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Sugar Rush
"Okay but what is this?" Ron asked, pointing to a bowl on the table filled with oddly shaped little jelly things.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Haribo. It's a kind of Muggle sweet."
Harry picked one out that looked like an egg and popped it in his mouth before he offered the bowl to Ron. "You should try them, mate, they're good."
Ron chose one that looked a little like a bear and cautiously put it in his mouth. His eyes widened.
"Oh… Wow. Uh. Can we stop and get some of them before we go home?"
Harry chuckled while Hermione just nodded. "Sure. We can drop by the supermarket before we leave. I'm pretty sure they have different kinds, so you could try them all."
…
"Ron, what's going on?" Harry asked, walking into the living room of the Burrow to find Ron surrounded by envelopes and parchment. "Your mum can be heard at the top of the hill, she's ranting so much."
"Well, so, you know that we had the Haribo right?" Ron asked, his lips moving faster than Harry had ever seen them. Now that he looked closely, his best friend was practically vibrating. "Well, they're really good, like so good, and I thought everyone should have them, right? So at first, I thought that I could enlarge them and make one sweet be a wedding invitation, but I couldn't work out the magic, and then mum saw what I was doing and exploded at me, so now I'm just using the old invites but putting the sweets in with them because they're really good and everyone—"
"Ron, how many packets have you had?" Harry asked, eyes wide. "Because I think you're experiencing a bit of a sugar rush there, pal."
"Only a few," Ron replied, waving his hand at the pile of empty packets.
Harry groaned when he saw just how many empty packets there were, and then ran his hand down his face.
"Hermione is never going to take you to the Muggle world ever again."
…
"He put Haribo in the wedding invites?" Hermione asked, brow furrowed. "But why?"
"I, uh. Think he likes them," Harry replied dryly, shaking his head. "Time to nip it in the bud though, I think. Pretty sure there's no such thing as a rehab for Haribo addicts."
Hermione snorted. "He can't be that bad."
"The empty wrapper pile was knee high."
"Oh Lord."
…
"Ron, why did the cake maker Floo me at work?" Hermione asked, stepping into the flat they shared. "She was in a right mess about whatever you'd said to her, and—"
She froze in the kitchen's doorway, staring at the sight on the table. A messily iced cake was half covered in Haribo. Ron sat at the table, deep in concentration, his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth as he carefully placed them one by one onto the cake.
"Ron?"
He turned to look at her and smiled widely. "Hey, love," he greeted cheerfully. "I know we agreed on the lemon cake, but well… this is more fun, right? And—"
"We're not having a Haribo themed wedding, Ron."
"But—"
"No."
"Hermione—"
"And still no."
He turned away, grumbling to himself as he eyed his masterpiece. And then promptly started eating it.
…
"The cake?"
"The cake," Hermione confirmed, accepting the coffee Harry offered her. "It took me two hours to get the cake maker to agree to make our original order, and Ron's been sulking ever since."
"He'll get over it. But, I was thinking…"
"I always regret my life choices when you say that."
Harry snorted. "Love you too, Hermione. No, but really. I know he's a little obsessed right now, but I was thinking you could have a little homage to Haribo at the wedding. You know, to make him happy."
Hermione sighed and sipped her coffee before she nodded. "I'm listening."
…
The day had gone without a hitch, and Ron led his new wife to the top table in the venue hall, a wide smile on his face. They sat down, Harry on Ron's other side, and watched as the guests joined them, finding their seats.
It was then that Ron saw the little wires pointing up out of the vases, Haribo on the top of each one, mixed subtly in with the flowers.
He looked at Hermione and smiled a little softer. "You put Haribo in the flowers."
"Do you like it?" she asked, her own smile brightening her already beautiful face.
"I love it, but not as much as I love you."
Leaning forward for a soft kiss, she murmured, "I love you too," against his lips.
She tasted like Haribo.