A/N Well, not so many reviews for that last chapter...I wonder why. Well
anyways, I've been really busy lately so I don't know when the other
stories and this story are going to get finished. A couple things in this
chapter that you might now be expecting...hehe...ill say no more.
Chapter 8- The Not-So-Wedding Plans
The next couple of days went by slowly for Hermione and Ron. After telling Mrs. Weasley about the engaged they were so busy that they didn't see each other until night, but even then one of them was sleeping.
* * *
Ron tip-toed into his apartment, trying to be quiet and not wake the already sleeping Hermione. He put his house keys on the counter, and began walking through the pitch-black apartment. "Ow!" He exclaimed, banging his knee into the nearby coffee table. Cursing underneath his breath he walked into the dimly lit bedroom. There he found Hermione asleep on the bed with an open book resting on her chest. Obviously she had been trying to stay awake since they hadn't had a proper conversation for nearly two weeks. He smiled and sat down on the bed next to her. Soon enough sleep took reign and Ron feel into a deep slumber.
* * *
Hermione stirred and opened her chocolate brown eyes. She looked around the room and then down at Ron. She smiled and stroked his flaming red hair, which was sticking up. She reached over to grab her alarm clock as she yawned widely. It took Hermione a moment to comprehend the time, but when she did she sat straight up, causing Ron to jerk awake.
"What happened?!" He asked in alarm.
Hermione ran over to the closet and started to dress in her regular clothes. "We're late! We can't be late! You have to be at work!" Hermione zipped up her pants, "Ron are you listening to me? Ron!" She turned around and saw Ron sleeping like a baby. She threw her hands up in frustration, and grabbed a pillow. "I said you're late you lazy ass!" As she hit her fiancé with the pillow.
"Three more minutes Herm! Please, I don't start work 'till noon!"
"Right, and now its twenty passed noon!" Hermione said as matter-of-factly.
Ron sat straight up and ran into the bathroom as Hermione continued to dress. She hadn't been to work ever since the engagement. One of them did have to plan the wedding, and since Ron was the minister of magic he couldn't very well miss work. So, Hermione had been going to the burrow so Mrs. Weasley could help with the wedding. Ten minutes later Ron came out of the bathroom dressed in his regular work clothes, a suit and tie, and gave Hermione a quick peck on the cheek before leaving for work. "Good luck," he whispered in her ear.
She smiled and waved goodbye to Ron before apparating to the burrow.
* * *
Hermione arrived in the kitchen. Pots and pans were being washed, and Hermione watched intently as though she had never seen magic before. Moving on she walked into the living room where she found Mrs. Weasley knitting.
Molly looked up, "Hermione dear! You finally made it; I thought that you'd never arrive!"
"I'm sorry for being late Molly, but me and Ron got up late today," Hermione said as she walked over to the couch and sat next to Molly. "Okay, we were at..."
"Bridesmaids!" Mrs. Weasley said, putting her knitting down, and grabbing the pen and notepad off the table.
"Um, okay, I know that I want Ginny to be a bridesmaid, maybe the maid of honor?"
"Okay dear....and who else?"
Hermione bit her lip. "Well, I...erm."
"Try and think of your old school mates...people that you've kept in touch with. "Molly said picking up her knitting.
Um, I haven't actually talked to Parvati or Lavender. Maybe I should try and talk to them."
Molly smiled. "I thought that you might say that." She got up and went upstairs. A few minutes later she came downstairs, two people following behind her.
Hermione stood, up drew in a deep breath and stared in amazement at what Molly had in front of her.
* * *
"Hermione's in charge of all of the wedding planning!" Ron said walking down the narrow hallways of his tedious work place.
"You should at least be a part of it!" Harry scolded.
Sighing Ron replied, "I know, but Hermione seems like she's having a blast!"
"You know that there's gonna be that time when Hermione can't handle things herself. Even if your mom is helping!"
* * *
"Molly, who are these people?" Hermione asked sitting down on the couch slowly.
"Why, these ladies are my sisters!" Molly said leading her sisters down towards Hermione. They all had red, frizzy hair like Molly's. They were all over-weight, and one was even eating a cupcake as she was being introduced to Hermione. "This is Cythendra and Karma."
