Author's Note: I am expecting reviews of this chapter to question my personification of Hermione. Well, as you all are aware, Hermione has always been the uptight nerd, basically. She never had quite as much fun as she wanted nor did things go her way all that much. So, I'm going to be stereotypical and make her very anal about every little detail of her wedding. She is based on my psychotic aunt, who is scarily like Hermione. I just wanted to clear that up. On with chapter two!

:*: 2 – An Introduction to Wedding Dementia :*:

"What do you think of these colors, Fred?" Hermione asked me, yet again, as I was trying to eat my cereal (My culinary skills have really improved, I know).

"Er…" I said. "Sure."

"I mean for the bridesmaid gowns," Hermione sighed. "I'm trying to find something that goes with fiery red hair, light brown, blonde and medium brown with rainbow streaks."

"Huh?" I asked.

"Ginny, obviously," Hermione explained. "Then a few of my old friends from pre-Hogwart's."

"Ah," I said wisely. "The Muggle Years."

"Shut up," she said. "But do you think this would work?"

She was holding some swatches of colors. One was a medium purple that would work and the other was a leaf green.

"The green reminds me of Slytherin," I observed, going back to my cereal.

Hermione's mouth opened wide. "I didn't even think of that. Oh, that would be embarrassing. But I guess I shouldn't choose colors now. I mean, the season our wedding is in will determine the color scheme, right?"

"Sure." Crunch, munch, munch.

"Fred!" Hermione said, exasperatedly. "You don't even seem to care."

"I'm sorry," I responded. "But I'm not good at all of this. I think my only job should be just… you know… showing up."

"Speaking of season's, we need to set a date," Hermione said.

"We were talking about season's?" I asked, which was mistake. Hermione gave me one of her worst looks and I conceded. "Fine! How about spring. Say… April or something." Munch, crunch, munch.

"Oh," Hermione said, frowning. "It rains a lot in April."

"We could have it indoor," I suggested. Seeing Hermione's face, I realized she didn't want it indoors. "But remember, a majority of the guests coming are going to be magical. I'm sure there are some spells we could cast to keep the skies clear on that day."

Hermione's face lit up and she clapped her hands together. "Wonderful." She conjured her little calendar book and consulted what I assume to be the month of April. "How about the fourteenth?"

I shrugged and Hermione hugged me. "Great." She kissed me. "I'll go owl Mum right now. She's going to be so happy!"

She ran off and I rolled my eyes. I checked my watch – I was meeting George, Oliver, Lee, Ron and Harry today for a game of Quidditch.

"Hermione," I called. "I'm leaving."

"Have fun," Hermione appeared in the kitchen again. "What time will you be back?"

"Around three, I guess," I said.

"Remember, we – "

"Have dinner with your parents," I finished her sentence. "I know." She only had been reminding me fifty billion times in the last two days.

I kissed Hermione good-bye, then Apparated to the designated meeting place. To clarify, Hermione had moved in right after she graduated from Hogwart's. She took George's room when he moved to Italy with his girlfriend, Miranda. He came home almost every weekend to see us all. Miranda occasionally came with him. She was nice. Almost the complete opposite of Hermione, but still nice.

"Hullo," I said to George, Lee and Ron who had already assembled.

"Hey," Ron and Lee said.

"Bongiorno!" George exclaimed. He's been speaking Italian every chance he gets. Of course, he rarely knows what he's saying.

"How long have you been waiting?" I asked.

"For ever," Lee said. "I could've sworn we said ten and not eleven."

"Why didn't you just leave, then?" I asked.

"Because I was afraid if I did," Lee explained. "That when I left, you guys would show up. Yes, you don't have to say it, Fred. It was dumb."

"How's Hermione?" Ron asked.

"Insane," I responded, causing the three of them to laugh. "She has what I have dubbed, 'Wedding Dementia.' Everything she sees or hears reminds her that we're getting married. She just falls short of seeing a piece of trash and saying, 'Oh, Fred, wouldn't that balled up piece of trash make a beautiful centerpiece?'"

The guys laughed and Harry showed up – he looked a little disheveled.

"Sorry, guys," he said as he walked up to us. "I was over at Ginny's and we kind of…" he trailed off and looked at George, Ron and I. "…did something I probably shouldn't be talking about in front of three of her brothers."

"Smart move, Potter," I said, causing him to laugh an awkward laugh.

"She's also been fishing for a proposal," Harry said. "Dammit, Fred, you screwed me over."

"Me too," George piped up. "Miranda herself doesn't care, but I've got the feeling her parents are more than eager for me to propose."

"So do it," I said to both Harry and George. "Then we'd all be engaged… well, except for Ron here."

"Shut up, you git," Ron said. "I'll find somebody."

"As long as Malfoy doesn't find her first," Harry said.

"Shut up with that!" Ron yelled.

Harry laughed. "But it's just so funny. Melissa cheated on you… with Malfoy. It's hilarious!"

Ron's eyes narrowed. "Fine, fine. Ha, ha. My romance life is a joke. Let's just play."

"Oliver hasn't arrived yet." I glanced around.

"So you guys just won't have a keeper then. Damn," Ron said to me sarcastically, getting on his broom and flying up into the air.

As if on cue, Oliver Wood Apparated in right next to George causing him (George) to jump about five feet into the air. As the rest of us were doubling over in fits of laughter, George glowered at us and joined Ron up in the air. It took a few moments for all of us to calm down, but soon enough, Harry, Lee, Oliver and I were up in the air.

