Here is chapter 5 it was going to be longer but I wanted to get this up for
you. Thanks to everyone. I don't think I wrote a disclaimer ever so here
I don't own anything, I think EVERY character mentioned so far has been Jo's own aside from Tracy and Nadia. They are just names mainly though, Tracy at least. Have fun with the reading
Chapter 5: Preperation
January passed quickly; classes and the DA kept them occupied. There had been little dark activity, but that just put them all on their guard even more. Hermione and Ron spent most of their time planning the wedding. It was going to be small, just them, Harry, and their parents. They had spent most of their time doing this and not much else. Hermione had gone into Hogsmeade the previous weekend with special permission from McGonagall and bought a cream colored straight dress, and Ron had gotten a suit. Pavarti had already agreed to do Hermione's hair. This entire thing was looking like it was going to work out. There was only one problem; Harry hadn't been around outside of classes and Quidditch. He ate fast and was always off somewhere. Hermione was worried. She knew he was no longer mad because when she did see him he was smiling. She just didn't know why.
"Ron, what's up with Harry?" She asked him the Saturday night before their wedding.
"Not sure, he's been acting weird. If I didn't know better I'd say he was in love. Here he comes." He walked into the common room.
"Harry, are you ready for next weekend? I think we have everything set."
"Oh yes! Of course I am. I was wondering if I could bring someone. I'll have to ask her first."
"Oh mate who is she?" Ron was over poking him and laughing.
"Really Harry who is she?" Hermione thought Harry would never be happy again but now he was. She could tell. "Is that where you've been for the past couple of weeks?"
"She is the most amazing, most beautiful, smartest, wonderfulest, funniest girl I've ever met." Ron had moved back over to Hermione.
"I think you're wrong there, mate. I lucked out." He kissed her forehead. She smiled and then stood up and yawned.
"Well I am off to sleep now. Night Harry, night Love." She bent over to kiss Ron.
"Not in public! Not in public," Harry joked.
"Good night."
Hermione slept easy just slightly perplexed by Harry's mystery girl. She would find out in time and she floated off into a deep calm sleep. She hadn't dreamt about Draco since the last time so she just thought it was a fluke, but it happened this night. It wasn't as romantic or exotic as the last. They were just walking through the park, pushing a pram. They were both older. They were discussing life. Everything was calm; there wasn't that impending sense of horror that was in the world now. She was happy again. Little did she know, Draco was once again having the same dream. That week passed in a matter of blinks. Hermione's heart pounded as Friday evening approached. She would be spending the evening preparing in Hogsmeade, she would spend that evening in a room above the Three Broomsticks. It was very much so practiced in the wizarding world that the groom MUST not see the bride for up to 24 hours before the wedding. Hermione took a carriage to Hogsmeade as soon as her last class finished at 1:30.
The rest of her day was already planned out for her. She would be getting a manicure and a pedicure at 2:30 as her gift from the other 7th year girls. She was fitting and altering her dress at 4. Then she was going to meet with Mrs. Weasley for dinner at 6.
There was something about the pampering the solon ladies did that really reminded Hermione she was a girl. It had never slipped her mind, but after your two best friends of the past 7 year have been boys you ten to forget the finer things about being a girl. She had her gown fitted and altered, and then she was off to meet Mrs. Weasley for the night. It was odd, this was the first time she had ever been this nervous about talking to an adult.
"Hermione, dear, over here." Hermione had been walking to the restaurant when Mrs. Weasley spotted her.
"Mrs. Weasley! How are you this evening?" Mrs. Weasley scoffed and jokingly hit Hermione with her hand bag.
"I am positively fine, and you know as well as I that it is 'Mum' from now on." Hermione smiled and some of the tension she was feeling wore away, that is until she saw the prices in the restaurant.
Mrs. Weasley... Mum had the dinner. She had come out because she said she had something to give to Hermione, but Hermione still felt bad, she knew better then anyone not in the family that Mrs. Weasley had saved up for this. A pleasant surprise came with the waiter.
