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Chapter 2: Wedding Bells
2 years Later…..
WIZARDING WEEKLY
Wizarding World Awaits wedding Saturday. Wizarding world awaits the highly anticipated wedding of Hermione Granger Weasley, former wife of Ronald Weasley, and Draco Malfoy. The wedding ceremony will be held at the home of the bride's parents, Mr. And Mrs. Granger.
Hermione tiredly stretched out on the living room sofa, not taking her eyes off of the piece of paper in her hands. Her mother sat at the table, busily finalizing wedding plans. Her sister, Dinah, sat on the ground, eagerly sifting her way through the enormous pile of wedding gifts.
"O-M-E-L-E…no…O-M-M-E-L-L… wait…" muttered Hermione, writing and then crossing out the word in exasperation.
"O-M-M-E-L-E-T, darling," supplied her mother helpfully. "Honestly, how did you manage first in your class with such atrocious spelling?"
"Spell check. Who really needs to know how to spell anymore anyway?"
Dinah pulled a large box out of the bottom of the pile. "What is this? It looks really big!"
"Open it," said Hermione, not bothering to take her eyes off of the paper.
Dinah ripped the wrapping paper off eagerly and then lifted the top of the box. A loud bang accompanied her action, and a puff of smoke. Dinah peered inside the box and saw that the box was full of assorted candy. She grabbed what appeared to be a jelly bean from the top, and popped into her mouth. She had barely chewed it before she began to gag and spit the candy onto the floor.
'What are you doing?" admonished her mother. "It's not polite to spit food on the floor!"
"But it tastes like boogers!" whined Dinah, wiping at her mouth in disgust.
"Fred and George," sighed Hermione. "I should have warned you, I forgot that you don't go to Hogwarts. I never even suspected that they would send me anything, anyway, seeing as how I haven't talked to them or their brother in over two years."
"I still don't understand why you didn't invite Ron to the wedding." complained Hermione's mother.
"After all he put me through? I don't think so. You may be used to putting up with father's flirtations, but I refuse to accept what Ron did."
"We must both just be failures as a wife," Mrs. Granger sighed.
"We just picked the wrong husbands, that's all. Draco is much better. Isn't he an angel?"
"I like Ron better," said Dinah defiantly.
"Good for you. Why don't you marry him?" said Hermione, getting off of the couch and walking into the backyard.
Both Dinah and Mrs. Granger watch as Hermione sailed out the door.
"Why does she hate Ron so much? They used to be best friends," asked Dinah.
"Well, he was rather mean to her once they got married, dear." responded her mother.
"Did he really hit her?"
"Where did you hear that?"
"The papers were full of innuendo. They said Ron was a cruel drunk."
"Don't believe what you read"
"Well, I think Hermione's meaner than Ron. She won't even invited Daddy to the wedding. She's too mean to everybody."
"She's just…sets exceptionally high standards Dinah. It's hard for everyone to live up to them."
"Well, I think it stinks not to want your own father at your wedding, don't you?"
"Between you and I, yes. I thinks it's good and stinking."
Chapter 2: Wedding Bells
2 years Later…..
WIZARDING WEEKLY
Wizarding World Awaits wedding Saturday. Wizarding world awaits the highly anticipated wedding of Hermione Granger Weasley, former wife of Ronald Weasley, and Draco Malfoy. The wedding ceremony will be held at the home of the bride's parents, Mr. And Mrs. Granger.
Hermione tiredly stretched out on the living room sofa, not taking her eyes off of the piece of paper in her hands. Her mother sat at the table, busily finalizing wedding plans. Her sister, Dinah, sat on the ground, eagerly sifting her way through the enormous pile of wedding gifts.
"O-M-E-L-E…no…O-M-M-E-L-L… wait…" muttered Hermione, writing and then crossing out the word in exasperation.
"O-M-M-E-L-E-T, darling," supplied her mother helpfully. "Honestly, how did you manage first in your class with such atrocious spelling?"
"Spell check. Who really needs to know how to spell anymore anyway?"
Dinah pulled a large box out of the bottom of the pile. "What is this? It looks really big!"
"Open it," said Hermione, not bothering to take her eyes off of the paper.
Dinah ripped the wrapping paper off eagerly and then lifted the top of the box. A loud bang accompanied her action, and a puff of smoke. Dinah peered inside the box and saw that the box was full of assorted candy. She grabbed what appeared to be a jelly bean from the top, and popped into her mouth. She had barely chewed it before she began to gag and spit the candy onto the floor.
'What are you doing?" admonished her mother. "It's not polite to spit food on the floor!"
"But it tastes like boogers!" whined Dinah, wiping at her mouth in disgust.
"Fred and George," sighed Hermione. "I should have warned you, I forgot that you don't go to Hogwarts. I never even suspected that they would send me anything, anyway, seeing as how I haven't talked to them or their brother in over two years."
"I still don't understand why you didn't invite Ron to the wedding." complained Hermione's mother.
"After all he put me through? I don't think so. You may be used to putting up with father's flirtations, but I refuse to accept what Ron did."
"We must both just be failures as a wife," Mrs. Granger sighed.
"We just picked the wrong husbands, that's all. Draco is much better. Isn't he an angel?"
"I like Ron better," said Dinah defiantly.
"Good for you. Why don't you marry him?" said Hermione, getting off of the couch and walking into the backyard.
Both Dinah and Mrs. Granger watch as Hermione sailed out the door.
"Why does she hate Ron so much? They used to be best friends," asked Dinah.
"Well, he was rather mean to her once they got married, dear." responded her mother.
"Did he really hit her?"
"Where did you hear that?"
"The papers were full of innuendo. They said Ron was a cruel drunk."
"Don't believe what you read"
"Well, I think Hermione's meaner than Ron. She won't even invited Daddy to the wedding. She's too mean to everybody."
"She's just…sets exceptionally high standards Dinah. It's hard for everyone to live up to them."
"Well, I think it stinks not to want your own father at your wedding, don't you?"
"Between you and I, yes. I thinks it's good and stinking."