Make Me Happy
Chapter Nine: Love Will Find A Way
Disclaimer: I own no characters except the children. Harry Potter Five is finally here! REJOICE!
'No the rain
wont last forever
Find a way to make it better
Long as we can stand together
Love will find a way
Gonna make a new tomorrow
Say good-bye to tears and sorrow
Better listen when I say
Love will find a way'
-'Love Will Find A Way' by Christina Aguilera
"I never knew…" Ginny said apologetically. She felt horrible. "Hermione, I'm so sorry."
Hermione felt a tear struggle to escape her eye and made a trail slow down her cheek.
"It's okay…" Hermione started, wiping away the tear with her right hand quickly and standing from the Exam table with a bit of trouble. Ginny held out her hand, trying to help her best friend up easier.
They walked in silence to the fireplace and Ginny followed the waddling Hermione closely.
"Ginny Potter's!" Ginny exclaimed as she threw the handful of powder before being enveloped by bright green emerald flame.
Ginny filled the cup with water quickly.
"Are you sure you don't want anything?" She asked as Hermione shook her head again. She took a seat across from Hermione at the small table in the large kitchen of the house she and Harry shared. Sunlight streamed in through the window, making the water sparkle different colors against the wall. Hermione smiled as she watched it.
"I wish we were kids again," She said, dreamily, laying her head in hand.
"I don't." Gin let out a small laugh, more like a grunt as she studied Hermione's face.
"Everything was so… easy," Hermione's eyes looked as though they were glazing over. Ginny laughed.
"Not for everyone, Mrs. Head-Girl-Prefect-I'm-Perfect!" Ginny took a drink as she continued to mentally examine Hermione's expressions.
"It's just…" Hermione paused. "I didn't have to worry about this stuff." Hermione looked down at her larger-than-normal stomach.
"Yeah, I understand." Ginny said quietly, also looking at her own pregnant stomach that was only slightly beginning to bulge under her tight sweater.
"So many memories…"
"Ron! Stop!" Hermione's laughs echoed through the hall.
"Mione…" Ron stopped laughing and his expression turned serious.
"What?" Ron always did joke around and Hermione never knew when to take him serious.
"Tell me something…" He took both of her hands. Hermione's eyebrows knitted together in curiosity.
"Yes, Ron?" Hermione wondered why her heart was beginning to beat faster. What was he up to?
"Hermione Lynn Granger, how does Hermione Lynn Weasley sound?" Ron dropped to one knee and to Hermione's surprise, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet deep purple colored box. He propped open the lid, exposing a beautiful silver-banded ring ornamented with a large square crystal-clear diamond.
Silence ensued as Hermione's lower jaw got closer and closer to the floor.
"Well…?" Ron felt his palms begin to sweat. His expression turned into frantic nerves. Hermione still didn't respond. "Hermione, please say something.
"I…" Hermione burst into tears.
"You…?" Ron was still on one knee. She nodded her head slowly, still in shock. Ron smiled widely, standing in front of his fiancée. He brought her hands to his face and kissed each palm delicately before wrapping both of his strong arms around her and burying his face in her soft, straight hair.
Hermione's mind sorted through all sorts of questions.
We're only in our seventh year? When did Ron plan to get married? Did Ron want a large family? Did he want a bit wedding as I do or does he like the idea of eloping?
She was interrupted abruptly by Ron's lips pressed against her own.
"I love you, Hermione." Ron whispered as he still held her in arms.
They were caught up in their self-created bliss when a rustlin in the bushes suddenly snapped Hermione back into reality. She glanced around nervously.
Ron walked over to the moving bush cautiously and pulled a few leaves back, revealing Ginny and Harry looking extremely guilty as charged.
"Haha, good times, good times." Ginny sighed, feeling a slight blush gain control of her cheeks.
"We were so in love," Now it was Hermione's turn to sigh.
"Yeah…" Ginny paused feeling extremely uncomfortable. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other and realized she couldn't bring herself to look Hermione in the eye.
"Remember the wedding?"
Hermione asked, looking at Ginny who was busy looking out of the large kitchen window into her overly large backyard where she had seen Harry teach James countless lessons about Quidditch.
"How could I forget?"
Ron glanced up at the large gray cloud looming directly above the hustle and bustle of the ive hundred guests and ghosts assembled for his and Hermione's wedding. It had been close to a year and two months since he had proposed and today was finally the day. Ron looked around anxiously as brother by brother came up and shook his hand whole-heartedly.