"Miss Granger, we have been informed that it is the night before your nuptials, and we would like to treat you and your guest to dinner."
"Why, thank you, Samuel!"
"Our pleasure, miss, what more can we do for the little lady that has helped thwart He-Who-Mustn't-be-Named many time with Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley?" Hermione had never realized how popular she was. She just took it for granted that her names had been in the papers many times since Voldemort's return and the Ministry Reform.
They ordered and then they were given time to chat. This was done much more so on Mrs. Weasley's part and less so on Hermione's.
"I can't believe my little Ronnikins is going to be married tomorrow and to such a wonderful girl none the less. It really is amazing that Ron, being the youngest, is the first to married. I never expected much out of Fred and George, God bless any woman who would put up with either one of them. Charlie is good looking enough, but he is in that dangerous profession. Don't even get me started on Bill and Nadia; they should have been married years ago. No, instead they have been living together for 4 years, two of which I did not know about. Now they have a baby on the way. My, my, my." She shook her head and as if on cue the food arrived. They chatted a bit while they ate, mostly about Hermione's plans to be a teacher and Ron's to be an Auror, and, of course, they talked about the wedding.
"So every thing's in order for tomorrow?" Hermione swallowed her bite of salad.
"I think so. My dress should be all finished, and Pavarti is coming to do my hair."
"I have something for you." She reached down to her bag, pulled out a box, and handed it to Hermione. "These have been in my family as long as I can remember. Go on open it." Hermione tentatively pulled the twine. She didn't really want any gifts and it was really unnecessary. She lifted the lid and saw the most gorgeous shoes. They were white, or so it seemed. They were simple and cut down to just before the toes, and they had a two inch heel. There was a strap across the instep. The shoes would be extremely plain if it weren't for the stones that crossed the strap and formed a heart on the outside left heel. There was only one problem, they looked a little big.
"Put them on." Mrs. Weasley urged. Hermione's size assessment was right. They were big.
"Oh, Mrs. Wea.."
"Ahem." Hermione giggled.
"Oops, Mum. They are gorgeous, but why are you giving them to me?"
"They were meant to be passed down to my first daughter for her wedding. You are so much like a daughter, and Ginny doesn't know so I want you to have them."
Hermione looked back down at her feet. She gasped. They weren't white anymore, and they weren't big either. Mrs. Weasley chuckled.
"That's what makes them so special. They adjust to match the outfit and adjust to fit the wearer. Oh my! We've been here quite some time and you need your beauty sleep. I'll see you tomorrow, dear." Mrs. Weasley hurried out and was gone by the time Hermione was walking down the street to the Three Broomsticks.
Amazing enough, sleep came easy for Hermione that night. When she awoke, Pavarti and Lavender were already hustling around the room.
"Rise and shine blushing bride, today is the big day." Lavender said with a big smile. "Now, since Pavarti is doing your hair, I decided to help with your make up to get it done sooner, only four hours until the ceremony." Hermione looked at the clock on the wall. At the very top it said 'Wedding Time' the hand was now pointing where the number 7 would have been this part read. 'Wake up and phone Mum'
"I have to telephone my mum and then I am putty in your hands." The girls got all giggly and headed down stairs. Hermione picked up the telephone said something quietly into the receiver and waited.
"Hi Mum, are you and Da almost ready?....Harry said he would pick you up at 10.... Yes, about an hour.... You will travel the Muggle way Mum don't worry. Say, is Da ready?.... Doesn't want to? .... I know he is only joking, doesn't matter I am doing it even if he doesn't give me away." The girls come back in and the hand on the clock moves to where 8 would be 'Primp and Prettify.' "Mum, I've got to go. Love you both, see you really really soon."
"Now sit over hear." Pavarti was giving orders like a drill sergeant. "You are going to have to hold pretty still while I tame this wild mane of yours."
"And you can't flinch or you'll make my job a hell," Lavender added. Hermione smiled. "Hey! none of that." Hermione closed her eyes and let them do what they did. She waved her wand and the radio came on.