"Hello," Cythendra said, her mouth full of cupcake. "Pleasure to meet you!" She shook Hermione's hand, while spitting cupcake in her face.
"And I'm Karma!" Hermione put out her hand, and Karma grabbed it
and pulled her into a hug. "Welcome to the family dear!"
"Ni-nice to me-meet you." Hermione replied suffocating.
*What have I gotten myself into?!* Hermione thought to herself.
"Okay," Molly said, trying to pry the two apart. "I said okay! You
can let go dear!" Karma sighed and threw her hands up in defeat.
"Karma dear, save me some of the love!" Cythendra said whining.
"Enough of that, now let's get back to business, we have a wedding to
plan!" Molly said as Hermione regained her breath and sat as far away from Molly's sisters as possible.
* * *
The next couple of hours went by slowly. Hermione didn't have much say in her own wedding, and when it came down to the cake, Cythendra said that it should be three layers with extra frosting. Karma said that they should keep it simple. A simple cake that could feed everyone at the wedding. Molly insisted that they should try many different types before actually picking just one. Only when her sisters started to protest did Molly ask for Hermione's opinion.
"I like your idea Molly, it sounds fair and it's something that Ron can take part in too."
"Okay then, now that's settled," Molly said, her eyes shooting daggers at her sisters, who had done nothing but cause trouble "Next, the dress!"
Hermione put her head down, *Oh no!* She thought.
"Hermione dear, would you like your own dress?" Molly asked politely.
She looked up. "Well actually--"
"Or would you rather use mine?"
Hermione paused. *If I say no then I would hurt her feelings, but I do want my own dress.*
"I need to think this over." Hermione stood up. "Pleasure to meet
you two, we'll carry on tomorrow!" She smiled and apparated back to
her own house before Cythendra of Karma could get a hold of her.
* * *
"Hermione!" Ron called as he entered their apartment. "I'm home!" He began to walk into the living room when Hermione ran up to him and pulled him into a hug. "Whoa!" He looked down at her with a worried face. "Hermione? What's wrong love?"
"Everything!" Hermione sobbed. "Nothing seems to be going right!
And--and-an--"
"And?"
"I met your aunts today, they seem nice!" Hermione said, sobbing even more at the mere thought of them.
Ron closed his eyes and caressed her hair. "Oh no," he said softly to himself. "Which ones?"
"Karma and Cythendra!" Hermione chocked out.
"Hermione, let's sit down over here," he led her over to the sofa where they sat facing each other. "Tell me what the problem is," Ron said seriously, looking into her eyes and at her tear-stained face.
"Nothing is going the way I planned! Your mom and aunts took over the whole wedding, and for the first time in my entire life I'm scared to express how I really feel inside. And I don't know what to do anymore! I don't know what to say without trying not to insult anyone! I'm so scared to actually say, 'No I prefer this, or No I don't like that idea!' And-and--Ron I'm so sorry!" Hermione exclaimed, bursting into a fresh wave of tears.
Ron pulled her into a deep hug, whispering to her that everything was going to be ok. Then he noticed something. His face went pale. There were suitcases in the hallway. "Hermione," Ron began pulling away.
"Yes?"
"What are the suitcases for?" Ron asked nervously.
Hermione stood up, crying harder then ever. She picked up the two
suitcases and stood in front of Ron. "I'm so sorry...so sorry."
Ron stood up. "Please tell me that you're going to stay with my mom for the night, that you'll be back in the morning."
Hermione shook her head. "I can't...I can't..."
He ran over to her and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. "No, never say that you can't do anything! You're Hermione Granger, you can do everything!"
"I can't do this! I can't marry you! Please forgive me!" Hermione looked down as Ron released her from his grip.
"What?"
"I'm having second thoughts. I can't marry you."
"Hermione," Ron began, trying to hold back his own tears. "Please don't let my family effect your decision. The decision that you already made...to marry me."
"I'm sorry, but I think that we--"
"You mean you..." Ron said tears, beginning to pour down his face.
"Be better off---"
"Hermione, please don't do this! I love you!"
Hermione winced. "I have to go!" She brought up her wand and apparated before Ron could stop her.
Ron looked around the empty room before sliding to the floor and letting sobs take hold of his body. Even as the tears fell Ron was determined. He wasn't going to give up, he was going to get her back...."
