Ron's Birthday Wish
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Ron stood up and tapped his spoon on his glass. The ringing made everyone seated in the big hall quieten down, and he cleared his throat. Everyone turned to look at him, and he turned a violent shade of red.
"Er. . . hi. . . ahem. I've learnt many things in my 23 years. On my 21st birthday I got one of the best presents I could have." Here he fumbled in the pocket of his robes and pulled out a rather dog-eared collectors card, and held it up for everyone to see. "I've carried it around with me every day since I unwrapped it. Unfortunately that's not actually what I wanted. Luckily, my new wife is smarter than we ever knew, and thanks to her, I'm going to have the present that I *really* wanted with me for the rest of my life. Thus, the most important thing I have learnt in my lifetime is to always hide your diary in a bad place if you want people to know what you really want for your birthday."
There was a general laugh, rather like the sort you hear on very cheesy sitcoms. Hermione smiled up at her newly wed husband.
"Er. . . I don't really have anything else to say." Hermione pinched him under the table. "Ow! Er. . . um. We will always live happily ever after?" Hermione smiled again, and Ron sat down, relieved he had said the right thing on such short notice.
The wedding guests clapped and smiled, Mrs Weasley dapping at her eyes with a tissue, and began to eat their dinner.
"Do you even feel the teeniest bit bad that you read my private diary?"
Hermione thought for a moment.
"No. Do you feel bad that you read Harry's diary?"
"No."
"Well, there you go."
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The main course had been finished, and everyone was sitting around waiting for dessert to be served. The best man stood up and dinged his spoon on his wine glass.
"Ahem. Attention! Ah. Ok. Well. Everyone can see that I'm not drunk, right?"
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Er, right. Well. . ."
He got out of his chair and walked over to the Bridesmaid of honour.
"Ginny," he said on bended knee. "Will you marry me?"
"Yes, Harry!" she squealed in delight and threw her arms around him.
"Did you give him any homemade cocktails, Fred?" George asked with an evil smile on his face.
"No! Did you?"
Georges smile got bigger.
"I might have. . ."
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A/N So that's the end. Tada! Please review! This was such a random story lol. I must apologise for the weirdness, but yep. I'm not a sane person, so it's very hard to write like one. If anyone has any more ideas for future fics, then please suggest away!!!
Loves to you all!! Especially to the people who reviewed after I wrote everyone's names in the last chapter. I'm sorry!! But I love you too!!
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Disclaimer: lalalalala... er. Sorry - what was that?
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Ron stood up and tapped his spoon on his glass. The ringing made everyone seated in the big hall quieten down, and he cleared his throat. Everyone turned to look at him, and he turned a violent shade of red.
"Er. . . hi. . . ahem. I've learnt many things in my 23 years. On my 21st birthday I got one of the best presents I could have." Here he fumbled in the pocket of his robes and pulled out a rather dog-eared collectors card, and held it up for everyone to see. "I've carried it around with me every day since I unwrapped it. Unfortunately that's not actually what I wanted. Luckily, my new wife is smarter than we ever knew, and thanks to her, I'm going to have the present that I *really* wanted with me for the rest of my life. Thus, the most important thing I have learnt in my lifetime is to always hide your diary in a bad place if you want people to know what you really want for your birthday."
There was a general laugh, rather like the sort you hear on very cheesy sitcoms. Hermione smiled up at her newly wed husband.
"Er. . . I don't really have anything else to say." Hermione pinched him under the table. "Ow! Er. . . um. We will always live happily ever after?" Hermione smiled again, and Ron sat down, relieved he had said the right thing on such short notice.
The wedding guests clapped and smiled, Mrs Weasley dapping at her eyes with a tissue, and began to eat their dinner.
"Do you even feel the teeniest bit bad that you read my private diary?"
Hermione thought for a moment.
"No. Do you feel bad that you read Harry's diary?"
"No."
"Well, there you go."
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The main course had been finished, and everyone was sitting around waiting for dessert to be served. The best man stood up and dinged his spoon on his wine glass.
"Ahem. Attention! Ah. Ok. Well. Everyone can see that I'm not drunk, right?"
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Er, right. Well. . ."
He got out of his chair and walked over to the Bridesmaid of honour.
"Ginny," he said on bended knee. "Will you marry me?"
"Yes, Harry!" she squealed in delight and threw her arms around him.
"Did you give him any homemade cocktails, Fred?" George asked with an evil smile on his face.
"No! Did you?"
Georges smile got bigger.
"I might have. . ."
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A/N So that's the end. Tada! Please review! This was such a random story lol. I must apologise for the weirdness, but yep. I'm not a sane person, so it's very hard to write like one. If anyone has any more ideas for future fics, then please suggest away!!!
Loves to you all!! Especially to the people who reviewed after I wrote everyone's names in the last chapter. I'm sorry!! But I love you too!!