"And that was 'You love potions give me hives', by Twendle Frelling. Up next we have a very special song for a very special witch and wizard. We have caught news of some nuptials occurring between two of Hogwarts' very own...." Hermione went white when she heard the announcement. If they heard it it is very possible that the entire wizarding population heard it.
"hey don't do that! I can't blend your color properly!"
The girls must not understand. Hermione started to panick, but the she took some deep breaths and remembered hardly anyone would be there and two of the greatest wizards would be. She didn't voice her panic and let the girls keep going. It was near another hour and a half before they were done. She looked in the mirror and could hardly recognize herself. Her makeup was there but not overly garish, and her hair was all swept back into a bun exploding with ringlets.
She began to tear up, "Oh girls..."
"Don't you cry and ruin those beautiful eyes. You look gorgeous. Let us help you into your dress." Her dress had been sent over that morning. She dropped her bath robe and the girls helped her in and zip it up. She got out her shoes and both girls gasped when they saw them. They were about ready to leave when Pavarti stopped.
"Oh! one more thing. She rushed over to a bow she had brought in with her. She pulled out a veil that almost exactly matched her dress. It was slid in to fit perfectly.
"Oh I love it. I'm off!" Hermione replied with a fervor as the had moved again to 'Time to leave' She arrived in a small room in the chapel. Everythign had gone right not a hair out of place. She peeked around the door to see five people. She didn't find Ron's read head so she walked out.
"Ohhhhhhhh! My baby." Her mother squealed the first one to see her. Every one else rushed down the hall to greet her. They threw comments her way and all had some bit of advice. She looked at them all. Mum, Da, Mrs.& Mr. Weasley, and Harry. Harry's date wasn't around.
"Is the bride hear and ready?" An attendant of the chapel came upstairs. Every one but Da hurried down.
"Dear, your mother and I love you. We love Ron to, you made a good choice and now I must give you away. I love you." Hermione started to tear at her father's message. They made their way downstairs. He led her to the large oak doors an he pushed them open. The processional music began.
I don't own anything, I think EVERY character mentioned so far has been Jo's own aside from Tracy and Nadia. They are just names mainly though, Tracy at least. Have fun with the reading
Chapter 5: Preperation
January passed quickly; classes and the DA kept them occupied. There had been little dark activity, but that just put them all on their guard even more. Hermione and Ron spent most of their time planning the wedding. It was going to be small, just them, Harry, and their parents. They had spent most of their time doing this and not much else. Hermione had gone into Hogsmeade the previous weekend with special permission from McGonagall and bought a cream colored straight dress, and Ron had gotten a suit. Pavarti had already agreed to do Hermione's hair. This entire thing was looking like it was going to work out. There was only one problem; Harry hadn't been around outside of classes and Quidditch. He ate fast and was always off somewhere. Hermione was worried. She knew he was no longer mad because when she did see him he was smiling. She just didn't know why.
"Ron, what's up with Harry?" She asked him the Saturday night before their wedding.
"Not sure, he's been acting weird. If I didn't know better I'd say he was in love. Here he comes." He walked into the common room.
"Harry, are you ready for next weekend? I think we have everything set."
"Oh yes! Of course I am. I was wondering if I could bring someone. I'll have to ask her first."
"Oh mate who is she?" Ron was over poking him and laughing.
"Really Harry who is she?" Hermione thought Harry would never be happy again but now he was. She could tell. "Is that where you've been for the past couple of weeks?"
"She is the most amazing, most beautiful, smartest, wonderfulest, funniest girl I've ever met." Ron had moved back over to Hermione.
"I think you're wrong there, mate. I lucked out." He kissed her forehead. She smiled and then stood up and yawned.
"Well I am off to sleep now. Night Harry, night Love." She bent over to kiss Ron.
"Not in public! Not in public," Harry joked.
"Good night."
