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The next morning I woke up filled with dread. I got up from bed, realizing that Ron had already departed, probably to go pick up the tuxes with Harry. I heard a large commotion downstairs as I headed for the shower, undoubtedly caused by the many guests at The Burrow.

After a quick shower, I dressed and did my hair. Thankfully, no signs of my late night hysterics had remained on my face. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the people I would encounter before making my way downstairs.

I arrived in the living room just as Fred and George set a wizard cracker off. It exploded into a thousand gold stars with a loud BANG.

Mrs. Weasley appeared almost immediately in the doorway, hands on her hips. "BOTH OF YOU GO OUTSIDE NOW! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO USE YOUR JOKES IN MY HOUSEHOLD?" She thundered.

"Mum, we were just being festive," complained Fred.

"In honor of the big occasion and all!" piped in George.

Mrs. Weasley glowered at them, finger pointing towards the door. The laughed cheerily as they passed her, each giving her a kiss on the cheek before making their way out into the backyard. She noticed me after they had left.

"Ah, good morning Hermione. They've been driving me insane all morning. For the life of me, I still can't understand how grown men can still be interested in jokes." She shook her head as she walked back into the kitchen, beckoning for me to follow her. "Well dear, you can help Ginny set the tables for the reception outdoors, it'll give you a breath of fresh air" she said, motioning to where Ginny was stuffing cutlery and plates into a basket.

The rest of the women were busy in the kitchen as well. Mrs. Weasley was like the mother hen, watching over them all while cooking up a storm. Angelina and Katie were finishing up the flower arrangements, whereas Charlie's and Bill's wives, along with Luna, were twisting flowers around the alter that would be carried outdoors for the ceremony.

I followed Ginny outside, grabbing a basket from her. We each went to a respective table once we reached the reception tent. The round tables had already had white tablecloths draped over them with candles and small arrangements of red roses placed upon them.

As I began to set one of the tables with four places, I was thankful that Ginny seemed to be in a better mood than yesterday. Forks and knives would hurt a lot more than flowers. She still didn't seem to be all too happy about setting up the tables for the reception. Her shoulders were tense and movements were jerky.

I walked over to her and grabbed a knife from her hand. She glared at me. "What exactly do you think you're doing?" She demanded angrily.

"Saving the tablecloth from your ruthlessness" I smirked. She had just been about to stab it with the knife.

Ginny sighed and pushed back her hair from her face. "It's just so hard Hermione!"

I stared at her blankly. I had no idea why this wedding would be hard on Ginny. It was her brother, getting married to a woman, an idiotic one at that, I thought bitterly.

"Oh! Oh Hermione, I'm so sorry!" She gasped. I frowned and gave her a questioning glance. "I forgot how hard this must be for you! Oh, I'm being so selfish. Are you sure you want to prepare this? Because you know if you don't want to then..."

"I'm fine Ginny," I said forcefully. She shut up as her eyes traveled somewhere in the distance. "What are you looking at?" I turned around to see what had gotten her attention.

Evelyn stood in the window of Mr. And Mrs. Weasley's bedroom, already in her beautiful wedding dress. She stood there as if she were the most powerful witch in the world as Lavender made minor adjustments to her dress in the back. A smirk of satisfaction graced Evelyn's face.

"I cannot believe how stupid my brother can be!" Ginny huffed, bringing me back to the present. We stopped looking up at the window and began to set another table together.

"Maybe he's just blinded by love."

"LOVE?" Ginny shrieked, straightening up and brandishing a butter knife at me.

"Ginny, watch where your putting that thing," I said, putting my hands up slightly.

"I already told you Hermione, that little...ugh! I don't even know what to call her because every name I can thing of is still too nice! Okay, that...that, thing," she said the word as though it were the foulest thing in the world, "does not, I repeat, does not deserve my brother!"

I put my hand on hers, making her lower the knife. I reached over and set a plate on the table. "Maybe she doesn't deserve him but Ron must love her if he's getting married to her." I was saying most of this, not for Ginny's sake, but just to talk myself into the logical fact of this wedding. And to push away the feelings for Ron that kept surfacing.

