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Chapter 19: Ginny's Wedding... Oh, No, Wait
Being Hermione's maid of honor was anything but fun. The wedding was in less then a month, and I had to deal with Hermione's daily breakdowns.
"The invitations! I completely forgot about the invitations!" Hermione screeched one day during a dress fitting. She was standing on a stool, getting her dress hemmed by a very stressed-looking woman. "The guests are suppose to know four weeks in advance! What if someone can't come? What if everyone boycotts the wedding because they were invited on such short notice?!"
"Three weeks isn't short notice." I said in a soothing voice. "And no one's going to boycott the wedding."
"But what about the invitations?!" Hermione said, tears filling her eyes. She was waving her arms dramatically and the seamstress was loosing her patience. "How are we going to write a hundred invitations?! There isn't enough time! There just isn't enough—Ow!" She screamed as a pin went into her side.
"Oops." The seamstress said with an evil grin on her face.
"We'll just use a duplicating spell." I said, trying to remain calm for Hermione's sake, but desperately wanting to grab one of the seamstress's needles and make the bride-to-be a human pin cushion.
"How do you know all of this?" Hermione demanded hysterically. "Were you secretly married before and just didn't tell anyone? Did you, like, have a really small wedding and planned everything yourself? Did you have steak or chicken? And why didn't you invite me?!"
"It's common sense, Hermione." I sighed.
I ended up using that sentence far too many times during the wedding planning process. I knew that brides were suppose to be a bit hysterical, but Hermione was pushing over to psychotic. I was beginning to worry that she'd have to go down the aisle in a straight jacket.
~*~*~*~
Hermione, Ron and I were all sitting down to lunch, talking over details of the wedding.
"I still need at least two more brides maids." Hermione said.
"You mean I'm the only one you have?" I asked, forgetting for a second the remain-calm-so-Hermione-doesn't-snap plan.
"This is all your fault!" Hermione said, pointing at Ron. "If you hadn't been friends with me then I would have been forced to socialize with girls. You've ruined the wedding!"
"Harry's the one who convinced me to be civil toward you, why isn't he getting blamed?" Ron asked.
"Where is Harry?" I asked.
"He'll be here soon." Ron said. "He just had to pick up Kate."
"Kate's coming?" I asked much harsher then I intended to.
"Jealous, are we?" Hermione said, seeming calm enough to mock her best friend.
"You didn't invite her to the wedding, did you?" I asked, continuing to loose my cool.
"Of course I did." Hermione said. "It would have been rude to do otherwise."
"That's the problem with you, Hermione," I snapped. "you're such a people pleaser."
"Is that bad?" She asked.
I scoffed, not knowing really if it was that bad. People like being pleased, and like even more the people that please them. But I'd never tell Hermione that.
I sat in my seat, arms folded and a pout on my face until Harry came with his stupid girlfriend trailing behind.
"What'd I miss?" Harry asked, pulling up a chair for Kate and himself.
"Apparently I'm a people pleaser." Hermione said stuffily.
"Aw, that's rotten luck." Harry said, shaking his head. I could have kissed him. But, actually, that's not much of a difference from the normal reaction I have whenever Harry talks. Or walks. Or smiles. Or exists.
"Excuse me?" Hermione asked.
"Well, that's the worst kind." Harry said, making no sense at all. And that's the way I liked it.
"If you were a real friend, then you'd dis-invite her." I said, not caring that Kate was right there.
"Dis-invite who?" Harry asked.
"My... uncle's girlfriend." Hermione said, making a quick save, but ruining it when she added, "her name's Vate."
"That's an unusual name." Harry said.
"Yes, well, it's a family thing—having unusual names. I mean, mine's Hermione for Christ's sake." Hermione laughed nervously.
"But I thought you said she's your uncle's girlfriend?" Harry said.
"Excuse me, Harry, I'm trying to have a conversation with Ginny." Hermione said in her bossy voice. She turned to me and hissed, "And I'm not dis-inviting her. It's rude."
"You're so unreasonable!" I said loudly. "I'm asking you to do a friend a favor, but instead you're helping someone we both hate."
