We finally got rid of them. My dress now has a slight rip on the arm where one of the reporters grabbed me while asking me about 'What was like to be apart of The Wedding Of The Century', which ended in Ron punching him for touching me.
I really do love Ron and my four ripped dresses.