Hi guys! Guess who got into a musical! Guess who had dance rehearsal! Guess who somehow hurt her knee on a turn at dance rehearsal!

Me! But it's getting better, I think. My mom and little brother brought in a fortune cookie and I popped it open and it said "keep your feet on the ground even though your friends may flatter you" and I couldn't believe that happened.

Anyway - !

Oliver grimaced as he was steered towards the door, trying to back up and go the other way, but the twins weren't having it. They were grinning rather manically, and their hands were on either shoulder.

Nearly everyone participated in the event was quite eager, as this time the bride and groom actually wanted to marry one another. Oliver was, of course, quite glad for Ginny and Dean, because at the very least they were good friends and had even dated before, but he was also very scared at the idea that he would be up at the altar quite soon, around a month left. He had nothing against Hermione, of course, he didn't know her that well, and that was part of the problem. Before all of this, he still remembered her as the small little first year with bushy hair and big teeth nestled into the corner of the common room with a large book, and not the fierce young woman with bushy hair and a cheeky grin. He had to constantly remind himself that these two versions were one and the same. The first year still shone through, of course, with the unruly hair and worried lower lip, and her front teeth were just a smidge larger, and the even larger books, but then she'd completely confuse him – like with her plan at the Ministry, and even at the Battle of Hogwarts. When she'd come up to him afterwards with a small, tired smile and a nod of her head as a 'thanks for your help,' he'd blinked and realized that it was Hermione and not a complete stranger.

Still, that did not mean he would enjoy being the one to go wake her up.

"Now, go on in, Ollie, and tell Hermione that Ginny will be super pissed if her maid of honor is still in her pajamas for the ceremony," George prompted him as Fred stood with his hand on the doorknob.

"Of course, that's a lie, Ginny would find it hilarious, but that's not the point," Fred began before the door was quickly opened and Oliver was shoved in, the door somehow managing to shut quickly and quietly afterwards.

Oliver straightened up and looked over at Hermione as she clutched her pillow. He sucked in a breath and walked over to her bed, feeling like a creep, before sitting down at her side and patting her arm awkwardly. "Hermione?" he asked quietly, "It's time to get up. Ginny's getting married."

"Hmm," she hummed, frowning a little and hugging her pillow tighter, "Can I not go?"

Surprised that she wasn't mad, as he'd seen her get whenever the Weasley kids and even Harry had gone to wake her up, he gave a grin, "I think you kind of have to."

"Right, maid of honor," she sighed, releasing her pillow and opening an eye before smiling. "You look nice."

"Thanks," he grinned back, "Come on. I think Missus Weasley said something about breakfast."

"Ugh," she groaned and sat up, rubbing her eyes as Oliver bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at her wild hair. "Okay. I was about to ask for ten more minutes, but then you mentioned food."

"That'll do it," he chuckled, standing up and waiting for her feet to hit the floor before leading the way out of her room. Once downstairs, the twins looked bewilderedly at him before frowning at Hermione.

"Why didn't you get violent?" asked George.

"Because he didn't turn my pillow into a large python," she quipped before Missus Weasley ushered her into the kitchen. Oliver shot them a grin while they only huffed, obviously having wanted to see Hermione get violent towards her intended. Harry stepped down the stairs, looking tired, but dressed nice anyway, wearing a suit just like the rest of the men, although they were in various stages of being completely dressed. For a few minutes they talked about various things, Oliver, Harry and Ron breaking away from their conversation of Quidditch to smile up at Luna as she patted Ron on the shoulder.

"Where's Hermione?" she asked airily, "Fleur and Monica say they're ready for her."

"Kitchen," Oliver answered, making her smile a thanks before stepping off that way, coming back a few moments later with a bored looking Hermione with a piece of bacon dangling out of her mouth, the boys chuckling after her.

"Hey, here's the groom!" George said happily once Seamus dragged Dean in, who looked quite fidgety and far-away. "Well, this is one wedding we'll at least be pleased about!"

Dean gave a nervous half grin before sitting down in a chair, looking quite worried. Seamus sighed and sat against the arm rest, "Poor mate. He keeps wondering if she's only doin' this to make the Edict better."

"Dean, that's a load of rubbish," Percy stated bluntly, making Fred, George and Ron chuckle a little.