"I never said I hated her." Hermione said, making my jaw drop. I don't know why, but it just seemed completely unbelievable for my best friend to like someone I despised so much. Especially because of how much pain Kate was causing me by being with Harry.
"Listen, can we just get on with the wedding planning?" Ron asked, getting irritated.
"Sure, since it'd be *rude* not to." I said, glaring at Hermione. "In fact, why don't I just plan the whole thing, since Hermione only seems to care about people who don't care about her."
"Stop it." Hermione said. I refused to think that those were tears in her eyes.
"Backstabbing a friend's is a no brainer for Hermione, as long as the person who's mad at her isn't anyone important." I continued.
Hermione was looking down at her lap. She wiped her face quickly, excused herself, and ran to the girl's bathroom.
I sat there, three pairs of eyes staring at me. I didn't know why I'd said those things. I didn't mean them, and it made me feel like even filthier shit to see her cry.
"I'll be right back." I said, not making eye contact with anyone and quickly walking to the bathroom.
I found Hermione dabbing her eyes with paper towels as she sat with her back against the wall.
"Hermione, I'm... sorry." I said, crouching down next to her. She continued to cry and didn't look at me.
"Come on, Mione." I said, putting my arm around her. "I really didn't mean those things. You know how much I hate Kate, it was against her, not you."
"You're right." Hermione croaked. "I'm a people pleaser."
"But that can be a good thing!" I said, trying to be positive. I was getting ready to make a whole speech about people loving nice people when she stopped me.
"That's not why I'm upset." She said, wiping her eyes again. "I just... have so much to do for this stupid wedding, and we only have a few weeks left."
"You can always push it back." I said encouragingly.
"No I can't!" Hermione sobbed.
"Yes you—"
"No, you don't understand." Hermione said, finally looking me in the eyes. "Gin, I have to tell you something."
She looked down at the ground again before looking me straight in the eye. I held my breath as she drew one in and began to speak.
"I'm... pregnant." She said, laughing a little, but almost in a sad way.
"Oh my God." I whispered. "Oh my God." I repeated, this time with a smile on my face. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" I said, hugging her. When I pulled back, I could see that she was smiling through her tears. "Does Ron know?"
"Yes, but I wanted to wait and tell everyone at lunch." She said. "But the point is, I can't push back the wedding because then I'll begin to show. What if I don't fit into my dress?" Hermione's forehead creased in anxiousness.
"Don't worry." I said. "I'll make sure that that doesn't happen."
So, unintentionally, I became piled with Hermione's wedding responsibilities while the mom/bride-to-be rested and Ron upheld the title of the 'worthless one' of the group.
~*~*~*~
"Okay, we've narrowed it down to Lavender, Parvati, Fleur, Luna, Pansy, and Tonks." I said, reading to Hermione off of a list of her potential bridesmaids as she lounged on the couch.
"Let me see that." Hermione said, reaching out and grabbing my pad of paper and pen. She scribbled some things that I couldn't see before handing it back to me.
I glanced down at the paper to see a noose drawn next to the names of Lavender and Parvati, Fleur's name decorated with devil horns and the words 'psychotic whore' written above it, and a rather tasteful picture of a pig with it's ass on fire next to Pansy's name.
"Although you're a rather talented artist, you're still not helping." I sighed.
"Well why would I want *Pansy* to be my bridesmaid?" Hermione asked in disgust. "I'm desperate, but not that desperate."
"These are the only girls you know." I said. "It's not my fault that you're antisocial. So unless you want me to dress Malfoy up in a pretty pink dress, pick someone." I said, throwing the list at her.
"Fine." She said, circling Luna and Tonks' names and handing the list back to me.
I turned to leave, hearing Hermione mutter, "Bridesmaid Nazi" under her breath.
~*~*~*~
"What about this one? This one's nice." I said encouragingly to Hermione as we walked through the cake shop.
"Too white." She said stuffily.
I rolled my eyes.
"It can be a different color." I said.
"What are the wedding colors again?" Hermione asked, inspecting a cake made entirely out of flowers.
"Red for the girls, black for the men, and, of course, white for you." I said.
"Oh, oh!" Hermione squealed, jumping up and down as she pointed at a cake that was as tall as she was. "I want this one!"