"Ron does not love her. He loves you. And you both are too stupid to realize it. When you do, please get back to me because I would really love to know about it, as would the rest of the guests, considering the fact that they all know this wedding is a mistake," she spat out bitterly.

Before I could even make a sound she had grabbed her basket and stalked off to the other edge of the reception area. I groaned and plopped into a chair, putting my head in my hands. This was going to be a long day.

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I sat in the second row, twiddling my thumbs. All the guests had been moved outside, and were now all sitting in their respective seats, waiting for the wedding to start. I looked over as Ginny pressed my hands into my lap. I frowned, before starting to pick at the skirt of my dress.

Ron stood nervously at the alter, shifting from foot to foot. Harry was behind him, a grimace on his face as he continued to make a fist with his right hand. The minister, an elderly wizard, was clearing his throat boredly as everyone waited for the bride to appear.

Finally, the orchestra struck the first chord of the wedding march. Everyone turned in their seats to watch as the bridal party made their way down the aisle. The flower girl drew laughter from the crowd as she daintily dropped flower petals on the runway. The bridesmaids, all dressed in expensive rose-colored dresses, came next, each looking like a duplicate of Evelyn. I realized they were her sisters, the three of them.

Finally, Evelyn appeared. A balding wizard, who, despite his age, still drew appreciative glances from the older woman in the audience, led her. Evelyn looked stunning, with a long train that never seemed to really end. There was a smug, yet sophisticated, look about her that made me cringe inwardly.

I blinked back tears. That should be me walking down the aisle, I thought bitterly.

Finally she had reached the alter and clasped Ron's hands within her own. He didn't seem as impressed as the other men in the audience of her stunning appearance.

The minister began. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to join this wizard and witch in matrimony." He paused. I fidgeted.

"Ronald Billius Weasley, will you take Evelyn Genevieve Parker to be your wedded wife? Will you love her, honor her, and keep her in sickness and in health until death do you part?"

I held my breath.

"I do."

The tears began to flow down my cheeks.

"And Evelyn Genevieve Parker, will you take Ronald Billius Weasley to be your wedded husband? Will you love him, honor him, and keep him in sickness and in health until death do you part?"

Evelyn offered a sickly sweet smile. "I do."

The minister paused before looking out over the guests that had assembled. "If anybody shows just cause of why they may not be joined together in matrimony, speak now or forever hold you peace."

A silence rested upon the guests. There were many people who didn't want this wedding to happen, but they weren't about to stop it. Ginny glanced at me, frowning. I wiped away the tears from my eyes.

"By the power vested in me, I pronounce you..."

Ginny stood up, knocking back her chair. "I have an objection!" She announced proudly.

I watched her, stunned. She took a deep breath and pretended that over a hundred people weren't watching her, a few of which were ready to curse her into oblivion.

Ron turned and looked at Harry, obviously thinking that he had something to do with this. Harry just shrugged and looked at Ginny with everyone else. Evelyn was shooting daggers at the redheaded witch. If looks could kill, Ginny would most indefinitely be dead at that moment.

"And why do you think this wizard and this witch should not be joined?" the minister asked.

"Because, frankly, I really don't think that my brother actually really does lo..."

"And that's all for today!" I announced, having standing up and clapping a hand over Ginny's mouth. I cast an apologetic glance at the guests, including the wedding party. "She...uh...drank a bit before the wedding. She was nervous for her brother's big day." I forced a smile as Ginny bit on my hand, wriggling underneath my grip. "So, yeah...so can just continue on with the wedding, I think she's done now." I pushed Ginny back into her seat and held her there.

Ron gave us another curious glance before returning his gaze at Evelyn. Evelyn looked slightly ruffled but pretended as if nothing had just happened.

"Exactly what the hell were you doing?" I whispered fiercely.

Ginny glared at me. "Well, it wasn't as if you were saying anything!"

"I'm not about to stop this wedding!"

"If you want, I could have always went with my plan to step on her train and make her fall flat on her face" Ginny said sarcastically.

