Wee-hee!! first chapter...so excited!!! The power went out 4 times when I
was writing this, then my computer froze twice, then my cousin came to use
the computer and exited out of this when it wasn't saved, so I went through
a lot of work to get this thing up!!!
So now, here it is: The Announcement
For the next few days, 'Mione was behaving like a mad-woman. Sure, I was ecstatic, but whenever the words (or anything to do with them) 'Love, 'Marriage,' 'ring,' or 'romance' were mentioned, 'Mione would tear up, and excuse herself from the room. After 3 days of this behavior, We decided to tell 'the parents.' Yes, I, Ronald Lawrence Weasley, was willingly (or not so willingly) walking into a parental confrontation.
Just before entering the parlor, where we'd asked to meet with Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Hermione looked up at me with her huge, chocolate eyes, and said, 'We don't //have// to tell them! We could just stop at some roadside chapel some place, and, you know, tell them in another ten or fifteen years!"
I was tempted, but no.
"Mione," I said. "Don't worry, it'll be fine."
I gave her hand a (hopefully) reassuring squeeze, and just before walking in, Hermione said, "Ron, you're hurting my hand!"
Okay, so maybe I was a //tad// bit nervous.
~*~*~*~
"Mum, daddy," began Hermione in a shaky voice. "I don't exactly know how to say this, but...we're engaged!
Oh, sweetie!" exclaimed Mrs. Granger. "I'm so happy for y-Are you pregnant?!"
"What?! //NO!//" I exclaimed.
"We're 17, Mum!!"
"Well, since you're not, um, pregnant, congratulations, sweetie!" congratulated Mr. Granger.
"So, you're not angry? You're actually supportive??" I asked timidly.
"Of course we're not angry!" assured Mrs. Granger.
Calm down everyone!" said Mr. Granger. "Now, Ronald," he said solemnly. "Come with me."
Mr. Granger led me to hid den, and sat me down on a leather couch. "Ron, he began sternly. "Do you remember the talk we had two years ago when you and my daughter began dating??" I gulped. It was a very traumatizing conversation.
"Well, you're going to hear it again to refresh your memory.
One: Lie to my daughter, and I'll hunt you down with a pitchfork.
Two: Cheat on her, and I'll hunt you down with a pitchfork.
Three: Impregnate her before the wedding night, and I'll hunt you down with a pitchfork.
Five: If I'm just under the impression you are breaking any of my rules, I will //still.// Hunt. You down. With a pitchfork
Understood?" I nodded weakly.
"Yes, Mr. Granger."
"Call me Dad, if it's more comfortable!"
"Yes, Dad," I repeated.
"Good! Now, let's go find the women!" Mr. Gra--er, Dad, said with a great slap on my back, that sent me flying a few feet.
We entered the parlor to hear the tail end of Mrs. Granger and Mione's talk.
"--hunt him down with a pitchfork!"
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I was going to stop here, but I decided to include "The Announcement: Part Two"
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Hermione and I were standing outside the door-step of The Burrow, whispering quietly to each other, which one tended to do in the presence of my ever-large Weasley Family. We'd all just arrived, the day after Christmas, and we were discussing how to tell my parents.
"Hermione, calm down!" I urged. "Breathe! In...and out...in...and out..." It would have been a comical sight to see, if it weren't my fiancé (Amazing word, it really is) out on my door-step, hyperventilating.
"Okay," Hermione said after getting her breath back to normal. "Now, I was thinking, why don't we not a big deal out of this?? Just let it all come pouring out on it's own?"
"Sounds great, no pressure, kinda," I said, and gave a weak laugh. The words 'No Pressure' did not fit well with my family.
"Okay," she took a deep breath. "Here we go!"
~*~*~*~
Meanwhile inside the house:
"Ginny! Harry! You're home!" Mrs. Weasley gave the two one of her should- be-patented, bone-crushing, hugs. "Where are Ron and Hermione??"
"Out side, talking," replied Harry.
"Oh, alright then. Would you two like a cup of tea??"
Harry accepted, while Ginny declined, saying she wanted to say hello to her father.
Before Ginny went up the crooked stairs to her room, Mrs. Weasley asked, "What could be keeping them outside?? It's freezing out there!!"
"Oh, I have no idea, Mum!" Ginny went upstairs, her feet quiet, but humming 'The Wedding March."