"Yeah, Mate – you asked her, she gave an answer – if she'd said no, then, well, she'd be married to you anyway," Harry shrugged, "Why say 'yes' when you don't get a choice anyway, right?"

"Err – right," Ron said slowly, still trying to think through Harry's logic, "Look, Ginny really likes you. I'd say love, but that's mushy and also my baby sister. Everything will be fine, Dean. Unless, of course, you muck up. Then it won't be fine."

Dean grimaced at the pointed looks the Weasley males gave him, Harry and Oliver trying not to grin with Seamus, "Alright. Yeah. Way to motivate someone, guys."

"If it helps," Hermione said from the staircase, leaning against the railing and eating her bacon, "She's practically bouncing around saying 'Mrs. Ginny Thomas' and grinning like an idiot."

Dean perked up considerably, "Really?"

"It's seven in the morning," she said bluntly, "There's no way I could possibly make that up this early."

"Now where was this person at school?" Ron asked with a huff, fists on his hips, "We had to listen to 'early worm catches the bird' every single morning, didn't we, Harry?"

"We had to listen to 'early bird catches the worm,' Ron," Harry corrected before tilting his head up at their friend, "Uhm, Hermione, why aren't you getting ready?"

"Fleur told me I couldn't eat in there with all of the dresses," she said with a shrug, "So – here I am." She gave a grimace when a door opened and Fleur called her up, giving a sigh and popping the rest of her bacon into her mouth and saluting to the boys, the twins having which started humming the funeral march, hands over their hearts and solemn expressions on their faces.

"Poor kid," Fred sighed once the door was shut, dropping his hand as George shook his head.

"She was too young, too young I tell you," George began before brightening and turning to Oliver excitedly, "That's right, she's four years younger than you!"

"So, Oliver, tell us – how does it feel to be robbing the cradle?" Fred asked as he sat on the arm rest, patting Oliver on the shoulder as he frowned and blushed up at him.

"About the same as you gettin' kicked in the ribs," he glared.

"Ahh, they should be careful too," Seamus grinned, glad that the moody Dean had been replaced with the happy one, "Irish, Scottish – not too keen to pick a fight with."

"Hey, I thought you were on our side," George pouted a little as Charlie, Bill, Percy and Harry watched on in amusement.

"Well, why would I?" he asked, blinking, "He didn't stuff slugs down my pants when I was tryin' to talk to Helen Rogers in fourth year!"

"Don't mention slugs," Ron snapped, making Harry try to cough back his laughs and failing miserably.

"She called me Sluggy Seamus for two years!" Seamus continued, glaring at the twins, "I went to the Yule Ball alone!"

Dean gave a laugh before slapping his hands over his mouth as his friend glared at him before sheepishly grinning, "Sorry. Slipped out."

"Eet bettar not 'ave been a curse word," Fleur glared from the bottom of the staircase, a small blonde little girl on her hip, "Eef you curse in front of Victoire, we will 'ave a funeral razzer than a wedding." Dean smiled apologetically at her as Bill stood and took his daughter from her, grinning at her as she proudly showed him her dress.

"You look beautiful, Victoire," he said, pecking her on top of her head, "You ready to be the flower girl?"

"Flowa, flowa," she sang happily, making him grin a bit wider and chuckle.

"We need a few more minutes," Fleur stated before sighing, "'Ermione's 'air is…troublesome." Harry and Ron shared grins at this. "Monica is working on 'er makeup. She keeps sticking 'er tongue out every few moments and making 'er laugh, zough."

"At least they're getting along," Harry pointed out, "Hermione isn't exactly the easiest girl to get along with, especially if you have even the smallest possibility of hurting her friends."

"She should at least wait until we are done!" she huffed before going back upstairs, the boys chuckling once they'd heard the door shut.

Hermione sighed, blowing a curl out from hitting her nose and frowning when it only plopped back where it started. She was forced to wait for the bridal march, just like every other bridesmaid, although Luna was handling it far better than she was. She hated heels and whatever dress Ginny – or, rather, Fleur – had put her in. She wanted to sit down and watch in a pew, as they'd gone to the small church in the Muggle village rather than deal with the tent out in the backyard.

