"Where would you get that idea, R-Ron?" Hermione said laying her head on his shoulders. The fairies were back in their special and supposed to be places.

The ring had be gotten. Or found. Or clasped. Or... they just had the ring okay?

"When I asked you. Behind the marryer guy?" Ron asked trying to ring a bell.

"Ron, we'll talk later. They want to get on with their ceremony." Hermione said, pushing him the other way.

"Hermione, I want to get on with life, which is why I need to tell you something."

"Ron, listen, I..." Hermione shut up because Ron was no longer standing there as Andrew had pulled him away.

"Andrew, get your fucking hands off! I need to tell her." Ron screamed whilst he kicked Andrew.

"O, right. What was it again?" Andrew asked, just standing there.

"That I..."

"And now let it be known that you are husband and wife." the marryer guy said. (It is not man and wife)(if it were us women would be call wife)(their gender: wife, WRONGS!)

"Can I go now?" Ron said as Fred and George were laughing around on the red carpeted aisle practically peeing their pants as their dates stared at their weird customs. Pretty soon the Miss Ilana and Miss Ali were practically on the floor tackling their dates and Fred and George were acting as if they couldn't get them off. Ilana grabbed some cake and smothered Fred's face. Ali took ice cream that just happened to be there and well, it's history and it's scary. I believe I heard the word pants and pouring in the Holy Book of God I Feel Sorry For Fred and George.

"What in the god damned world is so funny?" Ron screamed at them.

"Look over there!" Fred and George managed to get out while screaming and running away from their scary dates.

"What the hell?" Andrew asked staring at Hermione, whom was running up to Ron.

"Ron, what did you need to tell me?" Hermione asked detaching Andrew's hand and sending him to his Aisle partner.

"I'll tell you later. Meet me at the pond, okay?" Ron said putting on his fake smile and giving Andrew the death stare.

"Ron, there's still the reception. Shall I meet you there? Then?" Hermione asked plastering on a fake smile too.

And after all that, Ron still could see his twin brothers on the ground and his brother's girlfriends on the cake, which had cost about around 25 sickles.

"I still don't see what was so funny." Ron said looking at her and not answering her question.

"Oh, well, it had something to do with me. Ginny can be cruel sometimes. Shall I meet you there?"

"Ya. What did she do?" Ron asked with a real grin on his face.

"She lifted up my skirt while I was looking at scenery. Evil she is."

"Ahh, so everyone saw your thong?" Ron asked trying to tempt her into asking.

"Ron, don't push your luck even talking to me."

"My cousin isn't that big of a pervert you know? He can sometimes be a real gentleman." Ron said reminiscing about old times. "Once he gave this girl a thousand roses because she said she hated him. It all balances out his pervertiness."

"Ron, you're a romantic sometimes too!"

"Doubtful. I try to be a guy with class, but sometimes I'm a real jerk. Like, for example, announcing you had on a purple thong in front of that guy who said all the words. As a matter of fact, I don't think I ever did anything romantic."

"Oh yes you have! I can name numerous times where I had to get you to be an asshole just so I could talk to you."

"Name one."

"Okay, um... um... alright... when I... what about when I first came to your house about thirty days ago?"

"When I what?"

"When you enveloped me in a hug and helped me carry my stuff up to my room."

"That was... romance?" Ron asked almost near the end.

"No, silly. It was gentlementism. (I know Hermione never uses words like that, its just a thing)."

"Gentlementism?"

"Yeah, where you know, you be a gentleman and stuff." Hermione said.


They were nearing the end of the long red carpet and Fred and George had gotten a hold of some of their inventions and they had slipped them into their date's mouths.

"Huh. Well, since you never make up words, I can suspect you really think I have been a gentleman at least on point or another. I suppose I can be. Or I try to be. Well. Let's go get something to drink. We have got to be thirsty because of all this talk of purple thongs and gentlemantism."

"I'd beg you not to talk about what kind of underwear I'm wearing, Ron."

"But somehow your underwear always seems to become the topic of conversation. Why do you bother with thongs?" Ron asked.

"Bother? Bother. Bother? I don't bother. I wear them because they were gifts. Well, except this one. I bought this one because if something Ginny said to me when we bought our dresses."

"What did she say?"

"I don't want to tell you."

"Hermione Granger..." Ron said sternly.

"Ronald Weasly..." Hermione said as she ran off the red carpet to Ginny. Hermione started giving Ginny the evil eye and laughing, since her skirt flying up while she was wearing a thong was pretty embarrassing.

"Girls really do have problems." Ron said to himself, and Hermione came back.

"Ron, we're going to the reception in five minutes. Go tell your mom Fred and George can give your parents a ride because we don't have enough room in the cars with these dresses making us seem like gigantic pillows of red!" Hermione said, running off again to go tackle Ginny in her dress of red.




So sorry! I was sooooooooo busy this week! Um, just so ya know, that falling thing where you can see your underwear happened to me. Except I wasn't wearing a thong. At the reception is where you'll meet most of the people okay? Now what are you doing next Friday? Tell me!