"Harry, does she mean--"
"It's not official yet. Well it is, but not to us. We just figured it out on our own. Although, the huge diamond weighing down Hermione's left hand, and her sudden subscription to bridal magazines helped!!" Harry said, laughing.
"Oh, my! //That's// why he asked me to get my grandmother's engagement ring he inherited out of the safe a while back." Mrs. Weasley commented softly. "Oh, I'm so happy for them!" Tears sprang up in the middle-aged woman's eyes.
"You have to remember though, we're not exactly supposed to know. I suspect they're outside discussing how to break the news to you and Mr. Weasley."
Just then, Hermione and Ron burst into the house, holding hands and stomping the snow off their boots.
Mrs. Weasley charged at them, and even for her, gave the two the biggest hug she had ever given anyone.
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And now, back to you, Ron
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I tried to hug Mum back, but it was a bit hard, with the lack of oxygen my brain and limbs were receiving.
"I think I'll be going upstairs now," I heard Harry say.
"Me too, I need to tell you're father you're here," said Mum, and with that, she started up the stairs, dabbing at her eyes with her sleeve, and sniffing.
"You think she knows?" asked Hermione.
"Nah!"
In a few minutes, both my parents came running down the stairs.
"Hello Ron. Hermione," Dad said more gently than I've ever heard him.
"We need to tell you something, but you have to promise to put no pressure on us," After I said this, Hermione looked at me, approvingly.
My parents nodded.
"Right then," I said.
"Well, first the owl came in through the window and Viktor said 'Happy Christmas' and he got jealous, and I yelled for being jealous and then we went outside and lots of yelling and blue box and ring and teenagers clapping and then old people clapping and then children clapping and then I somehow spun around!" Hermione said this all in one breath, and after words she collapsed in an over-stuffed chair and sighed, "Phew, glad that's over!"
"Well, that all flowed out nicely!" I sarcastically commented.
"Oh, I'm so //happy// for you two!!!"
"Yes, so happy!"
"You mean to say you actually understood that??" I asked.
Mum pressed her lips together and nodded.
I narrowed my eyes, and said solemnly, "You knew."
Again, Mum nodded.
"Who told?"
"Harry and Ginny?" guessed Hermione.
Nod.
"Let's go before they tell anyone else," I said to 'Mione.
"They wouldn't, would they??"
"Ginny would."
"Yes, now that you mention it, she would!" Hermione grabbed my hand and dragged me up the stairs.
I just prayed we weren't too late.
We searched all the rooms, until one was left. Bill and Charlie's old room, that they were staying in, since the whole family came home for Christmas. Voices were emanating out of the bottom of the door.
"SHHHH!! I hear footsteps!!!" I heard one of the twins say. The room was silent for about a minute, and I looked at Hermione and saw that we were thinking the same thing. 'Mione did a countdown with three of her fingers, and when the last went down, we went charging through the door. We hoped to surprise them, catch my brothers and sister and Harry off guard, but we were welcomed with applause and cat-calls.
"How did //you// know??" I asked Harry and Ginny.
"That doesn't matter, Ronniekins!" Said George as he pulled me into a (masculine!) hug.
Charlie picked up Hermione and hugged her, said congratulations, and passed her to Fred.
Fred, who set her down, tango-dipped her, picked her up again, and passed her to George.
George, who set her down, dance-twirled her, picked her up, and passed her to Bill.
Bill, who spun her around, kissed her on the cheek, and passed her to Percy.
Percy, who dropped her on the floor, but ended up passing her to me as I caught her.
Me, who stood her up straight, and kissed her.
When Hermione and I separated, Harry and Ginny came towards us.
"Ron, get over here you great prat!" Said Harry, and I received another (masculine!) hug.
"'Mione, you //have// to let me plan the wedding!" exclaimed Ginny, holding both Hermione's hands.
"Help with the wedding?! No, Ginny, you're going to be my Maid-Of-Honor!!"
Seeing the two girls jumping up and down squealing, we saw it time to leave.
"Okay, lets go play some quidditch!" Suggested Charlie, saving us from the evil within.
We all agreed, and I went up to Hermione, and gave her a quick good-bye kiss, and an ' I love you.' That earned us some mocking "AW's" from my brothers, Harry, and Ginny.
"Oh, shut it!" I exclaimed, and went to retrieve my broom.
Author's note: Wee hee! 1628 words!! Long chapter! longest I've ever written, and this is probably how long all the chapters in this story will be. I remind you, this story is based on a wedding I am in, and the characters are based on real people (Mr. Granger's speech is even real (only formatted from the talk my dad gives the guys I go out with! lol). Please review my new (and so far favorite) story!!