Hermione slept easy just slightly perplexed by Harry's mystery girl. She would find out in time and she floated off into a deep calm sleep. She hadn't dreamt about Draco since the last time so she just thought it was a fluke, but it happened this night. It wasn't as romantic or exotic as the last. They were just walking through the park, pushing a pram. They were both older. They were discussing life. Everything was calm; there wasn't that impending sense of horror that was in the world now. She was happy again. Little did she know, Draco was once again having the same dream. That week passed in a matter of blinks. Hermione's heart pounded as Friday evening approached. She would be spending the evening preparing in Hogsmeade, she would spend that evening in a room above the Three Broomsticks. It was very much so practiced in the wizarding world that the groom MUST not see the bride for up to 24 hours before the wedding. Hermione took a carriage to Hogsmeade as soon as her last class finished at 1:30.
The rest of her day was already planned out for her. She would be getting a manicure and a pedicure at 2:30 as her gift from the other 7th year girls. She was fitting and altering her dress at 4. Then she was going to meet with Mrs. Weasley for dinner at 6.
There was something about the pampering the solon ladies did that really reminded Hermione she was a girl. It had never slipped her mind, but after your two best friends of the past 7 year have been boys you ten to forget the finer things about being a girl. She had her gown fitted and altered, and then she was off to meet Mrs. Weasley for the night. It was odd, this was the first time she had ever been this nervous about talking to an adult.
"Hermione, dear, over here." Hermione had been walking to the restaurant when Mrs. Weasley spotted her.
"Mrs. Weasley! How are you this evening?" Mrs. Weasley scoffed and jokingly hit Hermione with her hand bag.
"I am positively fine, and you know as well as I that it is 'Mum' from now on." Hermione smiled and some of the tension she was feeling wore away, that is until she saw the prices in the restaurant.
Mrs. Weasley... Mum had the dinner. She had come out because she said she had something to give to Hermione, but Hermione still felt bad, she knew better then anyone not in the family that Mrs. Weasley had saved up for this. A pleasant surprise came with the waiter.
"Miss Granger, we have been informed that it is the night before your nuptials, and we would like to treat you and your guest to dinner."
"Why, thank you, Samuel!"
"Our pleasure, miss, what more can we do for the little lady that has helped thwart He-Who-Mustn't-be-Named many time with Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley?" Hermione had never realized how popular she was. She just took it for granted that her names had been in the papers many times since Voldemort's return and the Ministry Reform.
They ordered and then they were given time to chat. This was done much more so on Mrs. Weasley's part and less so on Hermione's.
"I can't believe my little Ronnikins is going to be married tomorrow and to such a wonderful girl none the less. It really is amazing that Ron, being the youngest, is the first to married. I never expected much out of Fred and George, God bless any woman who would put up with either one of them. Charlie is good looking enough, but he is in that dangerous profession. Don't even get me started on Bill and Nadia; they should have been married years ago. No, instead they have been living together for 4 years, two of which I did not know about. Now they have a baby on the way. My, my, my." She shook her head and as if on cue the food arrived. They chatted a bit while they ate, mostly about Hermione's plans to be a teacher and Ron's to be an Auror, and, of course, they talked about the wedding.
"So every thing's in order for tomorrow?" Hermione swallowed her bite of salad.
"I think so. My dress should be all finished, and Pavarti is coming to do my hair."
"I have something for you." She reached down to her bag, pulled out a box, and handed it to Hermione. "These have been in my family as long as I can remember. Go on open it." Hermione tentatively pulled the twine. She didn't really want any gifts and it was really unnecessary. She lifted the lid and saw the most gorgeous shoes. They were white, or so it seemed. They were simple and cut down to just before the toes, and they had a two inch heel. There was a strap across the instep. The shoes would be extremely plain if it weren't for the stones that crossed the strap and formed a heart on the outside left heel. There was only one problem, they looked a little big.
"Put them on." Mrs. Weasley urged. Hermione's size assessment was right. They were big.
"Oh, Mrs. Wea.."
"Ahem." Hermione giggled.
