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Word Count - 398


With Friends Like You


"I can't do this, Harry," Ron moaned, wiping the sweat from his temple. "I can't… she isn't going to want this! Why did I think this was a good idea? Why did you let me do it? You're supposed to stop me from doing shit?"

Harry snorted. "When have I ever stopped you from doing stupid shit? Besides, this isn't stupid, she's going to love it, and you'll get to continue being disgustingly sappy for the rest of your life. So… stop sweating, you're going to get it all over your suit."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Priorities, mate."

"I have my priorities in order just fine. If you get to the restaurant stinking of sweat, Hermione isn't gonna be happy. You've got nothing to be nervous about, she loves you. Merlin if this is what you're like now, what are you going to be like before the actual ceremony?"

"That… is fair. Okay, deodorant spell before I leave. Ring… do I have the ring… where is the ring?"

"It's in your pocket in a little black box, you prat."

"Right. I knew that. I better go. Wish me luck?"

"You don't need luck. And do not be firecalling me about this at three in the morning unless she throws your ass out."

"Harry…"

"Yeah, yeah. Go, be happy, get drunk… no wait, don't get drunk. Bad plan. Go be happy and sweet and don't balls it up."

Ron shook his head at his best friend. "You'll be my best man, but someone else is making the speech."

"Would you really deprive me of the opportunity to wax poetic about what an asshole my best friend is? How rude."

Ron snorted and left.

Hermione gasped when he pulled the ring out, a wide smile settling on her face.

"Yes."

"Oh thank fuck - I mean, thank you, I love you."

"Harry! Harry! HARRY!"

"I told you not to firecall! Did she throw you out?"

"She said yes!"

"No shit. Why are you firecalling me at three in the morning?"

"... Mostly because you told me not to, but also because SHE SAID YES!"

"Good stuff. Piss off, I need sleep. Tell Hermione I love her, but she's a traitor for letting you call."

"She's passed out. Too much champagne."

"Sounds like a fantastic night. Go away."

"Love you too, mate."

"Uh huh. Ron."

"I'm going, I'm going."


Written for;

Character Appreciation - 8. Group - Golden Trio

Showtime - 2. Nervous

Amber's Attic - RonHermione

Canadian Craze - 8. Sweet

Hamilton Mania - A1, P10. Champagne / Extra - 9. Hermione Granger