A/N TWIST! I'm not into cliffys as much anymore..I just can't seem to find a good place to put one! So might as well put a couple of twist!
Chapter 8- The Not-So-Wedding Plans
The next couple of days went by slowly for Hermione and Ron. After telling Mrs. Weasley about the engaged they were so busy that they didn't see each other until night, but even then one of them was sleeping.
* * *
Ron tip-toed into his apartment, trying to be quiet and not wake the already sleeping Hermione. He put his house keys on the counter, and began walking through the pitch-black apartment. "Ow!" He exclaimed, banging his knee into the nearby coffee table. Cursing underneath his breath he walked into the dimly lit bedroom. There he found Hermione asleep on the bed with an open book resting on her chest. Obviously she had been trying to stay awake since they hadn't had a proper conversation for nearly two weeks. He smiled and sat down on the bed next to her. Soon enough sleep took reign and Ron feel into a deep slumber.
* * *
Hermione stirred and opened her chocolate brown eyes. She looked around the room and then down at Ron. She smiled and stroked his flaming red hair, which was sticking up. She reached over to grab her alarm clock as she yawned widely. It took Hermione a moment to comprehend the time, but when she did she sat straight up, causing Ron to jerk awake.
"What happened?!" He asked in alarm.
Hermione ran over to the closet and started to dress in her regular clothes. "We're late! We can't be late! You have to be at work!" Hermione zipped up her pants, "Ron are you listening to me? Ron!" She turned around and saw Ron sleeping like a baby. She threw her hands up in frustration, and grabbed a pillow. "I said you're late you lazy ass!" As she hit her fiancé with the pillow.
"Three more minutes Herm! Please, I don't start work 'till noon!"
"Right, and now its twenty passed noon!" Hermione said as matter-of-factly.
Ron sat straight up and ran into the bathroom as Hermione continued to dress. She hadn't been to work ever since the engagement. One of them did have to plan the wedding, and since Ron was the minister of magic he couldn't very well miss work. So, Hermione had been going to the burrow so Mrs. Weasley could help with the wedding. Ten minutes later Ron came out of the bathroom dressed in his regular work clothes, a suit and tie, and gave Hermione a quick peck on the cheek before leaving for work. "Good luck," he whispered in her ear.
She smiled and waved goodbye to Ron before apparating to the burrow.
* * *
Hermione arrived in the kitchen. Pots and pans were being washed, and Hermione watched intently as though she had never seen magic before. Moving on she walked into the living room where she found Mrs. Weasley knitting.
Molly looked up, "Hermione dear! You finally made it; I thought that you'd never arrive!"
"I'm sorry for being late Molly, but me and Ron got up late today," Hermione said as she walked over to the couch and sat next to Molly. "Okay, we were at..."
"Bridesmaids!" Mrs. Weasley said, putting her knitting down, and grabbing the pen and notepad off the table.
"Um, okay, I know that I want Ginny to be a bridesmaid, maybe the maid of honor?"
"Okay dear....and who else?"
Hermione bit her lip. "Well, I...erm."
"Try and think of your old school mates...people that you've kept in touch with. "Molly said picking up her knitting.
Um, I haven't actually talked to Parvati or Lavender. Maybe I should try and talk to them."
Molly smiled. "I thought that you might say that." She got up and went upstairs. A few minutes later she came downstairs, two people following behind her.
Hermione stood, up drew in a deep breath and stared in amazement at what Molly had in front of her.
* * *
"Hermione's in charge of all of the wedding planning!" Ron said walking down the narrow hallways of his tedious work place.
"You should at least be a part of it!" Harry scolded.
Sighing Ron replied, "I know, but Hermione seems like she's having a blast!"
"You know that there's gonna be that time when Hermione can't handle things herself. Even if your mom is helping!"
* * *
"Molly, who are these people?" Hermione asked sitting down on the couch slowly.
"Why, these ladies are my sisters!" Molly said leading her sisters down towards Hermione. They all had red, frizzy hair like Molly's. They were all over-weight, and one was even eating a cupcake as she was being introduced to Hermione. "This is Cythendra and Karma."
"Hello," Cythendra said, her mouth full of cupcake. "Pleasure to meet you!" She shook Hermione's hand, while spitting cupcake in her face.
