Chapter Three
Uninvited Guest
He tried to hear what was going on inside, but it was useless. Harry was smart and charmed the whole room with a spell that would prevent outsiders from hearing. But he wasn't an outsider; he was Ron Weasley, Harry's best friend. Could it be that finally, after so many years of being good friends, going through good and bad, sticking with each other through thick and thin, their friendship was going to crumble? That it was going to disappear like it never happened?
Frustrated, he took his wife's shaking hands in his and tried to comfort her. He needed as much comforting himself, but he was the man here. She needed him, and he would do anything for her. "Hermione, Harry's a very smart person and he's been our friend for so long now. He loves my sister and he'll make the right decision. I know he will. Let's not doubt him. Come on; let's go back to mum and the others."
Hermione nodded. She had tears in her eyes, and he made her face him before they left. She wouldn't make eye contact so he picked up her chin with his index finger and she stared into his eyes. Ron slowly and gently wiped away her tears, "I love you, Hermione. Be strong; don't cry. Everything is going to turn out okay and the wedding will resume." But as he spoke those words, there was doubt in his mind. He added with a note to himself that he should tell the others soon, "Be strong for our child, Hermione. Remember our child."
He led her towards Ginny's room and they stepped in quietly. Fred and George have joined their wives after waiting for a while without a groom or bride along with their dad, who had his face in his hands. Their mother probably already told him everything. When he heard the door closed, his face popped up and he questioned them. "What happened? Harry's made the right decision hasn't he?"
Ron let Hermione sit before hesitantly staring at them all. He bit his lips and thought about what he should say. "Er..." he began. "I don't know how to put this, but...Harry is still trying to make a decision right now. I tried to tell him that he loves Ginny and that he should choose her, but he needs to talk to them both first. I don't know what he's going to do, I'm so confused."
He was thankful for the silence that followed. Even Fred and George were smart enough not to say anything. The door opened and Bill and Charlie entered; their eyes remorseful. They've heard the news too. Mrs. Weasley, for once, didn't make a comment about Bill's hair, which didn't strike Ron as a surprise. No one was able to talk at the moment. "The crowd is gathering outside the house," Bill said. "They want to know why it's taking so long. Why the wedding hasn't started already."
No one answered him and he already knew the answer. Ron kept his gaze on the floor, his hand covering Hermione's. Then Mrs. Weasley spoke, surprising them all. "Harry will make the right decision. The crowd can gather as big as they want, the wedding is still going to continue. Harry just needs time to understand his mistake and tell Ginny how much he loves her."
Everyone nodded, agreeing with her, but they all knew very well that anything could happen. As much as Harry once loved Cho, it could take all day before the decision was made.
There was a knock at the door and in stepped the last person that they thought would show up there. His gray eyes were cold, but they weren't as menacing as before. He looked right at Ron and motioned his head outside. Charlie and Bill stood up along with the twins and Ron. They stared at him threateningly and held their fists as if to intimidate Malfoy. "What do you want, Malfoy?" George drawled in hatred.
Well, it wasn't only George. The whole Weasley family didn't like Malfoy. Not because he was a Malfoy, but because he hurt Ginny. Back in Ginny's fifth year, he and Ginny had dated, but it wasn't really serious. Then time went by and she began to fall for him deeply, but one night, he told her that they should end it. Because he was a Malfoy and she was a Weasley, they would never get to be together. Ever since that day, the whole family hated him, all except for Ginny of course.
"I don't want any trouble if that's what you're wondering," he said, trying to hide the coldness. "I just came because I want to know what's going on. Why the wedding isn't proceeding as said to be."
"Okay," Charlie challenged, "then why couldn't you just ask us in here? Why would you have to drag Ron outside just to get the information that we know about as much as he does?"
Malfoy sighed and for once, Ron saw him back down. Perhaps it was because the whole Weasley family was there, perhaps he really didn't want any trouble, but whatever it was, Ron was baffled. He nodded and held a hand up to Charlie and the others. "It's alright, everyone. If this is really the reason why Malfoy is here, then I'll tell him outside." He turned to Hermione, "will you be alright?" After getting a nod from her, he stepped outside with Malfoy.
"What the hell do you want?" Ron asked; his voice held venom and hatred.
"Like I said," Malfoy drawled, "I just want to know what's up. Actually, everyone would like to know."
Ron scoffed and glanced away before looking back. "Do you really think I'm going to tell you? Do you think I want to tell you something just so you can make fun of us, Malfoy? Blimey, if you thought so, you're dumber than I thought."
Malfoy's eyes turned icy cold, but he covered it back up. "Weasley, I just want to know. Because I hurt her doesn't mean that I don't care about her anymore. I want to know if she's okay and whether or not I'll have to kill Potter."
Ron shook his head in frustration, "Fine, Malfoy, but there is nothing to say. We don't even know what's going on. All I can say is that we're not sure this wedding will proceed as have been said. Now will you leave?"
Something flickered in his gray eyes and Ron thought it was hope, but Malfoy was very good at concealing. He smirked and left the redhead in anger and disturbance.
A\N: See, told you I'd mention Malfoy somewhere in here. There he goes. So what did you all think? Bad grammar and all, sorry. Next chapter, we'll find out whom Harry chose and let me tell you, it's not going to be whom you think. Sorry I wrote this chapter, I was stalling to keep you at the edge of your seats. Hope I did, but no longer. You will know everything soon. And as always, read and review.