I giggled before realizing that the entire first row was looking at us disapprovingly. The wedding had stopped again and everyone was yet again looking at us. "You know what? I think I'll just bring Ginny inside until the wedding's over" I announced. Grabbing Ginny's arm, I led her down the aisle and back to The Burrow.

Once inside, Ginny wrenched her arm from my grasp. She was breathing heavy, as if I had just done a terrible crime.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"YOU JUST LET THEM GET MARRIED!" she shrieked.

"What was I supposed to do?" I kept my calm; it wouldn't be good if the wedding were stopped again because they could hear us, inside the house. Even though I really wouldn't mind if the wedding was stopped...

"Hermione you're hopeless!" Ginny said with annoyance as she began to pace the length of the kitchen. "You just let the man you love get married to a woman he doesn't love!"

"But he does love her!"

"NO HE DOESN'T!" She yelled at me. Drawing a deep breath, she continued more steadily. "He doesn't love her and he never will. Get that through your damn head." She shook her head slightly and walked back outside. I stood there, dumbstruck.

This wasn't how this day was supposed to go. I wasn't supposed to feel like this. Those feelings had vanished, or so I had thought, long ago. He wasn't my Ron anymore, he was her Ron.

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"Everyone listen up! It's time for the bride's toast!"

I jerked out of my reverie and looked around. I was sharing a table with Ginny, Neville and Luna. Mr. Weasley sat down and beamed up at his new daughter-in-law as she stood.

I cringed as Evelyn flashed a beaming smile around at the audience. She smoothed out her dress and tossed her head so that the flowing locks of hair bounced freely. Her eyes looked out over the crowd before resting on me. A smirk replaced her smile as she opened her mouth to begin her speech.

"Thank you Mr. Weasley" she was still looking at me, her voice oozing with sweetness. "I cannot believe it's taken over seven years to actually become married!" This statement drew a laugh from the audience. "But, of course, I knew that Ronnie just wanted to take his time," she traced a finger along Ron's cheekbone. This movement would look to most as a loving display of affection; to me, it was puke-worthy. "I knew that even though there was a woman that came in the picture at a time, that my dear Ronnie would never stray," she kept her eyes glued on mine. I returned the stare just as intensely. "You see, he loves me, he's only ever loved me, and he would never abandon me to sleep with such a..." she paused, flashing a bright smile to the rest of the crowd. "Well, I guess all we could call her was an intruder. Anyways, this is the best day of my life because, I have just been married to the best man in the whole entire world, and, this day signifies that no one will ever be able to take my Ronnie away. Ever."

There was a stunned silence for a minute before her father started the applause. Everyone except for Ginny and I joined in. Ginny was clenching the tablecloth in her fists, ready to launch herself at the new bride.

Mr. Weasley stood again, addressing the party, "well, then, with that out of the way, let's start the music!" he made a motion for the orchestra to begin and sat down again. I listened attentively as the music began to play.

I watched as Evelyn half-dragged Ron out to the dance floor. He didn't seem to be enjoying himself, but that was probably my imagination. You know she was talking about you, a nagging voice broke into my thoughts, you're nothing but an intruder. Why are you even here? Go home.

I stood abruptly, causing Ginny to look at me with concern. "Where are you going Herms?"

"Uh...yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. You know, I just...I'm tired" I lied quickly, on the verge of tears. She stood up and placed her hand on my arm.

"Are you sure Herms? I'll come with you..."

"No. No, I'll be fine. I just really need some sleep. You enjoy yourself." I turned, starting to retreat towards The Burrow before Ginny grabbed my arm, causing me to turn to face her.

"I could always still step on her train."

I cracked a smile and shook my head. "Thanks, Ginny. But, you know what? I think it's time to rid myself of Ronald Weasley. Tomorrow I'll be leaving...and I won't be coming back." I turned around and walked away.

Hey guys! I really hope you like this...I gave you guys two chapters!!! lol. And the wedding...well...I was a bit nervous to post it to tell ya the truth, lol. hides. Anyways, it's not over so don't worry!!! lol. Like you actually would...anyways, review it so I know how I did