This Is What It's Come To Chapter 7: the makeup, a harry potter fanfic

This is what it's come to- chapter six

By: Hailz98

A/N: I've come to the conclusion that I want more reviews I always get them from the same people (don't get me wrong I appreciate those a whole lot but I KNOW more people are reading this and not reviewing. I've been looking at my stats!) More reviews please cause if I don't get some more feedback people I'll purposely take forever to update! so yeah rant over, ON TO THE STORY!

Great. Just Bloody Great. Three days time? That's the day after the Dinner at the Burrow. I guess I'll just have to confront Fred then, because honestly, I don't think I could live without my magic anymore.

The next two days flew by and I found myself prepping for the Burrow Dinner that was only a few hours away. I hadn't talked to Fred yet so my only hopes were that he'd be there or else that would defiantly put a damper on my plan.

Lavender sent me a series of annoying letters telling me about the dinner, apparently to celebrate how everyone (with the exception of Fred and I obviously) had chosen their wedding dates. Apparently, Mr. Weasley had wanted to wait until Fred and I came to the conclusion as well, but Mrs. Weasley was far to impatient to delay throwing another party and George so kindly added that if they decided to do that then they'd have to wait another year for an answer. Good old George…he's just so funny. Remind me to punch him when I see him tonight.

Lavender so wrote saying it was formal, being all wedding related and blah, blah, blah. So it was a trip to the closet, until I realized I had absolutely nothing to wear. It'd been a while since I really needed anything super nice. I glanced at my watch, I had to be there by seven, and I still had four hours. That was plenty of time. I did live right in Diagon alley after all.I went into my favorite shop, "Witch's formal wear" in hopes of finding something, or else I was just going to settle for the dress I wore last Christmas to a ministry company party.

I looked around the small shop, and at first, absolutely nothing appealed to me. I decided to leave but just as I was heading towards the door, a dress in the window caught my attention. It was black with gold seems that snaked up the left side, fading into a flower. The dress was halter top and went a few inches above my knee.

As I stared into the mirror, examining how it looked on me, I saw a redhead step up behind me, "If you ask me, you look pretty gorgeous." I spun around.

"FRED!"

"Is there any other?"

I didn't even respond to his stupid, wise crack…I just threw my arms around him and hugged him as tight as I could, before pressing my lips onto his, balancing on my tippy-toes to reach. When I finally pulled away, he was smiling, "May I ask what I did to deserve that wonderful surprise?"

"Oh Fred, I'm just so happy your still talking to me! I thought you would hate me! It wasn't that I didn't want to marry you! It was just the initial shock of it all! I never in a million years expected for you to kneel before me and ask the most important question a guy can ask!"

"But I didn't ask you for sex."

"FRED WEASLEY! I'M TRYING TO APOLOGIZE AND TELL YOU I LOVE YOU, HERE. AND YOU GO ON MAKING JOKES! HONESTLY, COULD YOU JUST-"

He pressed his finger to my lips, silencing me. When he moved it away, he had it run through my hair, "Hermione, I love you, too."

I smiled back and he continued, twirling me around, "and! I love you in that dress! We're so buying it!"

We laughed, and despite me objections, he paid for the dress before we left to head to the Burrow.

When we got to the burrow, everyone was surprised to see us walk out through the fireplace together, holding hands. Mrs. Weasley nearly cried to joy that we weren't giving up our magic to avoid marrying each other and adding that she always felt I was family, and now I was going to actually be.

On the walk back to my house to use my fireplace to leave, we discussed the date. I told him about my passion to be married in fall, so we decided that the wedding was going to happen as soon as possible. We compromised on it. He wanted to be married on Halloween and I didn't care so long as it was fall, so October 31st was out chosen date. We wrote to our buddy Fender Blanzworth the very next morning.