"I love you 'Mione, I always will" Harry mummerd into her ear before kissing her neck.
"Wha..? Oh. Just a dream Hermione" The teenage girl told herself. Hermione Jean had no time to be fantasizing over boys especially ones that already had a girlfriend but, Her imagination couldn't help but go wild.
The girl was to attend the wedding of one her best friends older brothers this evening, but she had a dreadful feeling about the event. Bill Weasley was like family to her just like the rest of the Weasley Clan, and even if she didn't think very highly of his bride-to-be Fleur, she had promised to go for at least the ceremony and a short period of the reception.
Just as to be safe Hermione packed her favorite bag with a extension charm, with everything, her, Harry, and Ron would need of there were to be an attack. She would feel a little more confident with her ability to attend the event with her bag in hand.
~x~
Molly Weasley's cooking smelt heavenly as usual. The woman always made large meals for her family and honorary-children, no one could ever go hungry in the Burrow. Hermione fiddled with the ends of her hair, anticipating the wedding. She helped all of her honorary-family with their chores throughout the day. The wedding was three hours away and Hermione became quite jumpy if she hadn't been already.
Fleur had been getting ready for her big day as was the groom. Hermione had only caught a glimpse of Fleur in her gown but she look enchanting.
Hermione knew she could never look as beautiful as the part veela. She looked frumpy in her red dress which, she was borrowing from the bride herself. The dress as too big for her at the breast and hip and too tight at the waist. It sat just above her knees which were scarred and scraped up, to cover her knees she put on a pairs of nude tights that ripped at her thighs. The wedding was in two hours. "Oh, Ginny where are you?" She muttered. But almost as if Ginevra Weasley had heard her she stood at the door.
"Do you want me to do your hair, 'Mione?"
"Yes please, Gin. You know I can't do stuff like this." Without a word Ginny went straight to work. And after half a bottle of Sleekezy's later Ginny finished her hair. "Thank You, Gin."
"Your Welcome, Hermione."
~x~
Just as Hermione knew she would, Fleur looked like a Goddess, walking down the aisle. Like almost every little girl she always imagined her wedding day. Wearing a wedding dress and saying her I Do's. She still thought about it today as Fleur Delacour walked down the aisle. She hadn't thought about it much after the war started but, for the first time in years she finally felt safe to relax for a moment. Bill's eyes were tearing up and as were Fleur's father's.
Hermione had never seen a Wizard's Wedding before but she had read about them. Like how Wizarding couples almost never married very young unless it was an arranged marriage, and how a legally married Wizarding couple's magic was bonded during their wedding ceremony.
Hermione had nearly gotten lost in her train of thought when Harry took notice of her drifting away, and with a soft pinch on her arm she was back to the war strucken world she truly lived in. The Bride and Groom a just finished their vows. And they were beginning their bonding ritual.
"Ego pignus vinculum anima mea cum tua et manere in aeternum, cum vobis amor meus" Bill's words expeled themselves throughout the room as he placed the charmed ring on his Bride's middle finger. "I pledge to bond my soul with yours and spend eternity, with you my love"
"Ego pignus vinculum anima mea cum tua et manere in aeternum, cum vobis amor meus" Fluer almost mindlessly said as she slid the Bonding Ring on her Groom's finger. "Je m'engage à lier mon âme avec la vôtre et à passer l'éternité avec vous mon amour"
"With the rings of two, placed on their hands together forever shall they be. One of Silver for protection, Two of Copper for healing, But both for love. Declaramus compages ex novo matrimonio animas completum et totum!" The Ministry's Officiate pasued for air. "May I now present to you, Mister Willam Arthur Weasley and Missus Fleur Isabelle Weasley!"
~x~
The reception was awkward for Hermione to say the least she had planned to just sit and speak to "Barney" who was really just Harry under the effect of polyjuice potion but he had gone off to talk to a few people he needed to speak to leaving her alone. Ginny was talking to a few of her cousins and Luna. Ron was looking at Gabrielle Delacour with goggly eyes, although if Fluer wasn't now a married woman he surly would be staring at her as well. She truly had no one to talk to. Hermione considered going back inside of the burrow where she kept her more entertaining books but, now the wedding was over and the crowd of people around her were all unalert and loud, she felt she needed to stay alert. "Hullo, Her-minnie!" Hermione jumped realizing some one was speaking to her.
"Uh. Oh! Hello Viktor. How are you?"
"Am good, Her-minnie. How has you be-in?"
"I've been good,"
"Das good. Vould you vike to dance vith me?"
"Of course Viktor." Viktor took her hand and danced with her for the rest of the song playing and the next.
~x~
"That vas nice," Viktor had a slight rosy tint to his cheeks.
"It was," Hermione noticed Ginny signaling her from the other side of the tent. "But sadly I think I must go. I'll see you again soon Viktor!" Hermione moved herself between groups of people trying to reach Ginny.
"'Mione!"
"Hello Gin."
"Look at Ron over there... he looks furious," Ginny snorted "Must have been your dancing with Krum."
"Well if Ronald would like to dance with me he better ask me himself. He is a grown arse adult." Hermione retorted. She knew Ginny and Molly had been playing match maker between the two of them for a few years now and she had finally gotten sick of it.
"I know but you know how 'e has a hard ti-"
"Hey, 'Mione. Hello, Ginny." Harry approached the girls.
"Hey, Har- err I mean Barney," Ginny spoke in an unusually high pitch.
"Hey, can you come with me, 'Mione?" Harry asked.
"Sure," As soon as the word slipped from Hermione's mouth he began to walk. With each step she took the same feel of dread from earlier that day. She began to hold her bag tightly, slowly removing her wand. She felt like she needed it.
With one more step and only the blink of an eye passing by she heard it. They all heard it. The Loud crack of Apperation.