I inspected the price and said, "Unless you're marrying a professional Quidditch player, I'd reconsider."
"Damn it." Hermione sighed angrily. "I knew I should've married Krum when I had the chance."
... what?
"What?" I asked, completely confused and thinking I'd misheard her.
"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Hermione said nonchalantly. "When Krum and I were going out, I went over to his house for the summer. His parents weren't there, so, you know, we started fooling around..."
***FLASHBACK***
Krum broke the kiss and looked deep into Hermione's dark brown eyes.
"Herm-i-own-ninny," Krum said in his thick, Bulgarian accent. "I vant to make love to you."
Hermione smiled, brushing off the fact that her boyfriend had used sappy-pansy talk, instead of just saying sex. She had been preparing herself all year for this, and was finally ready.
"Okay." She said simply. Thinking that the subject didn't need any further discussion, she leaned in to kiss him and carry on with the 'love making.'
"Really?!" Krum said happily. He was jumping up and down like a kid who needed to take his Ritalin.
"Um, yea." Hermione said, wondering why he was so anxious. She tried the leaning in for a kiss again, but Krum grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her behind him as he began to run out of the house.
"What the hell...?" Hermione said as she thundered along behind Krum through the streets. "What are you doing?" she yelled.
"Finding a place for us to make love!" He yelled back, except in a sort of sing-songy voice.
Finally, they came upon a chapel, and Krum ushered Hermione inside.
"I've never done it in a church before, but whatever floats your boat." She muttered.
Krum walked up to a priest that was nearby, praying, or course. He said something to him in Bulgarian. The priest did the same jumpy-dance that Krum just a few minutes ago, and left to go get something.
"What'd you say to him?" Hermione asked, taking a look around the church and wondering if it was even legal to have sex in the house of God.
"I asked him for a—what do you call it—marriage license." Krum said with a huge smile on his face as Hermione nearly fainted from shock.
***END OF FLASHBACK***
"Oh my God," I laughed. "Krum thought that 'making love' meant 'getting married?!'"
"His English was never very good." Hermione sighed. "And he was always pretty dim."
~*~*~*~
"Good news." Hermione said as she walked into the living room where I was laying on the couch, refusing to move.
"Have I died?" I asked, my feet numb from walking the streets of London all day, looking for a flower shop that sold roses that wouldn't cost Hermione's unborn child.
"No, but Kate's not coming to the wedding." Hermione said. My eyes, which had been halfway closed, shot open. I sat up and looked at Hermione to see if she was serious.
"Did you dis-invite her?" I asked happily.
"No," Hermione said, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. "She just... canceled. I think she has work or something."
As many times as Hermione told me that Kate was the one to say that she couldn't come, I couldn't stop fantasizing Hermione calling Kate up and cursing her out while she dis-invited her. A dreamy smile was on my face for the rest of the day.
~*~*~*~
The wedding day was less then a week away, and I was more stressed then Hermione. I still had so much to do; reserve the banquet hall, find a place for all of the bridesmaids and best men to stay, and keep Hermione calm through all of it. Everything was just so hectic, I was very short- tempered.
"But I wanna come to Diagon Alley with you, mummy." Christina whined for the hundredth time that day as I rushed around looking for my wand.
"You wouldn't have any fun, sweetie." I said through gritted teeth. "Harry and I are just going down there to pick up a few things for the wedding. Hermione will be here in a few minutes to look after you."
I glanced at the clock. I was going to kill Hermione for being so late. Harry was probably already at the Three Broomsticks waiting for me.
"But I wanna come!" Chrissy yelled, grabbing onto my arm.
"No." I said coldly, yanking my arm from her grasp.
Chrissy's eyes spilled over with tears and she started crying at the top of her lungs, "This isn't fair! I wanna go! I wanna go!"
I grabbed my wand and glanced at the clock again angrily.
"Dammit Christina! I'm already a half hour late!" I said loudly.
I sighed with frustration as she continued to wail.
"Hermione'll be here any second, I have to go."
I walked over to the fireplace as Chrissy grabbed onto my legs screaming, "No, mummy! I wanna go!"
