Dedicated to my friend Elli, because she is the most AMAZING friend and although she probably won't ever read this, the chapter is dedicated to her.

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It was two weeks after they had gotten engaged. Two weeks ago he had asked THE question. He had asked it pretty lamely, in his opinion, but the point had obviously gotten across. Two weeks ago, the women in his life had turned into complete nutcases. All they talked about was the wedding. So did him and Hermione, of course, but not every single second they were together. Some things he still had no clue about. Like the rhyme something new, something old, something blue…. What the hell was that supposed to mean? He also didn't have any idea what Hermione or the bridesmaids' dresses looked like, but that was because Hermione wasn't telling.

Other things he was forced into doing. Like picking a date and finding a fancy dress robe. And choosing his ushers and stuff. It was today, in fact, that Ron was with his "men" in Diagon Alley, buying their robes. He was soon to regret it.

Ron had decided to have Harry as his best man, his brothers as ushers, as well as Dean, Sirius and Remus as the MCs (was he drunk when he chose Sirius?) and his niece Petrova as the ring bearer. Yes, his NIECE Petrova. He liked her best, and didn't care that ring bearers were supposed to be boys. Sexist, really.

Well, anyway… They were at Madam Malkins and Ron was dreading this excursion every second that passed. Standing on the platform, he was continuously poked and prodded, and had already tried on ten robes. He was becoming frustrated. And Sirius, who was finding the most outrageous robes in the store, was not helping. Ron groaned as he heard Sirius exclaim in delight.

"I've found them! They're perfect! Everybody come and see!" he said, coming out of the changerooms. Ron sighed in relief as he noticed that the robes were normal, and quite nice looking actually. But that feeling passed as Sirius turned around and he noticed that there was a hole in the butt. Harry covered Petrova's eyes and Fred, George and Dean burst out laughing. Madam Malkin did not look pleased. It was a nightmare, really.

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Meanwhile, Hermione, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, Lavender, and Hermione's oldest nieces, Tanya, Amelia, Pauline and the flower girl, Flora, were at a shop in Muggle London, finding Hermione's wedding dress. Hermione's parents were at a dentist's convention in Austria, but would be there for the wedding. Hermione didn't care that it was going to be a Wizard's ceremony, and that Ron was having dress robes, Hermione wanted a Muggle wedding dress, and not even Mrs. Weasley was going to change her mind on this one. Their tastes proved to be quite different, and the day wasn't going as smoothly as planned.

"Here, dear, look at this one. I know you don't like pink, but it is such a nice color," said Mrs. Weasley, showing Hermione a pale pink, puffed-sleeves dress with matching pink shoes. Hermione practically fainted, and Ginny tried to hide a giggle.

"Mum, Hermione doesn't want a colored dress. It's going to be white, and ours are going to be red dress robes. Look, look at this one that we chose out. What do you think of this one?" Ginny asked, sparing Hermione from reply. She held out their favorite. A sleeveless white dress, with a princess-like skirt, that trailed behind. Hermione had found a silver head thing (I have no idea what they're called. You know those things that are sort of like a crown but really thin and circle your head?) that she was going to put in her hair, which she had decided to straighten and leave down. Her flowers hadn't been chosen yet. Mrs. Weasley disagreed once again, and tried to persuade Hermione to wear a frilly purple one this time, trying to convince her that purple always looked good on her ("I've never worn purple in my life!"). Hermione refused, and bought the dress she had chosen out. Now, all they needed was to get the girls' dress robes and meet the men at Harry and Ginny's house, where their engagement part was being held. The whole wedding was a nightmare, really.

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That night, lying in bed, tired after the party, Hermione and Ron told the other about their day.

"No, Ron. You do not know HOW bad my day actually was! It was much worse than yours."

" 'Mione, you weren't even THERE! How would you know how bad my day actually was? You can't just presume that yours was worse!" Ron replied back. He received a definite HUH from Hermione, and they lapsed into silence.

"This whole thing is a nightmare, I swear," Ron said, after a while.

"I know. I never want to do this again," Hermione said. Ron misunderstood her on purpose. He let out a snort of laughter.

"I would HOPE not!" Even though it was dark, he knew, just knew that Hermione was rolling her eyes. He reached over and pulled her closer.

" Ron! You know what I meant," she said huffily, although she couldn't help grinning.

"Yeah, I knew," he replied, kissing the top of her head. They said goodnight, and fell into sleep, although Ron was soon to wake up in the middle of the night……

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Hahaaaaa!!!! I know a lot of you hate cliffhangers, but I honestly couldn't write anymore, this chapter drove me nuts writing it. Why did I agree to do this again? Haha. Should have another chapter tomorrow.