Authors Note: I do not own Harry Potter. Don't sue.
Thank you for reading my story. I hope that you enjoy what I have written so far. This is
my first try at writing fan fiction so be nice! I am writing this for a wedding challenge on Fiction
Alley Park. Here are the requirements:
1. Luna must sing "Longbottom is Our King" at some point DURING the ceremony. (For all you
Luna/Nev shippers! Luv ya!)
2. Draco must be present with his family and must make a comment about weasels.
3. Harry must spill the beans on Ron's most embarrassing OOC moment during his toast.
4. Harry's daughter must drop her flowers and bicker with another canon character's child.
5. Someone must say, "Doesn't that look familiar?"
6. Fred and George, Gilderoy, and Fleur must be mentioned.
7. Ron and Hermione must have "their song."
8. One of the following ship names must be quoted in dialogue: Good Ship R/H, Orange Crush,
The Government Stole My Toad, Unknown and Unforgettable, Venomous Snakes, or Serpents
and Stags.
Well, I hope you enjoy! Please review with what you think.
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Chapter One -
Ron woke to the sun shining in his eyes. It was the big day, the day he had been both
dreading and looking forward to. He was to marry the love of his life, Hermione Jane Granger.
Ron groaned and rolled over in bed. He wanted just a few more minutes of peaceful sleep, he
tried desperately to float back the dream realm. He kept seeing the wedding in his head,
everything was going horribly wrong. Harmonie's dress was five sizes to small, the backside of
his dress robe was missing, reveling his underpants to the world, Dumbledore dying in the
middle of the ceremony.
"God, why does it have to be today?" Ron muttered "I guess I should get up now."
He yawned and stretched one more time before rolling onto his back and slowly sitting
up. He rubbed his eyes as they came into focus.
"This place is a mess." he muttered to himself.
Hermione and Ron had decided to have their wedding at the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley was
more than willing to oblige. Ron had been sleeping in his old room which was in extreme need
of cleaning. He had come home the night before from a rather wild night out with the boys, all
his brothers and of course Harry, Neville, Seamus and Dean. They held the small party at Dean's
flat. Dean had hired some muggle exotic dancers and provided the men with a large supply of
liquor. Not feeling the least bit guilty Ron indulged, while, of course, keeping his hands to
himself. Groaning Ron stood up and walked slowly to the door. He clutched his stomach and
groaned some more. Ron ambled out of the room, almost tripping over a small figure huddled
outside his door.
Looking down groggily he saw that it was Harry's daughter Maggie. Stirring a little, the girl
started to mumble something under her breath. Rolling his eyes Ron bent over and started to
shake her gently.
"NO! DON'T!" Maggie screamed in a high pitched voice.
Ron grabbed her by her shoulders and tried to stand the now awake six year old up. She
smiled as she realized who had woke her. Her smile looked just like Harry's when he was
plotting something, something that he knew was going to go wrong. She had reddish brown hair
and stunning green eyes. She was a spectacular mix of her parents, Harry and Ginny.
"Oh Uncle Ron I thought you was daddy." Maggie said slowly. She latched onto his
neck and started to giggle.
"Hey you little snot, what where you doing outside my door?"
"I heard you come home last night and you were making funny sounds, like you were
dying." Maggie said in a voice much like his old teacher Trelawny.
"I just wanted to keep you safe." The little girl said as she let go of Ron's neck.
"That was sweet of you but I am sure that I am . . . well, not dying. Go mess with your
father now, I bet he is wondering where his little angel is."
Giggling madly Maggie slid down the stairs on her butt. Ron started to walk, very
slowly, after her. It felt like ages before Ron made it to the bottom of the stairs.
"Ronald Weasley, you look as though you have just been through hell," screeched Mrs.
Weasely. She had been sitting at the kitchen table working on decorations. " ITS YOUR
WEDDING DAY! How could you stay out so late? And don't think I don't know, I am your
mother!"