"I'll see you in an hour." I said angrily, shaking her off of my leg and threw floo powder into the fire.
"I hate you mummy! I hate you!" Crissy screamed as I angrily shouted, "Diagon Alley," at the flames.
When I arrived at the Three Broomsticks, Harry was already there with an empty cup of butter beer in front of him.
"I'm so sorry I'm late." I said as he got up and lead the way outside.
"It's fine. I had a very interesting conversation with Lavender Brown." Harry said with a smile.
"Oh my God, Lavender?" I asked with awe. "I thought she moved to America with her boyfriend."
"She did. But then they broke up, and she came back here to start a psychic phone line business with Parvati." Harry said, finishing his sentence with laughter that I quickly joined in.
"Wow," was all that I could manage to say.
"Yea," Harry laughed. "And it seems that Oliver Wood called her asking if his gonorrhea would ever go away."
After a few more minutes of talk about who Oliver could have gotten his STD from, and us wondering how Lavender and Parvati managed to make a business out of their lack of psychic abilities, we arrived at the dress- robe shop.
"Do you have all of the best men's measurements?" I asked Harry as we walked into a rather small store that was cluttered with fancy robes of every color and size.
"Yep," Harry said, pulling out a list from his pants pocket.
"So, let me get this straight," He said as I approached the counter and handed the list to the man behind it. "Hermione is wearing a muggles wedding dress, and everyone else is wearing wizard clothes?"
"Everyone but Hermione's side of the family." I smiled.
I was in the middle of telling the man behind the counter that we needed these robes in a few days, when my cell phone rang.
The man behind the counter gave me a strange look, probably because he'd never seen a cell phone—let alone a phone—before.
"Hello?" I asked into the receiver, smiling nervously at the man.
"Ginny?" Hermione's shaky voice said from the other end.
"What's up?" I asked cautiously.
"You have to come down to St. Mungo's right now." She said quietly.
"Why? What happened?" I asked fearfully, my mind racing. Could something be wrong with her baby? What if she had a miscarriage?
Hermione paused for what seemed like years, before finally saying, "It's Christina."
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Chapter 19: Ginny's Wedding... Oh, No, Wait
Being Hermione's maid of honor was anything but fun. The wedding was in less then a month, and I had to deal with Hermione's daily breakdowns.
"The invitations! I completely forgot about the invitations!" Hermione screeched one day during a dress fitting. She was standing on a stool, getting her dress hemmed by a very stressed-looking woman. "The guests are suppose to know four weeks in advance! What if someone can't come? What if everyone boycotts the wedding because they were invited on such short notice?!"
"Three weeks isn't short notice." I said in a soothing voice. "And no one's going to boycott the wedding."
"But what about the invitations?!" Hermione said, tears filling her eyes. She was waving her arms dramatically and the seamstress was loosing her patience. "How are we going to write a hundred invitations?! There isn't enough time! There just isn't enough—Ow!" She screamed as a pin went into her side.
"Oops." The seamstress said with an evil grin on her face.
"We'll just use a duplicating spell." I said, trying to remain calm for Hermione's sake, but desperately wanting to grab one of the seamstress's needles and make the bride-to-be a human pin cushion.
"How do you know all of this?" Hermione demanded hysterically. "Were you secretly married before and just didn't tell anyone? Did you, like, have a really small wedding and planned everything yourself? Did you have steak or chicken? And why didn't you invite me?!"
"It's common sense, Hermione." I sighed.
I ended up using that sentence far too many times during the wedding planning process. I knew that brides were suppose to be a bit hysterical, but Hermione was pushing over to psychotic. I was beginning to worry that she'd have to go down the aisle in a straight jacket.
~*~*~*~
Hermione, Ron and I were all sitting down to lunch, talking over details of the wedding.
"I still need at least two more brides maids." Hermione said.
"You mean I'm the only one you have?" I asked, forgetting for a second the remain-calm-so-Hermione-doesn't-snap plan.
"This is all your fault!" Hermione said, pointing at Ron. "If you hadn't been friends with me then I would have been forced to socialize with girls. You've ruined the wedding!"
"Harry's the one who convinced me to be civil toward you, why isn't he getting blamed?" Ron asked.
