Here's another chapter! By the way, the only reason that I'm updating it now is because I got today off from school because of the snow! Let it snow!
By the way, the begining of the story was set in 2004, but the year that they're in now is 2005 (Obviously).
Chapter 9
When I came home from work the next week, Ron was already home, which was odd.
"Why are you home so early?" I asked, taking off my coat (which seemed to be shrinking).
"Harry said I finished all of the paperwork I had today." He said, grinning. Then I had a proper look at our Living Room.
The curtains were closed. The only light was from a lit candle, making the room look cosy and warm. Ron came and stood behind me, putting his arms around my waist.
"Nice?"
"Oh," I breathed. "Yes."
"Happy-almost-Birthday."
"But, my birthday's a month away!"
"Hence the "Almost" bit."
"Oh Ron…..It's just…..so lovely that you did this!"
"Shows how much I love you."
This was one of the many (There were like a thousand) reasons I loved him; he was so romantic.
Flashback
This was it, our wedding day. The day I became Mrs. Weasley, like Fleur and Angelina and all of my other sister in law's …
Ginny was standing there, wearing a gold satin dress with a red sash.
"Just one hour to go." She told me. I nodded and stared into the mirror. I was having my hair done for the wedding by a hairdresser before put my dress, shoes and a tiny amount make-up.
"Ginny, trust me, you all look amazing." I said as she started checking herself in the mirror next to me. She smiled.
"Thanks. The other two are having their picture's taken now downstairs, but I'm going to wait until you're ready." I nodded. Fleur and Angelina were looking pretty amazing too, and, like Ginny, were wearing gold dresses with red sashes, but I still thought that Ginny had a certain beauty about her.
"Alright, I think that I'm done." The hairdresser said, standing back and smiling. "Take a look.""Wow, Hermione, Ron will literally run down the aisle to get you!" Ginny said approvingly. I looked and my mouth fell open.
My hair was no longer terribly bushy; It was just curly now. My hair was cascading down my shoulders and I didn't recognise myself.
"Wow." I said. Ginny smiled.
"Well, let's put on your dress and get downstairs to take pictures." Ginny said.
After Ginny had helped me into my dress (Luckily, I wasn't like Ron, and ate constantly, so it still fit fine) and I'd added my shoes and a little blusher, Ginny and I walked down the stairs where the other bridesmaids and the photographer were waiting.
"And the bride had emerged!" He shouted, shooting photo's at me. My parents were also downstairs, my father in the new dress robes I'd bought him in Diagon Alley, and my mother was in blue dress robes that Ron had brought her (He'd insisted), just like the ones that Molly was wearing.
"Oh my…..Hermione, you look stunning!" My mother said, kissing me quickly on the cheek.
"Thanks." I said, blushing.
"'Ermione, you look amazing." Fleur said throatily, her blonde hair surrounding her like a sheet. I blushed even deeper red. That meant a lot, coming from Fleur, my future sister-in-law, who was, of course, a quarter Veela.
"Thank you Fleur." I said.
"Ron will not be able to keep 'is 'ands off you!"
Molly came in, wearing her best dress robes.
"Are we ready then?" She asked us all as the photographer began to pack up.
"When you are." I gulped. Molly smiled at me.
"Right, girls, you walk in when the music starts, just remember that, OK?" We all nodded as Molly turned away and walked into the garden, up the path and into the marquee, which was very similar to the one that Bill and Fleur had.
We followed Molly into the garden and waited outside.
"Well, I better go and take my seat, Good Luck dear." My mother said stroking my cheek, before going into the Marquee.
"You'll be fine, the worse that could happen is that Ron will walk away, pick you up in the middle of the aisle and run off with you while we're still walking." Ginny said, while everyone else nodded.
Then the music started.
I grabbed my dad's arm as Ginny, Angelina and Fleur began to walk in, just a foot or two ahead of me. Then my dad steered me into the tent.
Ginny and the other bridesmaids seemed to glide down the aisle, all eyes on them first, but then, they turned to me. Ron was staring at me in awe, as if I was the prettiest witch in the whole world. He was dressed in his new dress robes and was grinning so widely that I thought his face must of hurt. When I reached him, I gave him a large smile and we turned to the priest, who was that same tufty haired wizard who did Dumbledore's funeral and Bill and Fleurs wedding.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two faithful souls….."
Ron and I couldn't stop smiling at each other, and we were both finding it difficult to concentrate on the tufty haired wizards speech.
"Do you, Ronald Billius, take Hermione Jean to be your wife…?" I lost track of the conversation for a moment as Ron turned to me, his eyes shining.
"I do." He said suddenly. I smiled and began to listen to the tufty haired wizard the best I could.
"And do you, Hermione Jean, take Ronald Billius to be your husband…?"
Molly and my own mother were both crying into Handkerchiefs quietly, and I turned back to Ron. I stared into his gorgeous blue eyes and smiled.
"I do." I said when the wizard had finished talking.
"Then I declare you bonded for life." The wizard beamed, waving his wand and suddenly, the balloons that George had tied above us burst and little birds flew around us, as the sparks from the wizards wand fell onto our hands, our fingers entwined tightly.
Soon, much like Bill and Fleur's wedding, everyone was crowding around us, wanting to get a good look at us, most of them from Ron's side of the family, who all had red hair, the Weasley's among them.