Luna was twirling around, watching as her light blue dress twirled around her, Monica in the same form of dress and chatting animatedly to Ginny, who was dressed in wedding robes which had been her mother's, although pinned to fit her better, with a veil pinned on top of her head. Hermione, however, was dressed differently, as she was the maid of honor, although that didn't give much of a reason in her eyes. While Luna and Monica had pale blue dresses, with billowing sleeves and long hems and modest neckline, she was in a grey-purple dress, the hem not even reaching her knees, with off-shoulder sleeves. Her hair was pinned up, making her neck feel exposed – and she was rather cold, too, as she was not used to having air hit her shoulders and neck. Whereas Luna and Monica had purple flowers, she was given blue, although they all did have the same strappy white heels.

Mister Weasley strode towards them, grinning back at Ginny before pecking her forehead. The music started, Victoire happily toddling out down the aisle with her basket of flowers, Monica walking out after her and making sure she wouldn't dump them all in one spot, Luna floated along after her, and Hermione was left to squeeze Ginny's hand, shoot her a bright smile, and step out as well.

"I won't cry, I won't cry, I won't cry," Hermione repeated to herself, looking up at the ceiling and blinking rapidly to try to get rid of the tears, as she very well couldn't wipe them away, since she was holding two bouquets. In the end, she gave a sigh and let one slip out, turning her attention back onto a barely-restricted-from-bouncing bride. Dean was beaming next to her, Seamus smiling for his best friend as Harry glanced worriedly over at Hermione, Neville keeping Teddy in line although the little boy desperately wanted to get out of the itchy suit and tie.

She gave a small smile and mouthed out, "I'm okay."

But the sad thing was, she wasn't okay. Ginny was the exception to the Edict, refusing to be sad as to who she was getting married to. But all Hermione could feel was fear and guilt. Fear that she was screwing everything up horribly, that she and Oliver wouldn't be cordial, and that her whole life was slipping out of her control. Guilt that she hadn't stopped the choice from being given to the Ministry, instead trying to sugar coat it and make it better. Guilt that it wasn't only her life that was being screwed up.

"Hermione?" Luna murmured worriedly, making Hermione glance at her out of the corner of her eye and give her a fake smile. Luna, however, not one to be fooled, smiled back and wrapped her hand around her elbow, making Hermione shoot her a thankful, weary smile before looking back at Ginny.

"Do we have to throw the bouquet, even when we all know who's getting married next?" Hermione asked dully, standing next to Monica and one of Ginny's cousins.

Ginny frowned and gave her a pointed look, "Shut up and catch."

"Luna's getting married before me, and Monica before her!" Hermione exclaimed, grinning a little when a few other people laughed.

Ginny glared at her before waving the bouquet of flowers around at her, "Alright, see this? This isn't symbolizing who gets married next. This is symbolizing who gets to take these pretty flowers home."

"I thought I got to take my maid of honor flowers home?" Hermione asked cheekily.

Ginny made an annoyed huff of air before glaring at her once again, "I'm aiming at your face."

"I'll be sure to duck," she said with a grin, dodging out of the way when the flowers zoomed towards her head. She blinked before grinning happily at the bride, "You missed!" Ginny only laughed at her, going down the few steps to hug her friend. "Ginny, you're a beautiful bride."

"And you're a gorgeous maid of honor," she smiled back, patting her cheek, "Merlin, I can't wait to be cheeky and sentimental at your wedding."

She sighed, giving a sad smile at her friend, "Yeah, well. At the very least, name your first born after me."

"Sweetie, children can't pronounce 'Hermione,'" she grinned back, pecking her cheek, "I'll be back in two weeks, you'll see me at Ron's."

"Go, have fun, frolic on beaches or whatever it is married people do on their honeymoons." Ginny arched an eyebrow at her and made Hermione wrinkle her nose, "I was keeping it G-rated. I know what they do, now shove off." Ginny laughed loudly, hugging her once again as she blushed a little before she moved on to say goodbye to Luna.

Hermione sighed and moved to Harry, who grinned at her before she leaned against the column with him. "I'm glad she's happy, Harry."

"I'm glad she is too," he agreed, watching her interact with Luna.

"You know," she started after a moment, "I always thought you two would get married." She glanced at Harry when he was silent before he turned and gave her a grin.

"I did too, around sixth year," he stated before giving a one shouldered shrug and handing her a chute of champagne. "I guess things change."

She blinked at him for a few moments before pecking his cheek, "I guess so."

Okay! Finally broke into the triple-digit pages on my computer, brilliant!

So, review, you lovely people you, and make me happy. Please, oh please, oh please?