UNTITLED SO FAR
(THEIR FUTURES STARTED)
Part I- The end of Hogwarts
The snow of summer gentely danced in the air around the leaving hogwarts students. Harry sighed with relief that his last, long year was over. 'Well that's it, over, back to Privet drive, until i can find my own place that is.'
Ron nodded in agreement and took time to think. After five, long, thoughtful minutes Ron finaaly came up with a solution to Harry's problem. 'Come back to by my house til you get your house that the ministry are paying for. Call your evil, i mean very evil relatives from there and say you'll never see them again! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!
'But if you're never going to see them or speak to them again, how are they going to came to the wedding????' Hermione asked sighing with confusion (if you haven't already realised, i like to use the word sigh).
'Please!' Harry yelled giving Hermione a stern look, 'Me and Nehaal wanted it as secret as possible! And besides, we want to have the wedding at Hogwarts, and we've already made plans with Dumbledore. Nothing to shabby for my angel! Ok, I need to know soon, Hermione, all you're family's coming, Ron, what about you?' Harry asked, as he plodded toward the train.
Ron took a while to count his family members on his fingers, and then paused to remember who he'd left out. 'Charlie! Charlie's the only one not coming, he's new job in Norway isn't giving him enough time, he can't make it. Sorry Harry.'
Harry stepped on the train, and as he walked down the carrages, paused and managed to say, 'Shame really, his research could have helped me in my new job for the ministry. I've got to produce reports on the magical creatures across the world. As soon as something happens, my reports could help the ministry to stop anything to strange happening before the press have their way.'
'That sounds like my kind of job. When do you start?' Hermione asked, looking down at her feet, unhappy that Harry had snatched her main job offer.
'Well, as well as the ministry giving me money for the house, they've given me six months to find a house and get settled.' Harry said with a satisfied look in his eyes.
'I thought you were gonna take the position as seeker for the stingers?' Ron said, looking puzzled.
'I have. The ministry have aloowed me to work at home, and they just tell me when I have an assignment, and say when it's in for, so I can work it around my Quidditch games and practices.' Harry retraced the whole conversation in his mind.
Ron felt quite happy then. He had been confirmed as one of the beaters of the same team that Harry had just told Ron he was also joining. 'So despite us leaving hogwarts, we won't have to not see each other anymore!' Ron jumped up with glee.
Hermione then recapped her short, but satisfying relationship with Harry. 'I can't believe you're going out with her though. After all the things she's done! She even tried to kill you, until she realised she loved you.'
'You're just jealous because I realised I loved her.' Harry teased Hermione. 'Don't worry, we're still friends!'
'Hmm, I guess you're right, look who I had to settle for!' Hermione chuckled, as she left Ron alone to pick up his bags that had fallen out of his pocket.
'There you are my fioncée! Can you believe we're getting married in exactly a week!! Oh, yes, by the way, I've got a suprise for you, and Hermione and Ron . . . our very own, private block!' Nehaal exclaimed, jumping up and down with excitement.
'Hey, you guys, I've just realised, that was an insult!!!' Ron yelled, running up the carriage.
Hermione shook her head in disbelief. 'I know you're sweet and all, but you are a huge idiot!' Hermione laughed, kissing Ron's cheek as they sat down into their carriage. 'Is this why Dumbledore let you go early, to decorate our carriage?' Hermione asked looking around the white carriage, she couldn't be sure, but she thought it was a wedding theme . . . and the only thing she could think of was the fact that Harry and Nehaal we're getting married.
'Yes, it has a wedding theme, as you've probably guessed . . . Hermione? You look a bit puzzled, is there something I can explain? What, did you reject . . . ' Nehaal cutted herself off, just realising that Ron hadn't done it yet and she was just about too let it slip.
Hermione awoke from her daze and said, 'The only reason I'm puzzled is that there's a wedding theme to this, and you and Harry got engaged ages ago.'
Nehaal nudged Harry, 'Oh, yes, it's a late celebration! Nehaal didn't think we had celebrated enough!' And that was all Harry could say, before Hermione butted in and said 'Oh, a late celebration! I didn't think that Harry proposing to you on the top of Hogwarts on Christmas day was enough for a wedding celebration!!' Hermione exclaimed, not realising what was about to happen . . .
After about an hour of the six hour trip back to London by train, Harry whispered to Nehaal to whisper to Ron, 'Do it know, she's even more unaware than you in Snape's class!' but unfortunately, Ron got the wrong end of the stick (as usual) and yelled out, 'You sick, perverted boy! Not now, not in public!'
' Ron! Not that . . . I mean the other thing the . . .'
'Oh! Sorry Harry! You do have to explain a little! You know I'm slow!!! I want to wait until the right moment . . . until I was ready,' Ron replied after trying to think what Harry had meant as 'the other thing'.
Laura and Oliver (If you've read my bio, you'll understand why I put myself and Oliver together) had walked into the carriage opposite, and despite the private rooms having doors, they were still not completely oblique.