So now, here it is: The Announcement
For the next few days, 'Mione was behaving like a mad-woman. Sure, I was ecstatic, but whenever the words (or anything to do with them) 'Love, 'Marriage,' 'ring,' or 'romance' were mentioned, 'Mione would tear up, and excuse herself from the room. After 3 days of this behavior, We decided to tell 'the parents.' Yes, I, Ronald Lawrence Weasley, was willingly (or not so willingly) walking into a parental confrontation.
Just before entering the parlor, where we'd asked to meet with Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Hermione looked up at me with her huge, chocolate eyes, and said, 'We don't //have// to tell them! We could just stop at some roadside chapel some place, and, you know, tell them in another ten or fifteen years!"
I was tempted, but no.
"Mione," I said. "Don't worry, it'll be fine."
I gave her hand a (hopefully) reassuring squeeze, and just before walking in, Hermione said, "Ron, you're hurting my hand!"
Okay, so maybe I was a //tad// bit nervous.
~*~*~*~
"Mum, daddy," began Hermione in a shaky voice. "I don't exactly know how to say this, but...we're engaged!
Oh, sweetie!" exclaimed Mrs. Granger. "I'm so happy for y-Are you pregnant?!"
"What?! //NO!//" I exclaimed.
"We're 17, Mum!!"
"Well, since you're not, um, pregnant, congratulations, sweetie!" congratulated Mr. Granger.
"So, you're not angry? You're actually supportive??" I asked timidly.
"Of course we're not angry!" assured Mrs. Granger.
Calm down everyone!" said Mr. Granger. "Now, Ronald," he said solemnly. "Come with me."
Mr. Granger led me to hid den, and sat me down on a leather couch. "Ron, he began sternly. "Do you remember the talk we had two years ago when you and my daughter began dating??" I gulped. It was a very traumatizing conversation.
"Well, you're going to hear it again to refresh your memory.
One: Lie to my daughter, and I'll hunt you down with a pitchfork.
Two: Cheat on her, and I'll hunt you down with a pitchfork.
Three: Impregnate her before the wedding night, and I'll hunt you down with a pitchfork.
Five: If I'm just under the impression you are breaking any of my rules, I will //still.// Hunt. You down. With a pitchfork
Understood?" I nodded weakly.
"Yes, Mr. Granger."
"Call me Dad, if it's more comfortable!"
"Yes, Dad," I repeated.
"Good! Now, let's go find the women!" Mr. Gra--er, Dad, said with a great slap on my back, that sent me flying a few feet.
We entered the parlor to hear the tail end of Mrs. Granger and Mione's talk.
"--hunt him down with a pitchfork!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~
I was going to stop here, but I decided to include "The Announcement: Part Two"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~
Hermione and I were standing outside the door-step of The Burrow, whispering quietly to each other, which one tended to do in the presence of my ever-large Weasley Family. We'd all just arrived, the day after Christmas, and we were discussing how to tell my parents.
"Hermione, calm down!" I urged. "Breathe! In...and out...in...and out..." It would have been a comical sight to see, if it weren't my fiancé (Amazing word, it really is) out on my door-step, hyperventilating.
"Okay," Hermione said after getting her breath back to normal. "Now, I was thinking, why don't we not a big deal out of this?? Just let it all come pouring out on it's own?"
"Sounds great, no pressure, kinda," I said, and gave a weak laugh. The words 'No Pressure' did not fit well with my family.
"Okay," she took a deep breath. "Here we go!"
~*~*~*~
Meanwhile inside the house:
"Ginny! Harry! You're home!" Mrs. Weasley gave the two one of her should- be-patented, bone-crushing, hugs. "Where are Ron and Hermione??"
"Out side, talking," replied Harry.
"Oh, alright then. Would you two like a cup of tea??"
Harry accepted, while Ginny declined, saying she wanted to say hello to her father.
Before Ginny went up the crooked stairs to her room, Mrs. Weasley asked, "What could be keeping them outside?? It's freezing out there!!"
"Oh, I have no idea, Mum!" Ginny went upstairs, her feet quiet, but humming 'The Wedding March."
"Harry, does she mean--"
"It's not official yet. Well it is, but not to us. We just figured it out on our own. Although, the huge diamond weighing down Hermione's left hand, and her sudden subscription to bridal magazines helped!!" Harry said, laughing.
