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Story title: A challenging wedding
Ship: Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humour/Romace
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter today either. Go to your local kiosk to buy the real thing.
Challenge Requirements:
1. Luna must sing "LONGBOTTOM is Our King" at some point DURING the ceremony.
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 (my OC/OC [sub]ship. Check out the ship staff for more info: S.S. Serpents and Stags Ship Staff).
A/N: Sorry I didn't include that in the first chapter. So now you know. "Their song" isn't actually an actual song, which would be far to sappy. So they're making up their own. Enjoy :D
"Hermione?" Ron tiptoed into the room, coming straight from the showers.
"Yes, Ronnie?" For the second time in the last hour, Ron was taken completely off guard. Wine hanging idly in his hand; he wondered if this was something common pre-nuptial, naming your lovers; and wondered for a second what he had come to say. Then, -
"Who're you writing to?"
"Oh," Hermione put the pen down and looked up. "Viktor," Ron choked on unidentifiable habit, but straightened up again.
"So he couldn't come," His voice was a bit odd, but Hermione smiled. Ron knew not to be jealous anymore.
"No. You see," she said, smiling to herself. Smiling more because of Ron, than because, -"Viktor got himself a little friend," "Gilderoy Lockhart."
Ron spluttered, and wine spread on the floor. He turned surprised to the hand holding the wine, his hair showering water everywhere. Hermione giggled.
"Yes, they got together last summer. Viktor was playing against the Arrows, you know. Then, some dunce decided to shoot an arrow, of all things, at Viktor, having just caught the snitch. Imagine that," Ron decided not to tell her about the old Appleby Arrow tradition. Besides, the viciousness surprised him. Maybe Hermione already knew about the tradition.
"Anyhow, he ended up at St. Mungo's right? Well, the arrow could be infected, so off he went, and somehow they met. Gilderoy and Viktor."
"'Expect Viktor got told off for not knowing the right way to mend broken bones,"
"Ron! That was an accident, right?" Hermione playfully tossed a pillow at him.
"Far out! Far out! That's no fair, you cut Gilderoy helluva lot more slack than me!"
"Well he'd lost his mind, hadn't he?"
"What!?" Ron almost fell forward, his wine tipping in its glass. Credible to Hermione's word, he deserved some slack too. "Well he could always take the good ship home."
Before Hermione could ask what he exactly meant by that, he added, "Oh, why are we talking about those two bats?" On a reproving glare from Hermione, he corrected himself, "Sorry. Anyway, we've got a wedding to plan. We have, what, one day left! And it's six o'clock! Mum, Dad, Harry and Charlie are coming soon,"
"You're absolutely right," Hermione said solemnly, "So for goodness' sake, Ron, put on some clothes!"