Hermione looked through the door squinting her eyes. 'It's Oliver and Laura!!' she screeched.
'What's so bad about that?' Ron asked, looking puzzled (as usual).
'Don't you realise? They're getting married aswell, we're having a joint wedding with them,' Harry explained, hoping Ron would realise.
'So? Don't you want them to?' Ron asked again. Harry sighed and burried his head in his hands.
'You are soooo stupid,' Harry mumbled through his hands.
'Laura is four years younger than Oliver!' Hermione yelled as calmly as possible. Ron shrugged agin, still not realising what was so bad. Hermione tried again, 'Laura is four years younger than Oliver and they are getting married, do you not see something wrong there?'
Ron still looked puzzled, and then realised, 'There's a four year age difference he blurted out.
'Well done!' Nehaal joked, 'You are the slowest person I have ever met!'
Ron went red, and then broke the laughter, 'He must really love her though. He travelled alway the way down to Hogwarts just so they could be together on the train ride home.'
'I think it's sweet. I bet you'd never do something that sweet for me,' Hermione said, and then stared out of the window. Harry gave Ron a glare as if to say 'If you don't do it know, she won't say yes.' Ron replied with a look that said, 'Don't worry, I've got a plan, and handed Harry and Nehaal a piece of paper.
After reading it through a few times, he handed it back to Ron, and nodded. 'Good plan, I'm sure she'll love it.'
'What's on that piece of paper? What plan? Who'll love it?' Hermione had awoken from her daze.
'Nothing, Nothing. All I'm saying is I hope you'll love it,' Ron assured her, hastily checking his watch, 'Any minute now.' Then there was four awkward minutes of silence, and all you could her were the giggles coming from Laura and Oliver. CLICK! The power had gone off, and the train had stopped. 'Perfect,' Ron said feeling around inside his robes. 'There it is.' As all the screamings from the rest of the train had stopped, Ron made his move. He started to bend down, and blocked out all other sound. All he could hear was the nervous voice in his head saying no, no, she's going to say no, I'm about to crash and burn and Hermione's squeals of excitement, that sort of reminded Ron of a pig rolling around in mud. 'Hermione . . . you are one of my best and dearest friends,' Ron managed to squeeze out from his lips while he was shaking like mad. His shaking seemed to calm down slightly as he saw Hermione shaking too. He paused, just to hear that squealing again, it may have sounded like a pig, but he didn't mind. 'And even if I was your last chance, I'm still glad you picked me. Now, I've considered this for a long time, but . . . will . . . will . . . you . . . m . . . marry me??'
(THEIR FUTURES STARTED)
Part I- The end of Hogwarts
The snow of summer gentely danced in the air around the leaving hogwarts students. Harry sighed with relief that his last, long year was over. 'Well that's it, over, back to Privet drive, until i can find my own place that is.'
Ron nodded in agreement and took time to think. After five, long, thoughtful minutes Ron finaaly came up with a solution to Harry's problem. 'Come back to by my house til you get your house that the ministry are paying for. Call your evil, i mean very evil relatives from there and say you'll never see them again! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!
'But if you're never going to see them or speak to them again, how are they going to came to the wedding????' Hermione asked sighing with confusion (if you haven't already realised, i like to use the word sigh).
'Please!' Harry yelled giving Hermione a stern look, 'Me and Nehaal wanted it as secret as possible! And besides, we want to have the wedding at Hogwarts, and we've already made plans with Dumbledore. Nothing to shabby for my angel! Ok, I need to know soon, Hermione, all you're family's coming, Ron, what about you?' Harry asked, as he plodded toward the train.
Ron took a while to count his family members on his fingers, and then paused to remember who he'd left out. 'Charlie! Charlie's the only one not coming, he's new job in Norway isn't giving him enough time, he can't make it. Sorry Harry.'
Harry stepped on the train, and as he walked down the carrages, paused and managed to say, 'Shame really, his research could have helped me in my new job for the ministry. I've got to produce reports on the magical creatures across the world. As soon as something happens, my reports could help the ministry to stop anything to strange happening before the press have their way.'
'That sounds like my kind of job. When do you start?' Hermione asked, looking down at her feet, unhappy that Harry had snatched her main job offer.
'Well, as well as the ministry giving me money for the house, they've given me six months to find a house and get settled.' Harry said with a satisfied look in his eyes.
'I thought you were gonna take the position as seeker for the stingers?' Ron said, looking puzzled.
'I have. The ministry have aloowed me to work at home, and they just tell me when I have an assignment, and say when it's in for, so I can work it around my Quidditch games and practices.' Harry retraced the whole conversation in his mind.
Ron felt quite happy then. He had been confirmed as one of the beaters of the same team that Harry had just told Ron he was also joining. 'So despite us leaving hogwarts, we won't have to not see each other anymore!' Ron jumped up with glee.
Hermione then recapped her short, but satisfying relationship with Harry. 'I can't believe you're going out with her though. After all the things she's done! She even tried to kill you, until she realised she loved you.'