"Where is Harry?" I asked.
"He'll be here soon." Ron said. "He just had to pick up Kate."
"Kate's coming?" I asked much harsher then I intended to.
"Jealous, are we?" Hermione said, seeming calm enough to mock her best friend.
"You didn't invite her to the wedding, did you?" I asked, continuing to loose my cool.
"Of course I did." Hermione said. "It would have been rude to do otherwise."
"That's the problem with you, Hermione," I snapped. "you're such a people pleaser."
"Is that bad?" She asked.
I scoffed, not knowing really if it was that bad. People like being pleased, and like even more the people that please them. But I'd never tell Hermione that.
I sat in my seat, arms folded and a pout on my face until Harry came with his stupid girlfriend trailing behind.
"What'd I miss?" Harry asked, pulling up a chair for Kate and himself.
"Apparently I'm a people pleaser." Hermione said stuffily.
"Aw, that's rotten luck." Harry said, shaking his head. I could have kissed him. But, actually, that's not much of a difference from the normal reaction I have whenever Harry talks. Or walks. Or smiles. Or exists.
"Excuse me?" Hermione asked.
"Well, that's the worst kind." Harry said, making no sense at all. And that's the way I liked it.
"If you were a real friend, then you'd dis-invite her." I said, not caring that Kate was right there.
"Dis-invite who?" Harry asked.
"My... uncle's girlfriend." Hermione said, making a quick save, but ruining it when she added, "her name's Vate."
"That's an unusual name." Harry said.
"Yes, well, it's a family thing—having unusual names. I mean, mine's Hermione for Christ's sake." Hermione laughed nervously.
"But I thought you said she's your uncle's girlfriend?" Harry said.
"Excuse me, Harry, I'm trying to have a conversation with Ginny." Hermione said in her bossy voice. She turned to me and hissed, "And I'm not dis-inviting her. It's rude."
"You're so unreasonable!" I said loudly. "I'm asking you to do a friend a favor, but instead you're helping someone we both hate."
"I never said I hated her." Hermione said, making my jaw drop. I don't know why, but it just seemed completely unbelievable for my best friend to like someone I despised so much. Especially because of how much pain Kate was causing me by being with Harry.
"Listen, can we just get on with the wedding planning?" Ron asked, getting irritated.
"Sure, since it'd be *rude* not to." I said, glaring at Hermione. "In fact, why don't I just plan the whole thing, since Hermione only seems to care about people who don't care about her."
"Stop it." Hermione said. I refused to think that those were tears in her eyes.
"Backstabbing a friend's is a no brainer for Hermione, as long as the person who's mad at her isn't anyone important." I continued.
Hermione was looking down at her lap. She wiped her face quickly, excused herself, and ran to the girl's bathroom.
I sat there, three pairs of eyes staring at me. I didn't know why I'd said those things. I didn't mean them, and it made me feel like even filthier shit to see her cry.
"I'll be right back." I said, not making eye contact with anyone and quickly walking to the bathroom.
I found Hermione dabbing her eyes with paper towels as she sat with her back against the wall.
"Hermione, I'm... sorry." I said, crouching down next to her. She continued to cry and didn't look at me.
"Come on, Mione." I said, putting my arm around her. "I really didn't mean those things. You know how much I hate Kate, it was against her, not you."
"You're right." Hermione croaked. "I'm a people pleaser."
"But that can be a good thing!" I said, trying to be positive. I was getting ready to make a whole speech about people loving nice people when she stopped me.
"That's not why I'm upset." She said, wiping her eyes again. "I just... have so much to do for this stupid wedding, and we only have a few weeks left."
"You can always push it back." I said encouragingly.
"No I can't!" Hermione sobbed.
"Yes you—"
"No, you don't understand." Hermione said, finally looking me in the eyes. "Gin, I have to tell you something."
She looked down at the ground again before looking me straight in the eye. I held my breath as she drew one in and began to speak.
"I'm... pregnant." She said, laughing a little, but almost in a sad way.
"Oh my God." I whispered. "Oh my God." I repeated, this time with a smile on my face. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" I said, hugging her. When I pulled back, I could see that she was smiling through her tears. "Does Ron know?"