"Oops, Mum. They are gorgeous, but why are you giving them to me?"
"They were meant to be passed down to my first daughter for her wedding. You are so much like a daughter, and Ginny doesn't know so I want you to have them."
Hermione looked back down at her feet. She gasped. They weren't white anymore, and they weren't big either. Mrs. Weasley chuckled.
"That's what makes them so special. They adjust to match the outfit and adjust to fit the wearer. Oh my! We've been here quite some time and you need your beauty sleep. I'll see you tomorrow, dear." Mrs. Weasley hurried out and was gone by the time Hermione was walking down the street to the Three Broomsticks.
Amazing enough, sleep came easy for Hermione that night. When she awoke, Pavarti and Lavender were already hustling around the room.
"Rise and shine blushing bride, today is the big day." Lavender said with a big smile. "Now, since Pavarti is doing your hair, I decided to help with your make up to get it done sooner, only four hours until the ceremony." Hermione looked at the clock on the wall. At the very top it said 'Wedding Time' the hand was now pointing where the number 7 would have been this part read. 'Wake up and phone Mum'
"I have to telephone my mum and then I am putty in your hands." The girls got all giggly and headed down stairs. Hermione picked up the telephone said something quietly into the receiver and waited.
"Hi Mum, are you and Da almost ready?....Harry said he would pick you up at 10.... Yes, about an hour.... You will travel the Muggle way Mum don't worry. Say, is Da ready?.... Doesn't want to? .... I know he is only joking, doesn't matter I am doing it even if he doesn't give me away." The girls come back in and the hand on the clock moves to where 8 would be 'Primp and Prettify.' "Mum, I've got to go. Love you both, see you really really soon."
"Now sit over hear." Pavarti was giving orders like a drill sergeant. "You are going to have to hold pretty still while I tame this wild mane of yours."
"And you can't flinch or you'll make my job a hell," Lavender added. Hermione smiled. "Hey! none of that." Hermione closed her eyes and let them do what they did. She waved her wand and the radio came on.
"And that was 'You love potions give me hives', by Twendle Frelling. Up next we have a very special song for a very special witch and wizard. We have caught news of some nuptials occurring between two of Hogwarts' very own...." Hermione went white when she heard the announcement. If they heard it it is very possible that the entire wizarding population heard it.
"hey don't do that! I can't blend your color properly!"
The girls must not understand. Hermione started to panick, but the she took some deep breaths and remembered hardly anyone would be there and two of the greatest wizards would be. She didn't voice her panic and let the girls keep going. It was near another hour and a half before they were done. She looked in the mirror and could hardly recognize herself. Her makeup was there but not overly garish, and her hair was all swept back into a bun exploding with ringlets.
She began to tear up, "Oh girls..."
"Don't you cry and ruin those beautiful eyes. You look gorgeous. Let us help you into your dress." Her dress had been sent over that morning. She dropped her bath robe and the girls helped her in and zip it up. She got out her shoes and both girls gasped when they saw them. They were about ready to leave when Pavarti stopped.
"Oh! one more thing. She rushed over to a bow she had brought in with her. She pulled out a veil that almost exactly matched her dress. It was slid in to fit perfectly.
"Oh I love it. I'm off!" Hermione replied with a fervor as the had moved again to 'Time to leave' She arrived in a small room in the chapel. Everythign had gone right not a hair out of place. She peeked around the door to see five people. She didn't find Ron's read head so she walked out.
"Ohhhhhhhh! My baby." Her mother squealed the first one to see her. Every one else rushed down the hall to greet her. They threw comments her way and all had some bit of advice. She looked at them all. Mum, Da, Mrs.& Mr. Weasley, and Harry. Harry's date wasn't around.
"Is the bride hear and ready?" An attendant of the chapel came upstairs. Every one but Da hurried down.
"Dear, your mother and I love you. We love Ron to, you made a good choice and now I must give you away. I love you." Hermione started to tear at her father's message. They made their way downstairs. He led her to the large oak doors an he pushed them open. The processional music began.