"Oh, my! //That's// why he asked me to get my grandmother's engagement ring he inherited out of the safe a while back." Mrs. Weasley commented softly. "Oh, I'm so happy for them!" Tears sprang up in the middle-aged woman's eyes.
"You have to remember though, we're not exactly supposed to know. I suspect they're outside discussing how to break the news to you and Mr. Weasley."
Just then, Hermione and Ron burst into the house, holding hands and stomping the snow off their boots.
Mrs. Weasley charged at them, and even for her, gave the two the biggest hug she had ever given anyone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~
And now, back to you, Ron
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~
I tried to hug Mum back, but it was a bit hard, with the lack of oxygen my brain and limbs were receiving.
"I think I'll be going upstairs now," I heard Harry say.
"Me too, I need to tell you're father you're here," said Mum, and with that, she started up the stairs, dabbing at her eyes with her sleeve, and sniffing.
"You think she knows?" asked Hermione.
"Nah!"
In a few minutes, both my parents came running down the stairs.
"Hello Ron. Hermione," Dad said more gently than I've ever heard him.
"We need to tell you something, but you have to promise to put no pressure on us," After I said this, Hermione looked at me, approvingly.
My parents nodded.
"Right then," I said.
"Well, first the owl came in through the window and Viktor said 'Happy Christmas' and he got jealous, and I yelled for being jealous and then we went outside and lots of yelling and blue box and ring and teenagers clapping and then old people clapping and then children clapping and then I somehow spun around!" Hermione said this all in one breath, and after words she collapsed in an over-stuffed chair and sighed, "Phew, glad that's over!"
"Well, that all flowed out nicely!" I sarcastically commented.
"Oh, I'm so //happy// for you two!!!"
"Yes, so happy!"
"You mean to say you actually understood that??" I asked.
Mum pressed her lips together and nodded.
I narrowed my eyes, and said solemnly, "You knew."
Again, Mum nodded.
"Who told?"
"Harry and Ginny?" guessed Hermione.
Nod.
"Let's go before they tell anyone else," I said to 'Mione.
"They wouldn't, would they??"
"Ginny would."
"Yes, now that you mention it, she would!" Hermione grabbed my hand and dragged me up the stairs.
I just prayed we weren't too late.
We searched all the rooms, until one was left. Bill and Charlie's old room, that they were staying in, since the whole family came home for Christmas. Voices were emanating out of the bottom of the door.
"SHHHH!! I hear footsteps!!!" I heard one of the twins say. The room was silent for about a minute, and I looked at Hermione and saw that we were thinking the same thing. 'Mione did a countdown with three of her fingers, and when the last went down, we went charging through the door. We hoped to surprise them, catch my brothers and sister and Harry off guard, but we were welcomed with applause and cat-calls.
"How did //you// know??" I asked Harry and Ginny.
"That doesn't matter, Ronniekins!" Said George as he pulled me into a (masculine!) hug.
Charlie picked up Hermione and hugged her, said congratulations, and passed her to Fred.
Fred, who set her down, tango-dipped her, picked her up again, and passed her to George.
George, who set her down, dance-twirled her, picked her up, and passed her to Bill.
Bill, who spun her around, kissed her on the cheek, and passed her to Percy.
Percy, who dropped her on the floor, but ended up passing her to me as I caught her.
Me, who stood her up straight, and kissed her.
When Hermione and I separated, Harry and Ginny came towards us.
"Ron, get over here you great prat!" Said Harry, and I received another (masculine!) hug.
"'Mione, you //have// to let me plan the wedding!" exclaimed Ginny, holding both Hermione's hands.
"Help with the wedding?! No, Ginny, you're going to be my Maid-Of-Honor!!"
Seeing the two girls jumping up and down squealing, we saw it time to leave.
"Okay, lets go play some quidditch!" Suggested Charlie, saving us from the evil within.
We all agreed, and I went up to Hermione, and gave her a quick good-bye kiss, and an ' I love you.' That earned us some mocking "AW's" from my brothers, Harry, and Ginny.
"Oh, shut it!" I exclaimed, and went to retrieve my broom.
Author's note: Wee hee! 1628 words!! Long chapter! longest I've ever written, and this is probably how long all the chapters in this story will be. I remind you, this story is based on a wedding I am in, and the characters are based on real people (Mr. Granger's speech is even real (only formatted from the talk my dad gives the guys I go out with! lol). Please review my new (and so far favorite) story!!