A/N- Hey everyone! Thanks for your reviews! A couple quick notes- someone thought that if Ron wanted to really get wasted, he'd go for something a leeetle stronger than champagne. The same though entered my mind, but I thought that would be kind of random for the song to be about a champagne high and him downing vodka or something. All right, well, on with the fic! I hope you enjoy! (Oh, and this is turning out to be a three parter!)
Disclaimer- All Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. "Champagne High" belongs to Sister Hazel.
Ron stepped outside the bathroom and took a few more deep breaths. He couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to do something, to say something. But he knew he couldn't. If he dared say anything to Hermione, either way it would turn out badly. She would either have to nicely reject him, and he'd ruin her wedding day, or if by some fluke chance, she felt the same- well, Harry would never speak to either of them again. Ron raked a hand through his hair again, breathing hard. How was he going to get through this?
Well I'm on a champagne high
Where will I be when I stop wondering why
On a champagne high
Hermione sat in the empty, quiet room, looking at her reflection. She smiled widely, but then realized it looked a little fake. What was her problem? This was her wedding day! Ecstatic happy day! She forced herself to smile wider, but then she was starting to look a little frightening, so she stopped. Who was she kidding? She would never dare say any of this to anyone, but lately, her relationship with Harry had lost a lot of its excitement. She felt so comfortable with him, and he so happily agreed with her on everything that it was just getting boring. She loved Harry, she did! It was just that in their first year of dating or so, she thought they had been so crazily in love. But then…Ron had come back. Hermione promised herself she would never fall in love with him again. Being in a relationship with Ron was chaotic and capricious and it made her feel so confused and angry that she could hardly see straight. But Ron and she just fit together. It was inexplicable. They were so completely different, but Ron challenged her in a way that Harry never could. Hermione looked down at the sizeable diamond on her finger, and sighed heavily. She remembered so clearly the first time she and Ron had kissed. They were fifteen, and deep in one of their infamous arguments. Everyone had pretty much learned to clear out when these occurred, so they were by themselves in the common room. She was yelling angrily about something, something which really wasn't that important. And Ron had suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her. Kissing Ron was like being drunk. She felt like she could barely stand up, and she felt dizzy and wonderful. She and Harry had first kissed when she was nineteen. He had been walking her to her flat after they had seen a movie. And both of them noticed that something felt different that night. Kissing each other just seemed the appropriate thing to do. And it was nice. But nothing like Ron. Everything was just so different about them. And Harry had seemed like what she had wanted. The antithesis to she and Ron's relationship. But every time she saw Ron, she felt a strange longing to have what they had had again. Hermione felt tears threatening her eyes. This was making her head hurt.
Suddenly, Ginny knocked, opening the door.
"Hermione, I think-" She started to say, then saw Hermione's face.
"What's the matter?" Ginny gasped, racing over to her.
Hermione broke down, hugging Ginny tightly.
"Please tell me those are happy tears." Ginny said nervously.
Hermione shook her head miserably.
'Okay, honey, what's the matter?" Ginny helped her sit down on the velvet couch.
"I-I'm so confused, Gin!" Hermione cried.
"About the floral arrangements? We took care of those! Blue roses, they flew them in."
"No, not the damn floral arrangements, who I'm in love with!!" Hermione started to cry harder.
"I'm hoping Harry's the front runner." Ginny's brows went together.
"I'm not so sure." Hermione wiped impatiently at her eyes.
Ginny paused for a moment thoughtfully.
"Surely you're not referring to a certain brother of mine." Ginny looked even more nervous.
Hermione started crying again.
"Hermione, really, Ron's not that great…he never puts the toilet seat down, enjoys singing show tunes in the shower….really, he's awful." Ginny was speaking very quickly.
"Gin, I'm serious. I don't think I can go through with this!"
"But don't you love Harry?"
"Of course I do. Just…maybe not like I thought I did."
Ginny put her head in her hands.
"This isn't happening." She moaned.
"Hey, you're not the one walking down the aisle! Gin, I have no clue what I'm supposed to do here!"
