Hermione placed her arm into his. He looked at her with his brilliant blue eyes and said, "Ready?"

"I don't know. I hate weddings." Hermione answered, keeping the smile on her face.

"Humph, you got that right!" Ron said following Percy as Ginny was following them with her partner.

"Something embarrassing always happens to me."

"Name one."

"Well, once I fell in a lake, and another time I... I... I... uh, never mind."

The aisle was a very decorated custom. Red roses alined the aisle as white ribbons came up into bows.

"Hermione, you always seem to have something embarrassing happen to you." Ron said, trying to keep his smile on, without laughing.

"Yes, I do. It's idigits that get me into the messes. Shhh! We're almost to the stage thing!"

"Hermione, who're these idigits?" Ron asked quizzically.


"Cousins, friends, friend's brothers, and the occasional crush."

The stage thing was in front of them and it glowed with magic of fairies. The kind with too much magic, that they don't know what to do with it, and it is worth it to see the bride and groom happy.

"Occasional crush?" Ron said, walking down the aisle, Hermione and him moving so together it was like god put them on earth to be together.

"Ron, just as you had the crush on Fleur, I've had a crush on a few people." Was it just her or was the aisle getting longer and longer?

"Who? Vikky, I suppose."

"Ron, I had no intentions of going with Viktor to the Yule Ball. I wanted to go with this other guy, but he was so hung up on dating perfect girls, models, basically."

"Who was he? Harry?" Ron asked, now realizing just how long this aisle was. It was like entering a castle. Fairy magic, I suppose.

"No, it wasn't Harry. I never liked Harry. I've always had my eye on someone else. His name is-" Hermione started.


"Yes, keep going! Who is it?" Ron asked as they were nearing the stage.

"I can't tell you, Ron. I don't know how you'll take it." Hermione said, looking into his deep light blue penetrating eyes. His world was centered fully around that until....

"Ouch. That really hurt." Hermione said on the ground after the 'ohhhhs'. She had fallen right on her butt. Her dress had flown up and shown her, thong, a purple one now, with little broom sticks on them. She had secretly bought them in Victoria's Secret, when Ginny wasn't looking. Personally, I would've picked a polka dotted one, but, hey, how can you buy broomstick underwear in a Muggle store? By means of magic, of course! Hermione put them on there!

"Here Hermione. Take my arm, we're by the stage now." Ron said, offering her an arm and helping her up.

"Oh, you think? That's what I tripped over you dolt!" Hermione said sarcastically in a whisper.

"Just come on, Hermione. There's people coming." Ron said picking her up and placing her on the first step.

"Watch your step now!" She heard someone say once she was on there.


"Oh, and Hermione, nice purple thong!" Ron whispered loud enough for the person marrying them to hear.

Hermione suddenly came to a color of pure red as she took a step behind Ginny, whom was in front.

Ron was on the other side of the stage. He kept making sideways glances at Hermione, hoping maybe that he'd get to see her again, falling of course.

Suddenly the bride came. Her name was unrememberable to Hermione. All Hermione knew was she was beautiful in her white dress of flowers. MORE FAIRY MAGIC!

The bride had finally reached the stage, and shook all the flashes out of her eyes. The cameras were in such a large quantity.

Suddenly, Ron leaned in front of Hermione's eye sight and mouthed, "Who?"

Hermione gave him a cross look. She leaned the other way to see the bride and groom marrying.

"Who?" Ron leaned into her eyesight again.

Hermione gave him the evil eye. She leaned the other way.

"Who?" there he was again.


"Never you mind!" Hermione mouthed, but all Ron saw was 'you'.

The guy doing the marrying had leaned in at the parts where she mouthed Never and mind.

Ron was grinning sheepishly as if she'd just french kissed him.

Hermione was wondering why he wasn't asking anymore and looked at the ring. It was falling, falling, falling, and was in between the cracks on the stage.

"Oh no! We lost the ring!" the bride squealed.

"The fairies can get it, right?" Red asked leaning on the table seated in front of them.

Suddenly, everything went black. The fairies were underneath the stage and it had made everything go pitch black.

"Hermione?" Ron screamed as every guy went to find their partners.

"I'm here!" Hermione said clutching onto an arm, which could happen to be Ron.

"Hermione. Are you okay?" Ron asked through the darkness.

"I'm-" Hermione found her lips in a lock. A lip lock (not gonna sing Veggie Tale's "I love my lips")

"There, I finally did it."

"Ron?"

"Nope, this is Andrew. Ron's still trying to find you. Thought I might as well kiss you while he didn't know."

"Andrew. I'm really in a mess with guys right now, you have to understand, I like Ron." Hermione said, still holding onto his arms.

"I understand."

"Good, bring me to Ron."

"Alrighty."

"Actually, I find him myself, and that's not my shoulder, Andrew." Hermione said feeling Andrew's clasp on her, y'all know the drill, some things.

"I thought it was your shoulder for real!"

"Sure." Hermione said pulling out Andrew's wand.

"Hey, that's my wand."

"And god is it filthy!" Hermione slamming ity in his chest.

"Hermione? Is that you?" It really was Ron this time. It truly was.

"It's me Ron, it's me." Hermione said flinging herself onto his shoulders.

"So Hermione, you like me?" Ron said.




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