Fred didn't have any time to ponder anything the next morning. He was awoken around seven in the morning by commotion downstairs. It seemed that the anxiety that Ginny unsurprisingly had was affecting everyone. There was hustle and bustle going about, and he hadn't even left his room yet. He quickly got ready, and laid his tux on his bed, knowing he'd have to come back to it later. Sighing, he left his room.

Hermione saw Fred enter the kitchen, but she had no time more than to wave at him, and offer a sleepy smile, before she was ushered upstairs by Ginny. If Ginny had to get ready to be bride, and Hermione as maid of honour, and Katie and Luna as brides-maids, there was no time to waste apparently.

The morning went by quickly, and seven hours later, people were filling up the yard of the Burrow, being shown to their seats by the Weasley boys, and Adam and Aleks. Ginny and Hermione were looking out the window, watching.

"Hermione, I don't think I can do this." Ginny said quietly. Hermione shook her head.

"That's okay. This is what you've been wanting for years, and now you've got it. Sadly, you can't back out until you're ready. This is law now. But you and Harry love each other, and you'll make it through the first part. And you've both got plenty of friends and family who will support your every decision, except backing out of your wedding day. Your mother will kill you, but no pressure." Hermione said. Ginny looked at her.

"That was beautiful, Mione, have you ever thought of being a philosopher?" Ginny asked. Hermione shook her head.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Now go, put your dress on." Hermione said.

An hour later, Hermione was waiting for Ginny by the alter. The wedding had started, and the only one they were waiting for was Ginny. And by the cue of the music starting, everyone turned towards the walk.

When Ginny came out escorted by her father, the entire room seemed to gasp. Ginny looked gorgeous. Her dress was a white strapless one that flowed starting at the waist, puffing out slightly. It had a shimmery gold look to it, and there was a scarlet sash tied smoothly around her waist. Her hair was done up in a complicated bun that Hermione had been unable to follow when Luna did it up. There was a feather-y hair piece stuck in, with a scarlet feather, and several gold feathers. You could just barely see her shoes, but Hermione knew they were scarlet flats with a slight heel.

Hermione glanced over at Harry. He was in absolute awe of is lovely fiancé. Hermione was sure he'd be drooling if his mouth wasn't closed. Hermione tried to keep from giggling as Ginny finally got up to the alter, and the long ceremony began.

Fred watched the wedding as one of the groomsmen. He kind of zoned out when talking began, but that was okay, because he got to stare Hermione, in her maid of honour dress.

Her dress went to just above her knees, and it was red, like the one she had worn at Bill and Fleur's wedding, except it had a gold shimmery kind of look to it, similar to the one of Ginny's dress. She looked special, with her hair down. As pretty as Ginny was on her own wedding day, Fred couldn't help but look more at Hermione.

"You may now kiss your bride, Harry."

Ginny smiled as Harry leaned to kiss her. Finally, she was married. She'd have to wait until the reception was over until she had Harry to herself.

But that was okay, she did want to dance.

Fred had had something on his mind since the wedding was over. It had come to him when he was dancing with Hermione, and the song had ended, and Adam had asked her to dance with him.

Adam really was going to keep his almost-death a secret.

Fred could see Hermione on the other side of the dance-floor. She smiled politely, ending her dance with Charlie, and made her way to a table where Adam and Aleks where talking with some buddies that had been a few years under them. She was obviously danced-out. Fred made his decision immediately.

Hermione needed to know.

But Fred did not get his chance to tell her until later. It was at the moment when Fred decided this that Harry and Ginny announced they needed to leave. So everyone said good-byes and things, and Hermione exchanged hugs with Harry and Ginny –two of her best friends- and the two newlyweds left. Fred could see why. It looked as though another storm would be soon, and they'd need to be at their honeymoon destination before it hit.

Oh well.

It didn't seem like too many people were leaving. In fact, Fred was pretty sure the only ones who left then were family members, and a few friends. It wasn't too late, and people still wanted to catch up. And from the look of it, Mrs. Weasley was still serving dinners. It'd probably be a while before she thought it'd be best for everyone to leave.

Fred sighed. Leave it to the Weasleys to turn a wedding into a mini-get-together.

Aleks watched from the corner of his eye as Fred appeared from the crowd of dancers and chatters on the dance-floor, and reached his hand out to Hermione.

"Are you asking her to dance, Fred?" he asked, genuinely confused. Even Neville Longbottom had noticed that Hermione was exhausted. Fred shook his head.

"No, but I'd like to talk with her. An idea I had that I thought she'd like to hear." Fred said. Hermione smiled, and agreed, taking his hand, and letting him lead her away through the tables and to the edge of the tent, and outside into the faded evening night.

Now, Aleks was better at reading girls than boys, but Aleks was a people person, and he was not born yesterday. He nudged Adam.

"Hey, Adam, something tells me he's up to no good." Aleks said, nodding towards where Fred and Hermione had disappeared to. Adam nodded, and stood up. "I'll be back in a moment, guys." He said, before instantly disappearing into the crowd.

"Is that how you two did everything at Hogwarts, Aleks? Apparating everywhere?" one of the guys asked, and Aleks shook his head, beginning to tell another story.

Hermione smiled as she and Fred held hands, walking down to the lake again.

"We end up here a lot, don't we?" she asked. Fred grinned, and shrugged.

"That's alright, it's pretty." She said. Fred smiled.

"You know, Hermione, people keep secrets." He started out. She raised her eyebrows as they sat on the end of the dock, dangling their feet in the water.

"What did you do, Fred?" she asked. He shook his head.

"It's not me this time." He said, "But, I want to know how you think about secrets." He said. She looked at him quizzically.

"Like how?" she asked.

"Well," he said, "Do you ever feel like a secret that has been kept against you is unfair, or was not a very good idea to keep?"

"I dunno. I guess it depends on the secret, and who's keeping it." she said, swishing her legs slowly in the water, watching them.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Fred saw something. Slowly, he focused his vision. Was Adam across the lake? Fred wouldn't be surprised. He changed his mind. He knew Adam could hear him, and he knew Adam wasn't stupid.

Fred wouldn't tell Hermione.

He was going to guilt Adam into telling Hermione.

How was that, y'all? Oh my gosh, that was hard. I need to work on writing weddings. I've got to write at least one more, I think. I'm sorry if this wasn't as good as you thought it would be. I'll have a little update thing after this, but I wanted to get this out first.

Does this even count as a wedding? Please tell me if I failed you guys.

Oh well. Brilliance is as brilliance does, even if I've not much of it. –Storm