Ginny wore a bleak expression.
"It's looks to me like you've got two choices here. And one is going to leave a wedding without a bride."
A/N- The next part will come soon, I promise. I'd love your input on how you think this should end up.
Disclaimer- All Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. "Champagne High" belongs to Sister Hazel.
Ron stepped outside the bathroom and took a few more deep breaths. He couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to do something, to say something. But he knew he couldn't. If he dared say anything to Hermione, either way it would turn out badly. She would either have to nicely reject him, and he'd ruin her wedding day, or if by some fluke chance, she felt the same- well, Harry would never speak to either of them again. Ron raked a hand through his hair again, breathing hard. How was he going to get through this?
Well I'm on a champagne high
Where will I be when I stop wondering why
On a champagne high
Hermione sat in the empty, quiet room, looking at her reflection. She smiled widely, but then realized it looked a little fake. What was her problem? This was her wedding day! Ecstatic happy day! She forced herself to smile wider, but then she was starting to look a little frightening, so she stopped. Who was she kidding? She would never dare say any of this to anyone, but lately, her relationship with Harry had lost a lot of its excitement. She felt so comfortable with him, and he so happily agreed with her on everything that it was just getting boring. She loved Harry, she did! It was just that in their first year of dating or so, she thought they had been so crazily in love. But then…Ron had come back. Hermione promised herself she would never fall in love with him again. Being in a relationship with Ron was chaotic and capricious and it made her feel so confused and angry that she could hardly see straight. But Ron and she just fit together. It was inexplicable. They were so completely different, but Ron challenged her in a way that Harry never could. Hermione looked down at the sizeable diamond on her finger, and sighed heavily. She remembered so clearly the first time she and Ron had kissed. They were fifteen, and deep in one of their infamous arguments. Everyone had pretty much learned to clear out when these occurred, so they were by themselves in the common room. She was yelling angrily about something, something which really wasn't that important. And Ron had suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her. Kissing Ron was like being drunk. She felt like she could barely stand up, and she felt dizzy and wonderful. She and Harry had first kissed when she was nineteen. He had been walking her to her flat after they had seen a movie. And both of them noticed that something felt different that night. Kissing each other just seemed the appropriate thing to do. And it was nice. But nothing like Ron. Everything was just so different about them. And Harry had seemed like what she had wanted. The antithesis to she and Ron's relationship. But every time she saw Ron, she felt a strange longing to have what they had had again. Hermione felt tears threatening her eyes. This was making her head hurt.
Suddenly, Ginny knocked, opening the door.
"Hermione, I think-" She started to say, then saw Hermione's face.
"What's the matter?" Ginny gasped, racing over to her.
Hermione broke down, hugging Ginny tightly.
"Please tell me those are happy tears." Ginny said nervously.
Hermione shook her head miserably.
'Okay, honey, what's the matter?" Ginny helped her sit down on the velvet couch.
"I-I'm so confused, Gin!" Hermione cried.
"About the floral arrangements? We took care of those! Blue roses, they flew them in."
"No, not the damn floral arrangements, who I'm in love with!!" Hermione started to cry harder.
"I'm hoping Harry's the front runner." Ginny's brows went together.
"I'm not so sure." Hermione wiped impatiently at her eyes.
Ginny paused for a moment thoughtfully.
"Surely you're not referring to a certain brother of mine." Ginny looked even more nervous.
Hermione started crying again.
"Hermione, really, Ron's not that great…he never puts the toilet seat down, enjoys singing show tunes in the shower….really, he's awful." Ginny was speaking very quickly.
"Gin, I'm serious. I don't think I can go through with this!"
"But don't you love Harry?"
"Of course I do. Just…maybe not like I thought I did."
Ginny put her head in her hands.
"This isn't happening." She moaned.
"Hey, you're not the one walking down the aisle! Gin, I have no clue what I'm supposed to do here!"
Ginny wore a bleak expression.
"It's looks to me like you've got two choices here. And one is going to leave a wedding without a bride."
A/N- The next part will come soon, I promise. I'd love your input on how you think this should end up.