"Congratulations dear!" Molly said when she reached us, giving me a tight hug.
"Welcome to the family Hermione!" Arthur said, giving me a fatherly hug too.
"Thank you Molly, Arthur." I said. They smiled at us.
"You can call us mum and dad if you want Hermione." Molly said, stroking my curls.
"Thanks Mo-I mean, mum." I said quickly. "Thanks for lending me your dress, it's just gorgeous."
"Oh, thank you, I always thought of it as being s bit old…."
"Old? It's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen! Plus, I didn't have to go looking for the perfect one when it was sitting in your wardrobe." Molly blushed.
"Oh! Thank you!" She said.
Soon Harry, Ginny and Teddy came over to greet us, accompanied by Andromeda.
"Congratulations!" Andromeda said, holding a two year old Teddy, who smiled up at us shyly. Back then, he didn't like to talk, not a lot. "Mr and Mrs Weasley!"
"Thanks!" I said, while Ron's grin was so large that I was surprised that his face didn't fall off.
After everybody had congratulated us, Ron and I took to the Dance floor (Which had really just appeared) to have our first dance.
"Sorry if I step on your feet." Ron said, going a little red as everyone backed off so that we were alone. I went red too.
"It's OK, I might step on your foot too, I'm so nervous, dancing's never been my strong point."
"Mine neither."
The music started. We both took a deep breath and started to slowly dance to When You Say Nothing At All by Ronan Keating. I loved this song, it showed how much a person could love you.
I smiled up at Ron, who smiled back down at me. God, he has such a beautiful smile…
He bent down a little and kissed the top of my head, before spinning me round, making me giggle a little.
Suddenly, Ron's arms were tightly around me, and I snuggled into him.
As the song ended, I leant up and we kissed in the middle of the Dance floor. Everyone around us applauded loudly, George even wolf whistled. When I looked around, My mother and father were dancing, Ron's parents were dancing, Harry and Ginny were dancing, Andromeda was doing a little dance with Teddy in the corner, Bill and Fleur were dancing, other couples included my other relatives and the Weasley's. I smiled round at them all, before looking up at Ron.
"I really do love you Ron." I said.
"I know, that's why you married me, remember?" He said, grinning as we danced some more.
"Yes, Ronald, I was there, remember? I was the one in the white dress who walked down the aisle with the bridesmaid's."
"Oh, you mean the beautiful one with the brown curls? I remember her, she was stunning."
"Yes, she was." I smiled as he leant down to kiss me again.
The night was exactly perfect, even George didn't muck it up by testing some more products for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. The food and drink was amazing, the waiters were all so cheerful and polite, the band was always in full swing, even when they had to play Muggle music, the guests were all having fun, and, best of all, Ron and I danced the Evening away in each other's arms.
By midnight, everyone was quite, well, drunk. Even Harry had drunk a bit, and was close to fatigue. Teddy had fallen asleep already, and so had most of my family, especially my very old grandparents.
"You tired yet Hermione?" Ron whispered in my ear while we were still dancing.
"No." I whispered back. This was a conversation meant just for us and no one else. "Are you?"
"No. I don't want to ever go to sleep."
"Why?"
"Because no dream can compare to reality, it's just too good." I kissed him gently on the lips and we stayed like that for a while. When we finally broke away, I realised that we, Harry and Ginny, Molly and Arthur, Bill and Fleur, and then George and Angelina were the only people left on the dance floor. All of the couples were gazing at each other intently. I smiled at my family.
End of Flashback
"Oh Ron." I said.
"And I made dinner."
"OK, bring out the train wreck of a dinner."
"OI! I can cook!"
"Yeah, toast."
"My mum taught me!"
"I was joking Ron, I'm sure that your dinner's lovely."
September seemed to come too quickly. As it drew nearer, so did my birthday-the day I was dreading.
"Come on Hermione, everyone loves their birthday." Ron said to me when I sighed.
"Not me, I'll be twenty six!" I told Ron.
"So? So will I."
"In March!"
"Oh well!"
"I just feel so old Ron."
"You're not Hermione, old is mum's age."
"Don't let her hear you say that Ron."
"I won't. But I'm right."
"I know. For once."
"I've been right before!"
"Not that often."
"OI!"
"I'm kidding Ron."
It was probably just the hormones talking. My stomach was nice and round by now, and I was beginning to feel really fat, even though I shouldn't of.
But before my birthday, we had to get through James's first birthday. Ginny had insisted that we had a little birthday tea with the family to celebrate.
"That year has gone by so fast." I told Ginny a few days before James's birthday in the kitchen in Grimmauld Place.
"I know. It's hard to believe that there's another on the way." Ginny said, rubbing her six month pregnant stomach. Like mine, the baby was very big and lively.
"So, you went for a scan with Harry last week." I said. She nodded.
"I found out that we're having another boy."
"Oh Ginny! That's wonderful!" I said. "Congratulations." She smiled, but she still looked a little down. "What is it Ginny?"
"I think that I've inherited the dreaded Weasley curse." She said. "I mean, I'm pleased, nonetheless, but one day I want a little girl."
"Maybe one day you'll have one." I told her, reaching across the table and grasping her hand.
"So, are you having a boy or girl?" Ginny asked.
"I don't know, we haven't asked yet." I said.
"So, if we both have boys...Do you know what that means?" she asked. I nodded. "Maybe Ron got the curse as well."
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