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Even though I had insulted the bride-to-be, I grudgingly took part in the wedding preparations. The ceremony was supposed to be held the next day, and hardly anything was ready. The Weasley kitchen was chaos.

Evelyn had left right after our spat at breakfast to go get the final measurements for her wedding dress, much to everyone's glee.

Ginny was savagely shoving a white rose into a vase, strands coming loose from the untidy knot at her nape. I walked over to her, carrying a small arrangement of red roses. "Is something bothering you?" I asked.

She looked at me, fire in her eyes. "Yes, something is bothering me" she snapped. "I'm arranging these flowers for a wedding that shouldn't even be taking place!"

I paused for a moment as Ginny pushed away the vase and reached for another. "Maybe they love each other," I said simply.

Ginny turned on me, hands on her hips. "Love? Evelyn does not feel love for my brother. You feel love for me brother. She feels lust." She went back to the flowers, muttering something about wrongful marriages under her breath.

Ginny wasn't the only one in a foul mood. Mrs. Weasley was boiling over the edge before she finally yelled at Ron and Harry to get somewhere, preferably to get fitted for their tuxes, which they hadn't done yet.

On top of the preparations, there was the fact that the Weasley clan was due to arrive within the hour. And it wasn't just the Weasleys. There would be Dean, Luna, Neville, Seamus, and Lavender.

Mrs. Weasley bustled over to me. "Oh, Hermione! You are my angel right now! I need you to do me a favor."

I frowned. "Uh, sure."

"Alright," she said, smoothing back her unkempt hair and reaching in her apron pocket for a piece of parchment and quill. "This is a list of the guest and next to that is a list of the rooms we have available. Now, Ron will be staying in his room and Ginny and Harry will be staying in Ginny's room. Unfortunately, we have to give your room to somebody so you will be staying with Ron, will that be a problem dear?"

I stared at Mrs. Weasley as if she had just gone insane. I had to sleep in a room...with him?" Uh...er...no" I stammered. This was a disaster, a complete and total disaster.

"That's good then!" Mrs. Weasley smiled. "Anyways, back to the favor. I need you to draw up a list of people who will be staying in certain rooms. Try if you can to keep the families together, it'd be a lot more simpler."

"Sure, I can do that."

"Thank you dear. Now, if you don't mind...I have to go help Ginny." She set off across the kitchen and was soon bickering with Ginny about the flower arrangements.

I stalked into the living room and curled onto the couch, looking at the parchment. There were so many people; it was going to be difficult to place them all.

After about an hour of complete and total confusion, ink spills and unfortunate mixing up, I had the list drawn. Mrs. Weasley came in to check on me with a tray of biscuits and tea.

"Are you all done, dear?" she asked kindly as she placed the tray on the table. I nodded and took a sip of tea.

"Would you like me to read it to you?" I asked.

"Yes, please" Mrs. Weasley replied as she helped herself to a biscuit.

"All right then. Percy, Penelope and Percival Jr. will be staying in his room. Fred, Angelina, George and Katie will be staying in the twins' room. Bill, Charlie and their two wives will be staying in Bill's room. Harry and Ginny will be stuck with Bill's child. Dean, Neville and Luna will be staying in Charlie's room. And Seamus, Lavender and their baby will be in the guest room." I took a deep breath after I had explained everything.

Mrs. Weasley beamed. "My, my, Hermione! You've certainly thought this over. So, why is there no one else bunking with you and Ron?"

I frowned, glancing back down at the list. "I decided since it would be Ron's wedding and all, he doesn't need a bunch of people sharing a room with him and causing his nerves to go haywire," I explained confidently.

I actually hadn't decided that. I really had no actual reason why I had just left Ron alone with me in his room. I guess I had just forgotten about it and just let it be.

"Well, dear, thank you for taking care of this for me. Would you mind if you and Ginny were in charge of making the beds and such? Nobody has stayed in this house for so long that I dread to actually see what the rooms look like. Would it be too much of a hassle?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Oh, no, I'd be happy to do that."

Mrs. Weasley stood and gave me a firm hug. "The sheets and such are in the closets on each floor. You may want to start with Bill's room, it'd probably be easier to work your way down."

She bustled off into the kitchen. I was about to walk up the stairs but changed my mind. I would have to do a lot of running around and frankly, if I was able, there was no reason why I had to go up the stairs. Instead, I apparated.

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That night I lay on the cot in Ron's bedroom, staring through the dark at the ceiling. Ron wasn't in the room yet; he had gone out with the guys for a few drinks at The Leaky Cauldron.

I had gone to bed early, much to everyone's protests. They wanted me to stay up and celebrate with the rest of the Weasley clan and Hogwarts friends. I declined and said that I was tired, which was a lie. I had been hoping to go to sleep before Ron came back, something that seemed near impossible.

I had been lying like that for nearly an hour, just staring at the darkened orange ceiling. There was an occasional shout of excitement from downstairs but it usually quieted down quickly, mainly because the children were all in bed.

I turned my head slightly as the door opened and a figure slipped through the crack, closing the door behind him. It was undoubtedly Ron. No one else would be in his room tonight. He moved towards his chest of drawers as I watched him carefully.

He didn't seem to realize I was there or was just ignoring me. I was assuming it was the latter. As he pulled out a pair of pajama pants from the drawer, my breath caught. I suddenly realized that he was about to change, in that room, in front of me.

I guess he heard my gasp because he quickly magicked a candle so that the room was dancing in its light. He looked at me and our eyes locked.

His blue eyes searched my own and I realized then that he had so much pain buried deep inside him, but he wasn't allowing anyone to find it out. As I gazed into his eyes, I was reminded of Anna...and that jerked me out of the insane soul searching game.

"Um...I'm sorry. I came to bed early and...well, I'll just wait outside you can, you know, well...change" I stammered.

Ron cocked an eyebrow. "Uh, it's okay Hermione. As long as you don't look, you don't have to leave and we'll be completely fine."

I tensed but turned so that I was facing the wall. I heard him remove his clothing and then pull on the pants. I didn't turn back around until the candle had been extinguished and I knew for certain that he was underneath the covers.

Silence filled the room as I lay there, staring into the darkness once again. It was difficult to be in the same room with him, without a distraction.

"Why did you come back Hermione?" Ron spoke out into the dark.

"What do you mean?" I shifted onto my back, returning to staring at the ceiling.

"You left for almost six years, why would you come back after all that time?"

"I told you, for your wedding."

There was silence again. "I didn't think you'd ever come back after that night."

I tensed, my hands clenching the sheets. "It was just an honest mistake."

"Is that what you think of it as?"

"What do you think of it as?"

Again, silence. This conversation topic was something I really would rather not discuss, especially with the man whom I had slept with.

"I guess it was a mistake" he finally replied. I swallowed hard, hoping my tears wouldn't overflow. My wish wasn't granted as a tear spilled onto my cheek and made a race for the pillow.

"Goodnight Ron" I said hoarsely.

"Night 'Mione."

I choked back a sob and buried my head in my pillow, praying for a better day.

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