"And I'm Karma!" Hermione put out her hand, and Karma grabbed it
and pulled her into a hug. "Welcome to the family dear!"
"Ni-nice to me-meet you." Hermione replied suffocating.
*What have I gotten myself into?!* Hermione thought to herself.
"Okay," Molly said, trying to pry the two apart. "I said okay! You
can let go dear!" Karma sighed and threw her hands up in defeat.
"Karma dear, save me some of the love!" Cythendra said whining.
"Enough of that, now let's get back to business, we have a wedding to
plan!" Molly said as Hermione regained her breath and sat as far away from Molly's sisters as possible.
* * *
The next couple of hours went by slowly. Hermione didn't have much say in her own wedding, and when it came down to the cake, Cythendra said that it should be three layers with extra frosting. Karma said that they should keep it simple. A simple cake that could feed everyone at the wedding. Molly insisted that they should try many different types before actually picking just one. Only when her sisters started to protest did Molly ask for Hermione's opinion.
"I like your idea Molly, it sounds fair and it's something that Ron can take part in too."
"Okay then, now that's settled," Molly said, her eyes shooting daggers at her sisters, who had done nothing but cause trouble "Next, the dress!"
Hermione put her head down, *Oh no!* She thought.
"Hermione dear, would you like your own dress?" Molly asked politely.
She looked up. "Well actually--"
"Or would you rather use mine?"
Hermione paused. *If I say no then I would hurt her feelings, but I do want my own dress.*
"I need to think this over." Hermione stood up. "Pleasure to meet
you two, we'll carry on tomorrow!" She smiled and apparated back to
her own house before Cythendra of Karma could get a hold of her.
* * *
"Hermione!" Ron called as he entered their apartment. "I'm home!" He began to walk into the living room when Hermione ran up to him and pulled him into a hug. "Whoa!" He looked down at her with a worried face. "Hermione? What's wrong love?"
"Everything!" Hermione sobbed. "Nothing seems to be going right!
And--and-an--"
"And?"
"I met your aunts today, they seem nice!" Hermione said, sobbing even more at the mere thought of them.
Ron closed his eyes and caressed her hair. "Oh no," he said softly to himself. "Which ones?"
"Karma and Cythendra!" Hermione chocked out.
"Hermione, let's sit down over here," he led her over to the sofa where they sat facing each other. "Tell me what the problem is," Ron said seriously, looking into her eyes and at her tear-stained face.
"Nothing is going the way I planned! Your mom and aunts took over the whole wedding, and for the first time in my entire life I'm scared to express how I really feel inside. And I don't know what to do anymore! I don't know what to say without trying not to insult anyone! I'm so scared to actually say, 'No I prefer this, or No I don't like that idea!' And-and--Ron I'm so sorry!" Hermione exclaimed, bursting into a fresh wave of tears.
Ron pulled her into a deep hug, whispering to her that everything was going to be ok. Then he noticed something. His face went pale. There were suitcases in the hallway. "Hermione," Ron began pulling away.
"Yes?"
"What are the suitcases for?" Ron asked nervously.
Hermione stood up, crying harder then ever. She picked up the two
suitcases and stood in front of Ron. "I'm so sorry...so sorry."
Ron stood up. "Please tell me that you're going to stay with my mom for the night, that you'll be back in the morning."
Hermione shook her head. "I can't...I can't..."
He ran over to her and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. "No, never say that you can't do anything! You're Hermione Granger, you can do everything!"
"I can't do this! I can't marry you! Please forgive me!" Hermione looked down as Ron released her from his grip.
"What?"
"I'm having second thoughts. I can't marry you."
"Hermione," Ron began, trying to hold back his own tears. "Please don't let my family effect your decision. The decision that you already made...to marry me."
"I'm sorry, but I think that we--"
"You mean you..." Ron said tears, beginning to pour down his face.
"Be better off---"
"Hermione, please don't do this! I love you!"
Hermione winced. "I have to go!" She brought up her wand and apparated before Ron could stop her.
Ron looked around the empty room before sliding to the floor and letting sobs take hold of his body. Even as the tears fell Ron was determined. He wasn't going to give up, he was going to get her back...."
A/N TWIST! I'm not into cliffys as much anymore..I just can't seem to find a good place to put one! So might as well put a couple of twist!