"Mum, shut the hell up and do a spell to make me feel better." Ron said rather irritated.
"But of course." Mrs. Weasley reached into her apron and pulled out her wand.
"Hangious Overous." She flicked her wand and Ron felt instantly better.
"Thanks mum, what's to eat?"
"What do you mean what's to eat?" Mrs. Weasley got up and started to walk over to her
son. "You need to be getting ready!"
"The wedding doesn't start until 5 tonight mother, in case your forgetting." Ron raised an
eyebrow at his plump mother standing before him.
"Of course I am not forgetting, but I don't want this to end up like your father's and my
wedding day. You know what happened."
"Yes mum, I know what happened. I believe you only told me three million times." Ron
put on a rather innocent look right after he said that. His mothers face suddenly turned rather
violent.
"Ronald, if you know what's good for you are going to march your smart ass up those
stairs and get the others up."
Looking suddenly sullen Ron nodded his head, turned around and marched up the stairs.
He stopped at the third second floor and pounded on Harry's door.
"Who's there." Harry's sleepy voice replied.
Clearing his throat he put on his best imitation of Mrs. Weasley. "Dear, I do believe it is
time to get up."
Ron heard aloud yawning accompanied by footsteps. Stepping back Ron tried to stifle his
laughter at the sight of Harry. His daughter had evidently been to see him. His face was covered
in cute little drawings. The pictures were in every color imaginable, from bright pink to dark
blue. Flowers were coving his left cheek and random scribbles of what looked like animals
covering the rest of his face. A large cloud was drawn around his scar.
"Good to see you are well rested mate. Mum just wanted me to tell you to get up. She
has her panties in a bunch at the moment and thinks we are not going to be ready in time." Ron
said fast, grinning broadly.
"Was nice of you to get me up. Well I guess I should go take a shower."
"Be sure to look in the mirror, you might find something surprising." Ron looked behind
him and waved at Maggie who was sitting on the bed. He gave her a thumbs up.
Noticing this Harry rushed to the bathroom. Ron heard a startled yelp and he started
cracking up.
Thank you for reading my story. I hope that you enjoy what I have written so far. This is
my first try at writing fan fiction so be nice! I am writing this for a wedding challenge on Fiction
Alley Park. Here are the requirements:
1. Luna must sing "Longbottom is Our King" at some point DURING the ceremony. (For all you
Luna/Nev shippers! Luv ya!)
2. Draco must be present with his family and must make a comment about weasels.
3. Harry must spill the beans on Ron's most embarrassing OOC moment during his toast.
4. Harry's daughter must drop her flowers and bicker with another canon character's child.
5. Someone must say, "Doesn't that look familiar?"
6. Fred and George, Gilderoy, and Fleur must be mentioned.
7. Ron and Hermione must have "their song."
8. One of the following ship names must be quoted in dialogue: Good Ship R/H, Orange Crush,
The Government Stole My Toad, Unknown and Unforgettable, Venomous Snakes, or Serpents
and Stags.
Well, I hope you enjoy! Please review with what you think.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Chapter One -
Ron woke to the sun shining in his eyes. It was the big day, the day he had been both
dreading and looking forward to. He was to marry the love of his life, Hermione Jane Granger.
Ron groaned and rolled over in bed. He wanted just a few more minutes of peaceful sleep, he
tried desperately to float back the dream realm. He kept seeing the wedding in his head,
everything was going horribly wrong. Harmonie's dress was five sizes to small, the backside of
his dress robe was missing, reveling his underpants to the world, Dumbledore dying in the
middle of the ceremony.
"God, why does it have to be today?" Ron muttered "I guess I should get up now."
He yawned and stretched one more time before rolling onto his back and slowly sitting
up. He rubbed his eyes as they came into focus.
"This place is a mess." he muttered to himself.
