Here by VERY popular demand, I bring you CHAPTER 7!!

Chapter 7

Ron stood at the front of the church, waiting nervously. The flower girl was walking down the aisle, looking as cute as cute can be. After her came the ring bearer, also looking adorable in his tiny tux. Next came Lavender, then Parvati, and then his sister Ginny.

"Harry," Ron whispered over his shoulder. "What if she doesn't come? Or even worse, what if she walks to the front, then realizes she doesn't belong here and turns around and leaves? Or what if -"

Harry had cut him off. "She'll be here mate, and she'll stay. Hermione never gives up on anything once she's set her mind to it. Especially you. It took her almost seven years, but she even got you," he ended with a grin.

"If it weren't for the fact that you're right, and that Hermione would kill me, I'd hex you right now," Ron whispered back.

"You are so henpecked." Harry trailed off, shaking his head.

"And you aren't?" Ron asked as Ginny walked past them, whispering forcefully for Harry to shut up.

"I never said I wasn't," Harry replied defensively.

Ron was about to retort when the bridal march began. Hermione was coming.

The light coming from behind her was so bright, Ron could only see her shadow, but as Hermione moved down the aisle, she became more and more visible. Soon, she looked like an angel crowned in the light. Ron couldn't have found it more fitting. Hermione was gently holding onto her Mr. Granger's arm as father and daughter walked down the aisle together.

Ron released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when Hermione stayed. Her father lifted her veil and kissed her cheek.

"You'll always be my little girl," Mr. Granger whispered to his daughter for the last time before she became the next Mrs. Weasley. "But you couldn't have made a better choice."

Ron would have beamed at his almost father-in-law's words, but he was too focused on Hermione's dress. She was finally close enough for him to see it. The dress was simple, with no decoration of any sort. The fabric was a basic white satin for both skirt and bodice. The sleeves of the bodice hung off her shoulders, and looked like they were folded over, having been designed that way.

Hermione was coming towards him, so they could walk together to the priest. Ron took her hand as soon as she was close enough. "You look beautiful, love."

"You say that every day," Hermione pointed out, though still pleased with the compliment.

"I wouldn't have to if it wasn't true," Ron stated again, causing Hermione to blush.

The priest smiled kindly upon them. "Are you ready?"

They both nodded as the priest turned to the congregation. "Before we begin, if anyone should object to the marriage of these two individuals, may they speak now, or forever hold their peace."

"I won't allow it."

Everyone turned to stare at the uninvited stranger in the doorway.

End Chapter 7

Wow.I'm evil. First I make you wait like.2 months (or something) for this chapter, and then I put the most evil cliffie in the world at the very end. And even worse, I have no idea when I'll have the time to write chapter 8. Sorry!

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