"Yes, but I wanted to wait and tell everyone at lunch." She said. "But the point is, I can't push back the wedding because then I'll begin to show. What if I don't fit into my dress?" Hermione's forehead creased in anxiousness.
"Don't worry." I said. "I'll make sure that that doesn't happen."
So, unintentionally, I became piled with Hermione's wedding responsibilities while the mom/bride-to-be rested and Ron upheld the title of the 'worthless one' of the group.
~*~*~*~
"Okay, we've narrowed it down to Lavender, Parvati, Fleur, Luna, Pansy, and Tonks." I said, reading to Hermione off of a list of her potential bridesmaids as she lounged on the couch.
"Let me see that." Hermione said, reaching out and grabbing my pad of paper and pen. She scribbled some things that I couldn't see before handing it back to me.
I glanced down at the paper to see a noose drawn next to the names of Lavender and Parvati, Fleur's name decorated with devil horns and the words 'psychotic whore' written above it, and a rather tasteful picture of a pig with it's ass on fire next to Pansy's name.
"Although you're a rather talented artist, you're still not helping." I sighed.
"Well why would I want *Pansy* to be my bridesmaid?" Hermione asked in disgust. "I'm desperate, but not that desperate."
"These are the only girls you know." I said. "It's not my fault that you're antisocial. So unless you want me to dress Malfoy up in a pretty pink dress, pick someone." I said, throwing the list at her.
"Fine." She said, circling Luna and Tonks' names and handing the list back to me.
I turned to leave, hearing Hermione mutter, "Bridesmaid Nazi" under her breath.
~*~*~*~
"What about this one? This one's nice." I said encouragingly to Hermione as we walked through the cake shop.
"Too white." She said stuffily.
I rolled my eyes.
"It can be a different color." I said.
"What are the wedding colors again?" Hermione asked, inspecting a cake made entirely out of flowers.
"Red for the girls, black for the men, and, of course, white for you." I said.
"Oh, oh!" Hermione squealed, jumping up and down as she pointed at a cake that was as tall as she was. "I want this one!"
I inspected the price and said, "Unless you're marrying a professional Quidditch player, I'd reconsider."
"Damn it." Hermione sighed angrily. "I knew I should've married Krum when I had the chance."
... what?
"What?" I asked, completely confused and thinking I'd misheard her.
"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Hermione said nonchalantly. "When Krum and I were going out, I went over to his house for the summer. His parents weren't there, so, you know, we started fooling around..."
***FLASHBACK***
Krum broke the kiss and looked deep into Hermione's dark brown eyes.
"Herm-i-own-ninny," Krum said in his thick, Bulgarian accent. "I vant to make love to you."
Hermione smiled, brushing off the fact that her boyfriend had used sappy-pansy talk, instead of just saying sex. She had been preparing herself all year for this, and was finally ready.
"Okay." She said simply. Thinking that the subject didn't need any further discussion, she leaned in to kiss him and carry on with the 'love making.'
"Really?!" Krum said happily. He was jumping up and down like a kid who needed to take his Ritalin.
"Um, yea." Hermione said, wondering why he was so anxious. She tried the leaning in for a kiss again, but Krum grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her behind him as he began to run out of the house.
"What the hell...?" Hermione said as she thundered along behind Krum through the streets. "What are you doing?" she yelled.
"Finding a place for us to make love!" He yelled back, except in a sort of sing-songy voice.
Finally, they came upon a chapel, and Krum ushered Hermione inside.
"I've never done it in a church before, but whatever floats your boat." She muttered.
Krum walked up to a priest that was nearby, praying, or course. He said something to him in Bulgarian. The priest did the same jumpy-dance that Krum just a few minutes ago, and left to go get something.
"What'd you say to him?" Hermione asked, taking a look around the church and wondering if it was even legal to have sex in the house of God.
"I asked him for a—what do you call it—marriage license." Krum said with a huge smile on his face as Hermione nearly fainted from shock.
***END OF FLASHBACK***
"Oh my God," I laughed. "Krum thought that 'making love' meant 'getting married?!'"
