Hidden Moments

Chapter 25 - Mr & Mrs Weasley

It couldn't have been a more perfect day for Hermione. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and today was her wedding day - it couldn't have been more fitting.

Though she hadn't slept a wink last night, she looked radiant and beautiful. She studied her reflection, and noticed many things she hadn't before. She had dimples when she smiled, her freckles made her face look tidy and sweet, and her eyes stood out like a sore thumb - but the real attraction was the pearl white gown that hugged her hour-glass figure and shimmered in the light.

"Hermione?" a voice chirped behind Ginny's bedroom door - it was another Burrow wedding and it now became a tradition since George was due to marry Angelina in a few months.

"Yes?"

"Is it ok to come in?" Hermione recognised it to be Harry's voice, she said it was fine and he entered looking just as smart as he had at his wedding.

"You look great, Harry," Hermione smiled and looked back at herself. "I'm nervous."

"You look stunning," Harry reassured her. "It'll go fine, I'm here if you need me!"

Hermione turned to him and beamed. "What would I do without Harry Potter?"

Harry grinned back at her, put an arm around her and replied. "Nothing much."

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"Where's Ginny?" Ron huffed, running around in circles. "Where's the bloody cake? And-"

"Will you stop flapping!" George rolled his eyes and grinned. "You're like Mum."

Ron glared at him for a second, then continued dithering, Harry now entering the tent alone.

"What are you doing?" Harry said, looking at Ron as though he came from a different planet.

"Panicing!" Ron panted, his face red and sweaty. "This will be a nightmare!"

"Oh shut your over-sized gob, Ron!" George chuckled, slapping him on the head. "You're such a panic-arse."

"I know," Harry smirked at Ron's dazed expression. "Hermione's never been so excited!"

"Still!" Ron flapped again, now looking like an over-sized chicken, George raised an eyebrow.

"I don't get what Hermione see's in that prat." George whispered to Harry, and at that moment, the vicar called for the ceremony to begin.

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Ron stood statue-like at the alter, his face drained of colour and cold-sweat was resting on his forehead, he turned to Harry and whispered; "I don't think I can do this!"

Harry looked back at him, his face showing clear outrage.

"You better do this!" Harry hissed. "You've walked out on her once, don't do it again!"

Ron remembered the night clearly. He had walked out on his two best friends, he walked out because he was a coward... Hermione had never looked so heart-broken...

Harry must have noticed Ron's discomfort and remorse, as he placed his hand on his shoulder and squeezed it.

A sudden scream of delight was heard in the marquee, as the bridesmaids entered the tents with their partners. First in line was Ginny, Harry running up to her quickly and leading her to the front, they were followed by Luna and Neville and finally (after much persuading to Hermione) Lavender and Seamus entered the tent... Then everybody's eyes turned to the beauty that was now coming into view.

Hermione was walking as if she was in slow motion, her father by her side. Ron had never felt his heart pound so fast, she was beautiful anyway, but today she was on a completely different level.

"Hello Ronald," Hermione beamed at him. "Are you ready?"

"Y-Yeah," Ron forced a smile, he knew he was ready, he just felt a nagging feeling inside of him. "Are you ready?"

"I've been ready for years." Hermione grabbed his hand and squeezed it, that nagging feeling had suddenly disappeared - She did want to marry him.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley, Do you take Hermione Jean Granger to be your wife?" the vicar said kindly.

"Of bloody course!" Ron grinned as Hermione rolled her eyes, but smiled anyway.

"And Do you-"

"Yes, I do take Ronald Bilius Weasley to be my husband!" Hermione looked at Ron and grinned at him - It was the first time he had seen her smile like that... He liked it.

"Well, since the rings are on, and you agree that you want to be together forever-"

Ron and Hermione smiled genuinely at each other. There was only one last thing left to do...

"-You may kiss the bride."

Ron grinned at Hermione and pulled her to him.

"This is the best part." Ron said childishly, and pressed his lips to hers.

"I now pronounce you - Mr and Mrs Weasley."