Uninvited Guest
He tried to hear what was going on inside, but it was useless. Harry was smart and charmed the whole room with a spell that would prevent outsiders from hearing. But he wasn't an outsider; he was Ron Weasley, Harry's best friend. Could it be that finally, after so many years of being good friends, going through good and bad, sticking with each other through thick and thin, their friendship was going to crumble? That it was going to disappear like it never happened?
Frustrated, he took his wife's shaking hands in his and tried to comfort her. He needed as much comforting himself, but he was the man here. She needed him, and he would do anything for her. "Hermione, Harry's a very smart person and he's been our friend for so long now. He loves my sister and he'll make the right decision. I know he will. Let's not doubt him. Come on; let's go back to mum and the others."
Hermione nodded. She had tears in her eyes, and he made her face him before they left. She wouldn't make eye contact so he picked up her chin with his index finger and she stared into his eyes. Ron slowly and gently wiped away her tears, "I love you, Hermione. Be strong; don't cry. Everything is going to turn out okay and the wedding will resume." But as he spoke those words, there was doubt in his mind. He added with a note to himself that he should tell the others soon, "Be strong for our child, Hermione. Remember our child."
He led her towards Ginny's room and they stepped in quietly. Fred and George have joined their wives after waiting for a while without a groom or bride along with their dad, who had his face in his hands. Their mother probably already told him everything. When he heard the door closed, his face popped up and he questioned them. "What happened? Harry's made the right decision hasn't he?"
Ron let Hermione sit before hesitantly staring at them all. He bit his lips and thought about what he should say. "Er..." he began. "I don't know how to put this, but...Harry is still trying to make a decision right now. I tried to tell him that he loves Ginny and that he should choose her, but he needs to talk to them both first. I don't know what he's going to do, I'm so confused."
He was thankful for the silence that followed. Even Fred and George were smart enough not to say anything. The door opened and Bill and Charlie entered; their eyes remorseful. They've heard the news too. Mrs. Weasley, for once, didn't make a comment about Bill's hair, which didn't strike Ron as a surprise. No one was able to talk at the moment. "The crowd is gathering outside the house," Bill said. "They want to know why it's taking so long. Why the wedding hasn't started already."
No one answered him and he already knew the answer. Ron kept his gaze on the floor, his hand covering Hermione's. Then Mrs. Weasley spoke, surprising them all. "Harry will make the right decision. The crowd can gather as big as they want, the wedding is still going to continue. Harry just needs time to understand his mistake and tell Ginny how much he loves her."
Everyone nodded, agreeing with her, but they all knew very well that anything could happen. As much as Harry once loved Cho, it could take all day before the decision was made.
There was a knock at the door and in stepped the last person that they thought would show up there. His gray eyes were cold, but they weren't as menacing as before. He looked right at Ron and motioned his head outside. Charlie and Bill stood up along with the twins and Ron. They stared at him threateningly and held their fists as if to intimidate Malfoy. "What do you want, Malfoy?" George drawled in hatred.
Well, it wasn't only George. The whole Weasley family didn't like Malfoy. Not because he was a Malfoy, but because he hurt Ginny. Back in Ginny's fifth year, he and Ginny had dated, but it wasn't really serious. Then time went by and she began to fall for him deeply, but one night, he told her that they should end it. Because he was a Malfoy and she was a Weasley, they would never get to be together. Ever since that day, the whole family hated him, all except for Ginny of course.
"I don't want any trouble if that's what you're wondering," he said, trying to hide the coldness. "I just came because I want to know what's going on. Why the wedding isn't proceeding as said to be."
"Okay," Charlie challenged, "then why couldn't you just ask us in here? Why would you have to drag Ron outside just to get the information that we know about as much as he does?"
Malfoy sighed and for once, Ron saw him back down. Perhaps it was because the whole Weasley family was there, perhaps he really didn't want any trouble, but whatever it was, Ron was baffled. He nodded and held a hand up to Charlie and the others. "It's alright, everyone. If this is really the reason why Malfoy is here, then I'll tell him outside." He turned to Hermione, "will you be alright?" After getting a nod from her, he stepped outside with Malfoy.
"What the hell do you want?" Ron asked; his voice held venom and hatred.
"Like I said," Malfoy drawled, "I just want to know what's up. Actually, everyone would like to know."
Ron scoffed and glanced away before looking back. "Do you really think I'm going to tell you? Do you think I want to tell you something just so you can make fun of us, Malfoy? Blimey, if you thought so, you're dumber than I thought."
Malfoy's eyes turned icy cold, but he covered it back up. "Weasley, I just want to know. Because I hurt her doesn't mean that I don't care about her anymore. I want to know if she's okay and whether or not I'll have to kill Potter."
Ron shook his head in frustration, "Fine, Malfoy, but there is nothing to say. We don't even know what's going on. All I can say is that we're not sure this wedding will proceed as have been said. Now will you leave?"
Something flickered in his gray eyes and Ron thought it was hope, but Malfoy was very good at concealing. He smirked and left the redhead in anger and disturbance.
A\N: See, told you I'd mention Malfoy somewhere in here. There he goes. So what did you all think? Bad grammar and all, sorry. Next chapter, we'll find out whom Harry chose and let me tell you, it's not going to be whom you think. Sorry I wrote this chapter, I was stalling to keep you at the edge of your seats. Hope I did, but no longer. You will know everything soon. And as always, read and review.