"His English was never very good." Hermione sighed. "And he was always pretty dim."
~*~*~*~
"Good news." Hermione said as she walked into the living room where I was laying on the couch, refusing to move.
"Have I died?" I asked, my feet numb from walking the streets of London all day, looking for a flower shop that sold roses that wouldn't cost Hermione's unborn child.
"No, but Kate's not coming to the wedding." Hermione said. My eyes, which had been halfway closed, shot open. I sat up and looked at Hermione to see if she was serious.
"Did you dis-invite her?" I asked happily.
"No," Hermione said, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. "She just... canceled. I think she has work or something."
As many times as Hermione told me that Kate was the one to say that she couldn't come, I couldn't stop fantasizing Hermione calling Kate up and cursing her out while she dis-invited her. A dreamy smile was on my face for the rest of the day.
~*~*~*~
The wedding day was less then a week away, and I was more stressed then Hermione. I still had so much to do; reserve the banquet hall, find a place for all of the bridesmaids and best men to stay, and keep Hermione calm through all of it. Everything was just so hectic, I was very short- tempered.
"But I wanna come to Diagon Alley with you, mummy." Christina whined for the hundredth time that day as I rushed around looking for my wand.
"You wouldn't have any fun, sweetie." I said through gritted teeth. "Harry and I are just going down there to pick up a few things for the wedding. Hermione will be here in a few minutes to look after you."
I glanced at the clock. I was going to kill Hermione for being so late. Harry was probably already at the Three Broomsticks waiting for me.
"But I wanna come!" Chrissy yelled, grabbing onto my arm.
"No." I said coldly, yanking my arm from her grasp.
Chrissy's eyes spilled over with tears and she started crying at the top of her lungs, "This isn't fair! I wanna go! I wanna go!"
I grabbed my wand and glanced at the clock again angrily.
"Dammit Christina! I'm already a half hour late!" I said loudly.
I sighed with frustration as she continued to wail.
"Hermione'll be here any second, I have to go."
I walked over to the fireplace as Chrissy grabbed onto my legs screaming, "No, mummy! I wanna go!"
"I'll see you in an hour." I said angrily, shaking her off of my leg and threw floo powder into the fire.
"I hate you mummy! I hate you!" Crissy screamed as I angrily shouted, "Diagon Alley," at the flames.
When I arrived at the Three Broomsticks, Harry was already there with an empty cup of butter beer in front of him.
"I'm so sorry I'm late." I said as he got up and lead the way outside.
"It's fine. I had a very interesting conversation with Lavender Brown." Harry said with a smile.
"Oh my God, Lavender?" I asked with awe. "I thought she moved to America with her boyfriend."
"She did. But then they broke up, and she came back here to start a psychic phone line business with Parvati." Harry said, finishing his sentence with laughter that I quickly joined in.
"Wow," was all that I could manage to say.
"Yea," Harry laughed. "And it seems that Oliver Wood called her asking if his gonorrhea would ever go away."
After a few more minutes of talk about who Oliver could have gotten his STD from, and us wondering how Lavender and Parvati managed to make a business out of their lack of psychic abilities, we arrived at the dress- robe shop.
"Do you have all of the best men's measurements?" I asked Harry as we walked into a rather small store that was cluttered with fancy robes of every color and size.
"Yep," Harry said, pulling out a list from his pants pocket.
"So, let me get this straight," He said as I approached the counter and handed the list to the man behind it. "Hermione is wearing a muggles wedding dress, and everyone else is wearing wizard clothes?"
"Everyone but Hermione's side of the family." I smiled.
I was in the middle of telling the man behind the counter that we needed these robes in a few days, when my cell phone rang.
The man behind the counter gave me a strange look, probably because he'd never seen a cell phone—let alone a phone—before.
"Hello?" I asked into the receiver, smiling nervously at the man.
"Ginny?" Hermione's shaky voice said from the other end.
"What's up?" I asked cautiously.
"You have to come down to St. Mungo's right now." She said quietly.
"Why? What happened?" I asked fearfully, my mind racing. Could something be wrong with her baby? What if she had a miscarriage?
Hermione paused for what seemed like years, before finally saying, "It's Christina."
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