We play Quidditch in a small grove of trees just outside of London. It's got nice, tall trees surrounding an even nicer open patch. We have to charm our brooms to not fly higher than about fifteen feet, and we can't use real Bludgers or a real Snitch. We use fake ones that are also charmed. It's kind of pointless and the exhilaration level is no where near the same as a real game, but it's still a lot of fun.

This time, it was Ron, Lee and George against Harry, Oliver and I. Kind of not fair considering my team, all three of us had played Quidditch at Hogwart's and only two thirds of George's team had.

We were just about to get the game underway when suddenly something started beeping.

"What the Hell is that?" Lee called.

"It's coming from Fred!" Harry yelled.

I began to look – quite frantically, I might add. "Ah! I'm a bomb! I'm gonna blow!"

The sad part is, I was serious.

"Fred!" George yelled. "Stay still! Don't move!"

I froze. I'm sorry, but I didn't fancy blowing up any time soon.

Everyone slowly made their way over to me, also afraid I would combust. Finally, Ron got over to me first and started picking around trying to find why I was beeping. Suddenly, he yelled and flew away.

"It's a little black box!" he screamed. "It's beeping! My brother's going to die!"

I inspected the area that Ron was just in – my left hip – and found the little black box in question.

"Ron," I said, laughing. "Calm down. It's my… my thing. Hermione bought it for me. It's a locator thing. She dials an number in the fellytone and this thing beeps."

"A pager?" Harry asked. I nodded.

"That's it!" I exclaimed. "Well, I've got to go. Hermione bought it for me in case there was an emergency. Probably didn't get the right reception hall or something. Oh! Yeah, our wedding is on April fourteenth. Bye."

I flew back to the ground and Apparated home where Hermione was waiting for me.

"You paged?" I asked. Hermione ran up to me and threw her arms around me.

"Mum just called," she sobbed.

"Is anything a matter?" I asked, concern laced through my voice.

"Yes," Hermione sniffed. "She went up to the attic to get my Grandmother's wedding gown – the one I had intended on wearing at our wedding – and she couldn't find the trunk it was kept in. And when she asked Dad, he said that was the trunk he had sold at the Yard Sale they recently had. I really wanted to wear that dress, Fred."

That's all Hermione had talked about lately, actually. How her grandmother had this dress and how Hermione was so looking forward to walking down the aisle in it. Every time we talked about the wedding, and even when we didn't, Hermione mentioned something about it. This was a big deal and even I knew it. And that's saying something.

"Oh, Hermione," I said, stroking her hair. "It'll be okay." I knew that it wasn't the most reassuring thing I could say, but it was all I could come up with.

I just hugged Hermione and then, after an appropriate amount of silence, I pulled away and said, "Hey! Now you can wear that sexy white number I saw in Diagon Alley a few days ago."

Hermione laughed, and I knew everything would work out fine.

"Thinking about it however, I don't think I should wear white," Hermione said, shocking me.

"Why?"

Hermione just gave me a look and said, "Guess." I looked blank and she added, "We live together, for God's Sake. I don't think people, even our parents, are naïve enough to think I could wear white."

I nodded a proud, manly nod. "True."

"You can't even keep the smugness down, can you?" she jested.

I laughed, picked her up and swung her around. "Not when I'm bedding, and marrying, the most beautiful woman in the world!"

Hermione squealed with laughter as I spun and she said, "It's nice to know where your priorities lie."

"Well," I said reasonably. "I am a young guy. It's what we do."

Hermione laughed again. I love making Hermione laugh. It's a crude description, but it sounds kind of like a mix of a songbird and a crow – loud and kind of obnoxious, but actually really unique and beautiful. God, when Hermione reads this she's going to whap me upside the head with the paper.

"So," Hermione said. "Dinner."

"This is one of those things that I have to get dressed up for, huh?"

"Yes."

"Damn."

"Not dressy," Hermione corrected. "I don't want you showing up in a tuxedo or something. I'm just expecting, as are my parents, a nice, clean pair of khakis and a button down shirt."

I nodded and retreated into my room to find clothing. Considering it's all balled up in my closet, I had a little difficulty. But after a thorough search and a handy anti-wrinkling charm, I was looking pretty spiffy, I must say.

"I feel like I'm going to a job interview," I said, pulling at my shirt.

"Well," Hermione said. "In a way, you are."

"How so?" I asked, looking at Hermione skeptically.

"Did I mention that my grandparents are going to be there tonight?" Hermione asked. I gaped. "Or the rest of my family – including aunts, uncles and cousins."

"What?" My voice was flat.

"And that they aren't aware of our marriage?" Hermione asked. "And that you'll be telling them tonight?"

"Me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

Hermione shrugged.

"You're afraid too, huh?" I asked, smirking. Hermione looked away. "Ah ha! You are afraid of your parents, too!"

"You're afraid of your mum and dad?"

"Hell yes!" I said. "All the Howlers and insane Muggle obsession. Quite frightening, really."

Hermione laughed and got up. "I'm going into change. Perhaps you would like to as well?"

I shrugged. Then, realizing what she was insinuating (at this moment, I must say I am very happy Hermione's mum and dad don't read the Daily Prophet. Although… mine do… Oh well!), and I sprung up out my seat, followed Hermione into her bedroom and slammed the door behind me.

Author's Note: Do not fret, my lovely readers. This is a PG-13 story. It will only allude to such activities and never outright say them. They are mature adults in this story and I think it naïve if we assumed they would be completely chaste… especially Freddie boy. Anyways, now is the time to thank my lovely reviewers. I'm actually going to thank all of you this time, so yeah. Also, if you review this time, could you let me know of a REALLY good story on this site? Any couplings as long as it is well written and has a nice plot. I'm in desperate need for some new, good stories so let me know!

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