Every Weasley man (and Harry) was dressed in a tuxedo. Ron wiped the excess sweat off his hands and onto his tuxedo pants as the minister approached him.
"Ready to get started?"
Ron and his brothers nodded their heads almost in unison. The men took there places as Hermione's five-year-old, blonde-haired cousin skipped down the aisle throwing red, pink, and white rose pedals everywhere, including on guests sitting by the aisle. Everyone chuckled as she ran out of flower pedals, stopped in mid-skip and shrugged before running toward her rehearsed spot in front of where the bridesmaids would soon be.
Not soon after, Ginny, dressed in a long, lavender spaghetti-strapped dress with her hair pulled up on the top of her head, slowly strolled down the aisle clutching a small bouquet of pink roses. Harry caught himself smiling ecstatically watching his own fiancée come down the aisle and he became even more anxious to the day she would be the one in the white dress and veil and have bridesmaids and groom's men of their very own.
Following behind her was Fleur, Penelope, Amelia, Katie, and last but not least, Angelina. As Angelina took the final bridesmaid spot, the infamous Wedding March echoed and every guest rose to their feet.
Ron felt two warm drops of moisture trickle down his cheeks as the most beautiful creature he had ever seen walked arm in arm with his soon-to-be father-in-law. He would have usually cared if someone had seen him cry, especially since only one person had seen him cry and that was the most wonderful woman on the Earth that he was about to marry. As she got closer Ron could feel his hormones becoming harder and harder to control. Every inch of him wanted to jump on her and kiss her all over. Then carry her away to a deserted island where he could do nothing but feed her grapes and rub suntan lotion all over her already-tanned body.
Ron snapped out of his vision of Hermione in her hot pink string bikini and chocolate covered strawberries in bubbling hot tubs with overflowing glasses of champagne.
He yelled at himself mentally.
"Stop being a pervert, Ronald!"
He took Hermione's hand in his own. He was relieved to see he wasn't the only one crying. Tears streaked her cheeks as well.
The minister started with vows and as though time flew by, it was time for little PJ to come down the aisle with the sixteen carrot diamond ring on a black velvet pillow.
The little boy walked quickly and midway down the aisle, the small redhead tripped on his own shoelaces, sending him forward, but luckily not ending up on the ground. HE regained his composure before finally reaching the bride and groom. Just as he held the pillow up for Ron to take the ring, a raindrop fell onto Ron's face, followed by a few more.
He placed the ring on Hermione's ring finger, and she did the same with his.
"You may now kiss the bride."
The exact words Ron had yearned to hear all day. The rain poured down on the two lip-locked lovers as the crowd (who were now holding purses, bags, umbrellas, etc. over their heads to guard from the rain) cheered. The couple embraced and Ron whispered something into his new wife's ear causing her to turn bright red.
"Presenting to you the new Mr. And Mrs. Ronald Arthur Weasley!"
Hermione and Ron managed to get into the limo before the aisle was flooded with water.
"I looked like a drowned rat when we got to the honeymoon suite," Hermione laughed for the first time in awhile.
"No, you still looked gorgeous." Ginny reassured her best friend. "I've always wanted to know what he said to you to make you turn that red." They always said curiosity killed the cat, right?
Hermione turned the same shade as she had that night. "Something along the lines of 'I like it when you wear white in the rain… but I'll like it better when you wear nothing in the rain.'"
Both girls laughed hysterically.
"You were so in love with him…" Ginny began.
"I still am." Hermione brushed a strand of hair out of her face.
"Then forget Kevin and tell Ron everything. I know my brother, he loves you just as much."
Hermione shook her head slowly and glanced up at the clock, noticing it was dark outside.
"Ah! It's bed time. Big day, tomorrow." Hermione struggled to stand as Ginny stood easily.
"It's only 8:30?"
"I know, but I need rest." Hermione started. Ginny nodded and hugged her best friend.
"Good night, Gin!" Hermione said as she left and went upstairs to the gust bedroom.
Ginny tidied up the kitchen as she wondered if she'd see Harry that night.
As if answering her question, a pop! Sounded behind her. She smiled broadly. She turned around to kiss her husband until a gloved hand covered her mouth and she slipped into a world of unconciousness.