Title – Harry Potter: Return to the Chamber
Author – Grace the Amazing Cracker
Rating – PG13
Genre – Romance
Disclaimer – I own nothing, nor do I claim to be J.K. Rowling. If I was, would I really be posting my stuff on FanFiction.Net? I didn't think so. All I own is my Dream Street CD, my insane little mind, my love for R/H fics, and Jesse McCartney's leash (although I wouldn't say no to Draco!)
Summary – It's Ron and Hermione's wedding day. The day they've been waiting for all their lives. Yet, something is missing…
***
It was five years later, sometime in April. Ron and Hermione were getting married.
Hermione stood in front of the full-length mirror in her wedding gown. It was strapless with lace on the hem. She wore elbow-length gloves that matched her dress. She had combed her hair just the way Ron liked it – it drove him crazy when she wore her hair like that.
She studied herself in the mirror as her bridesmaid, none other than her new sister-in-law Ginny Weasley, placed the veil over Hermione's hair.
"Ginny," Hermione murmured.
"Yes?" Ginny replied.
"Should I be doing this?" Hermione wondered out loud. "I'm only twenty- three."
"Don't be stupid," Ginny said as she adjusted the bride's veil. "You two are perfect for each other."
Crookshanks rubbed up against Hermione's leg as if in agreement with Ginny.
"I suppose," Hermione sighed.
***MEANWHILE***
Ron stood nervously at the altar, fidgeting with his cummerbund. His two best men, his brothers Fred and George, were standing sort of off to the side, complaining in whispers about these idiot Muggle tuxedos they were being forced to wear. Ron and Hermione had wanted to have a Muggle wedding, so instead of the fancy robes in wizard weddings, the guests would don Muggle clothing and practice the Muggle wedding traditions.
The guests began filing in, and Ron smiled and waved at them as they entered. He began pacing. Fred and George were hissing at him to calm down.
Just then, the organ began playing the chords of the traditional wedding march and a tiny little girl that Ron recognized to be his five-year-old niece, Rosemary (George and his wife's daughter), walked down the aisle throwing pink rose petals all over the floor. Hermione described this task as being the "flowergirl," but Ron decided that this was so utterly strange and ridiculous it wasn't even worth thinking about.
Then, Hermione, accompanied by her father, entered. She walked down the aisle with her arm linked in her father's. Mr. Granger's eyes were wet with tears, but he held them back. When they reached the end of the aisle, Mr. Granger kissed Hermione on each cheek then sat down next to his wife, who was positively sobbing.
Hermione wove her arm through Ron's and turned toward the minister. She could hear her mother sobbing in the front row behind her. She could see through the corner of her eye Mr. and Mrs. Weasley on the other side, behind Ron. Mr. Weasley was trying to comfort his wife, and Mrs. Weasley was positively bawling.
Hermione pretended to listen to the minister babble on about life and death, she had heard it all before at her parents' friends' weddings, but Ron, who had never heard people talk about this sort of stuff before, was full-on attentionwise. Hermione heard him muttering "Wicked!" under his breath every few seconds.
Hermione saw her bridesmaid out of the corner of her eye. Ginny looked incredibly bored. Fred and George, on the other side of Ron, were fidgeting with their cufflinks.
"If anyone believes these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace," the boring old minister said. The room was silent, apart from Mrs. Weasley's sobs.
"With the power vested in me by the London commonwealth, I now pronounce you man and wife," said the minister. "You may kiss the bride."
Ron turned toward her and slowly lifted her veil. Those bright brown eyes that consoled him whenever he was upset looked up at him. Hermione smiled. Ron threw his arms around her and kissed her. He could faintly hear the audience clapping, but it sounded as if they were in a completely different dimension. When he was with Hermione, nothing else existed except the two of them.
When they ended the kiss that sealed Hermione's new name and their life together, Hermione tossed her bouquet out into the crowd. Ron and Hermione both laughed as Ginny and Rosemary both began furiously playing tug-of-war with it.
"How does it feel to be Mrs. Ron Weasley?" Ron asked his new wife. She looked at him.
"Paradise," she said. She smiled at him, but it quickly faded from her lips. "But, it feels wrong to not have Harry here."
"Well, what do you want me to do?" Ron said. "He's dead. I'm not about to go dig his body up and dress him up in a tuxedo."
"I know," Hermione said. "I just miss him, that's all."