Hermione and Ron had decided to have their wedding at the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley was
more than willing to oblige. Ron had been sleeping in his old room which was in extreme need
of cleaning. He had come home the night before from a rather wild night out with the boys, all
his brothers and of course Harry, Neville, Seamus and Dean. They held the small party at Dean's
flat. Dean had hired some muggle exotic dancers and provided the men with a large supply of
liquor. Not feeling the least bit guilty Ron indulged, while, of course, keeping his hands to
himself. Groaning Ron stood up and walked slowly to the door. He clutched his stomach and
groaned some more. Ron ambled out of the room, almost tripping over a small figure huddled
outside his door.
Looking down groggily he saw that it was Harry's daughter Maggie. Stirring a little, the girl
started to mumble something under her breath. Rolling his eyes Ron bent over and started to
shake her gently.
"NO! DON'T!" Maggie screamed in a high pitched voice.
Ron grabbed her by her shoulders and tried to stand the now awake six year old up. She
smiled as she realized who had woke her. Her smile looked just like Harry's when he was
plotting something, something that he knew was going to go wrong. She had reddish brown hair
and stunning green eyes. She was a spectacular mix of her parents, Harry and Ginny.
"Oh Uncle Ron I thought you was daddy." Maggie said slowly. She latched onto his
neck and started to giggle.
"Hey you little snot, what where you doing outside my door?"
"I heard you come home last night and you were making funny sounds, like you were
dying." Maggie said in a voice much like his old teacher Trelawny.
"I just wanted to keep you safe." The little girl said as she let go of Ron's neck.
"That was sweet of you but I am sure that I am . . . well, not dying. Go mess with your
father now, I bet he is wondering where his little angel is."
Giggling madly Maggie slid down the stairs on her butt. Ron started to walk, very
slowly, after her. It felt like ages before Ron made it to the bottom of the stairs.
"Ronald Weasley, you look as though you have just been through hell," screeched Mrs.
Weasely. She had been sitting at the kitchen table working on decorations. " ITS YOUR
WEDDING DAY! How could you stay out so late? And don't think I don't know, I am your
mother!"
"Mum, shut the hell up and do a spell to make me feel better." Ron said rather irritated.
"But of course." Mrs. Weasley reached into her apron and pulled out her wand.
"Hangious Overous." She flicked her wand and Ron felt instantly better.
"Thanks mum, what's to eat?"
"What do you mean what's to eat?" Mrs. Weasley got up and started to walk over to her
son. "You need to be getting ready!"
"The wedding doesn't start until 5 tonight mother, in case your forgetting." Ron raised an
eyebrow at his plump mother standing before him.
"Of course I am not forgetting, but I don't want this to end up like your father's and my
wedding day. You know what happened."
"Yes mum, I know what happened. I believe you only told me three million times." Ron
put on a rather innocent look right after he said that. His mothers face suddenly turned rather
violent.
"Ronald, if you know what's good for you are going to march your smart ass up those
stairs and get the others up."
Looking suddenly sullen Ron nodded his head, turned around and marched up the stairs.
He stopped at the third second floor and pounded on Harry's door.
"Who's there." Harry's sleepy voice replied.
Clearing his throat he put on his best imitation of Mrs. Weasley. "Dear, I do believe it is
time to get up."
Ron heard aloud yawning accompanied by footsteps. Stepping back Ron tried to stifle his
laughter at the sight of Harry. His daughter had evidently been to see him. His face was covered
in cute little drawings. The pictures were in every color imaginable, from bright pink to dark
blue. Flowers were coving his left cheek and random scribbles of what looked like animals
covering the rest of his face. A large cloud was drawn around his scar.
"Good to see you are well rested mate. Mum just wanted me to tell you to get up. She
has her panties in a bunch at the moment and thinks we are not going to be ready in time." Ron
said fast, grinning broadly.
"Was nice of you to get me up. Well I guess I should go take a shower."
"Be sure to look in the mirror, you might find something surprising." Ron looked behind
him and waved at Maggie who was sitting on the bed. He gave her a thumbs up.
Noticing this Harry rushed to the bathroom. Ron heard a startled yelp and he started
cracking up.