'You're just jealous because I realised I loved her.' Harry teased Hermione. 'Don't worry, we're still friends!'
'Hmm, I guess you're right, look who I had to settle for!' Hermione chuckled, as she left Ron alone to pick up his bags that had fallen out of his pocket.
'There you are my fioncée! Can you believe we're getting married in exactly a week!! Oh, yes, by the way, I've got a suprise for you, and Hermione and Ron . . . our very own, private block!' Nehaal exclaimed, jumping up and down with excitement.
'Hey, you guys, I've just realised, that was an insult!!!' Ron yelled, running up the carriage.
Hermione shook her head in disbelief. 'I know you're sweet and all, but you are a huge idiot!' Hermione laughed, kissing Ron's cheek as they sat down into their carriage. 'Is this why Dumbledore let you go early, to decorate our carriage?' Hermione asked looking around the white carriage, she couldn't be sure, but she thought it was a wedding theme . . . and the only thing she could think of was the fact that Harry and Nehaal we're getting married.
'Yes, it has a wedding theme, as you've probably guessed . . . Hermione? You look a bit puzzled, is there something I can explain? What, did you reject . . . ' Nehaal cutted herself off, just realising that Ron hadn't done it yet and she was just about too let it slip.
Hermione awoke from her daze and said, 'The only reason I'm puzzled is that there's a wedding theme to this, and you and Harry got engaged ages ago.'
Nehaal nudged Harry, 'Oh, yes, it's a late celebration! Nehaal didn't think we had celebrated enough!' And that was all Harry could say, before Hermione butted in and said 'Oh, a late celebration! I didn't think that Harry proposing to you on the top of Hogwarts on Christmas day was enough for a wedding celebration!!' Hermione exclaimed, not realising what was about to happen . . .
After about an hour of the six hour trip back to London by train, Harry whispered to Nehaal to whisper to Ron, 'Do it know, she's even more unaware than you in Snape's class!' but unfortunately, Ron got the wrong end of the stick (as usual) and yelled out, 'You sick, perverted boy! Not now, not in public!'
' Ron! Not that . . . I mean the other thing the . . .'
'Oh! Sorry Harry! You do have to explain a little! You know I'm slow!!! I want to wait until the right moment . . . until I was ready,' Ron replied after trying to think what Harry had meant as 'the other thing'.
Laura and Oliver (If you've read my bio, you'll understand why I put myself and Oliver together) had walked into the carriage opposite, and despite the private rooms having doors, they were still not completely oblique.
Hermione looked through the door squinting her eyes. 'It's Oliver and Laura!!' she screeched.
'What's so bad about that?' Ron asked, looking puzzled (as usual).
'Don't you realise? They're getting married aswell, we're having a joint wedding with them,' Harry explained, hoping Ron would realise.
'So? Don't you want them to?' Ron asked again. Harry sighed and burried his head in his hands.
'You are soooo stupid,' Harry mumbled through his hands.
'Laura is four years younger than Oliver!' Hermione yelled as calmly as possible. Ron shrugged agin, still not realising what was so bad. Hermione tried again, 'Laura is four years younger than Oliver and they are getting married, do you not see something wrong there?'
Ron still looked puzzled, and then realised, 'There's a four year age difference he blurted out.
'Well done!' Nehaal joked, 'You are the slowest person I have ever met!'
Ron went red, and then broke the laughter, 'He must really love her though. He travelled alway the way down to Hogwarts just so they could be together on the train ride home.'
'I think it's sweet. I bet you'd never do something that sweet for me,' Hermione said, and then stared out of the window. Harry gave Ron a glare as if to say 'If you don't do it know, she won't say yes.' Ron replied with a look that said, 'Don't worry, I've got a plan, and handed Harry and Nehaal a piece of paper.
After reading it through a few times, he handed it back to Ron, and nodded. 'Good plan, I'm sure she'll love it.'
'What's on that piece of paper? What plan? Who'll love it?' Hermione had awoken from her daze.
'Nothing, Nothing. All I'm saying is I hope you'll love it,' Ron assured her, hastily checking his watch, 'Any minute now.' Then there was four awkward minutes of silence, and all you could her were the giggles coming from Laura and Oliver. CLICK! The power had gone off, and the train had stopped. 'Perfect,' Ron said feeling around inside his robes. 'There it is.' As all the screamings from the rest of the train had stopped, Ron made his move. He started to bend down, and blocked out all other sound. All he could hear was the nervous voice in his head saying no, no, she's going to say no, I'm about to crash and burn and Hermione's squeals of excitement, that sort of reminded Ron of a pig rolling around in mud. 'Hermione . . . you are one of my best and dearest friends,' Ron managed to squeeze out from his lips while he was shaking like mad. His shaking seemed to calm down slightly as he saw Hermione shaking too. He paused, just to hear that squealing again, it may have sounded like a pig, but he didn't mind. 'And even if I was your last chance, I'm still glad you picked me. Now, I've considered this for a long time, but . . . will . . . will . . . you . . . m . . . marry me??'