"I do too," Ron replied. "I do too."
Author – Grace the Amazing Cracker
Rating – PG13
Genre – Romance
Disclaimer – I own nothing, nor do I claim to be J.K. Rowling. If I was, would I really be posting my stuff on FanFiction.Net? I didn't think so. All I own is my Dream Street CD, my insane little mind, my love for R/H fics, and Jesse McCartney's leash (although I wouldn't say no to Draco!)
Summary – It's Ron and Hermione's wedding day. The day they've been waiting for all their lives. Yet, something is missing…
***
It was five years later, sometime in April. Ron and Hermione were getting married.
Hermione stood in front of the full-length mirror in her wedding gown. It was strapless with lace on the hem. She wore elbow-length gloves that matched her dress. She had combed her hair just the way Ron liked it – it drove him crazy when she wore her hair like that.
She studied herself in the mirror as her bridesmaid, none other than her new sister-in-law Ginny Weasley, placed the veil over Hermione's hair.
"Ginny," Hermione murmured.
"Yes?" Ginny replied.
"Should I be doing this?" Hermione wondered out loud. "I'm only twenty- three."
"Don't be stupid," Ginny said as she adjusted the bride's veil. "You two are perfect for each other."
Crookshanks rubbed up against Hermione's leg as if in agreement with Ginny.
"I suppose," Hermione sighed.
***MEANWHILE***
Ron stood nervously at the altar, fidgeting with his cummerbund. His two best men, his brothers Fred and George, were standing sort of off to the side, complaining in whispers about these idiot Muggle tuxedos they were being forced to wear. Ron and Hermione had wanted to have a Muggle wedding, so instead of the fancy robes in wizard weddings, the guests would don Muggle clothing and practice the Muggle wedding traditions.
The guests began filing in, and Ron smiled and waved at them as they entered. He began pacing. Fred and George were hissing at him to calm down.
Just then, the organ began playing the chords of the traditional wedding march and a tiny little girl that Ron recognized to be his five-year-old niece, Rosemary (George and his wife's daughter), walked down the aisle throwing pink rose petals all over the floor. Hermione described this task as being the "flowergirl," but Ron decided that this was so utterly strange and ridiculous it wasn't even worth thinking about.
Then, Hermione, accompanied by her father, entered. She walked down the aisle with her arm linked in her father's. Mr. Granger's eyes were wet with tears, but he held them back. When they reached the end of the aisle, Mr. Granger kissed Hermione on each cheek then sat down next to his wife, who was positively sobbing.
Hermione wove her arm through Ron's and turned toward the minister. She could hear her mother sobbing in the front row behind her. She could see through the corner of her eye Mr. and Mrs. Weasley on the other side, behind Ron. Mr. Weasley was trying to comfort his wife, and Mrs. Weasley was positively bawling.
Hermione pretended to listen to the minister babble on about life and death, she had heard it all before at her parents' friends' weddings, but Ron, who had never heard people talk about this sort of stuff before, was full-on attentionwise. Hermione heard him muttering "Wicked!" under his breath every few seconds.
Hermione saw her bridesmaid out of the corner of her eye. Ginny looked incredibly bored. Fred and George, on the other side of Ron, were fidgeting with their cufflinks.
"If anyone believes these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace," the boring old minister said. The room was silent, apart from Mrs. Weasley's sobs.
"With the power vested in me by the London commonwealth, I now pronounce you man and wife," said the minister. "You may kiss the bride."
Ron turned toward her and slowly lifted her veil. Those bright brown eyes that consoled him whenever he was upset looked up at him. Hermione smiled. Ron threw his arms around her and kissed her. He could faintly hear the audience clapping, but it sounded as if they were in a completely different dimension. When he was with Hermione, nothing else existed except the two of them.
When they ended the kiss that sealed Hermione's new name and their life together, Hermione tossed her bouquet out into the crowd. Ron and Hermione both laughed as Ginny and Rosemary both began furiously playing tug-of-war with it.
"How does it feel to be Mrs. Ron Weasley?" Ron asked his new wife. She looked at him.
"Paradise," she said. She smiled at him, but it quickly faded from her lips. "But, it feels wrong to not have Harry here."
"Well, what do you want me to do?" Ron said. "He's dead. I'm not about to go dig his body up and dress him up in a tuxedo."
"I know," Hermione said. "I just miss him, that's all."
"I do too," Ron replied. "I do too."