It's Not Like You'll Marry Me!

Chapter 3: A Weasley Catastrophe

Author's Note: Yes! Finally I am free of the three billion projects!

Ron flipped through the pages in his photo album. This was his special album, the one with all his pictures from school. It went from his first year pictures in the front all the way to seventh year. He stopped on a picture of him and Harry in the middle of first year. "Bloody hell, I was never that tiny." He muttered, and moved on.

As he flipped through the album, he noticed that as the album went on, he and Hermione got closer. True, they had become greater friends, but he noticed that there was always something more than that. Something that made their relationship different than the relationship they had with Harry. Something greater was always there, always dictated the way they were around each other.

As he flipped through the album, he came upon the pictures from seventh year when he and Hermione finally started going out. There were cute little pictures of him and her flirting, occasionally kissing on the cheek, there was the one that Harry snuck up on them and took while they were snogging (One Ron would make sure Mrs. Weasley would never see.) but they were always happy. Always laughing. Nothing could have possibly broken them apart.

Until now.

Ron sighed. I was finally going to propose, and she broke up with me. Why does this have to happen to me? Why?

He heard the apartment door being opened and then shut. A second later Harry walked into the room. "What are you doing?" He asked. "For the past three days, I've come home and you're always here! "

"Of course I'm here!" Ron said. "While you are at your Auror Training, I sit here, waiting for Quidditch season to start up again!"

"I meant why are you moping around here all the time? Go out; get some fresh air or something."

Ron gave him a cold look. "I'd like to see how you'd do if your girlfriend broke up with you."

"I thought we had established that Hermione did not brake up with you. I thought that this was just a break."

"Break, break up, same thing! She still means its over!"

Harry sighed, then went into the kitchen. He came back into Ron's room with two bottles of firewhisky. "You can have one. Ron. Just one. I don't want to get the rest of the potion out again."

Ron rubbed his forehead. "Yeah, yeah I hear ya. I swear I still have that headache."

They had just opened the booze when Pigwidgon came flying through the window. "Pig!" Ron said. "What are you doing here? I thought I left you at home!"

"Trying to feed him to Crookshanks more like." Harry said.

Ron glared at Harry. "I told you, that was an accident!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, Ron."

"Anyway, I can't keep him here, muggles are bound to notice a hyper fuzzball flying around our apartment."

"Hey, what's that letter?" Harry asked.

Ron then noticed an envelope tied to the 'fuzzball's' leg. He took it off and opened it. He stared for a few minutes and then looked at Harry with a dazed look on his face. "It's…it's from Mum…" He handed it over to Harry. Harry put down his firewhisky bottle and looked at it.

Dear Ron,

Well, you can thank your two prats of brothers for this letter. They used a new piece of merchandise to eavesdrop on you and Harry. Well, when they found out…they were shocked, but they sent your father and I right away. I can tell their excited, but…anyway, let me cut to the chase, we know.

Ron, we know you and Hermione have been dating for two years now, but I cannot believe you are thinking of marriage already. Getting married is a big responsibility Ron. You are 20, and Hermione is still 19. I know she'll be 20 in two months, but that is beyond the point. You two are young, and perhaps you should think about these things before you go and do them.

Seriously Ron, when you get married, you have to have a home of your own. You have to promise not to fight about the little things anymore. And when you get married, it is FOREVER. You can't just break it off on a whim. And did you even stop to think about children? I didn't think so. This isn't about upping a relationship to a new level. This is a serious commitment, and if your not willing to keep all the promises you make, then you should just walk away now before its too late.

What your father and I are most displeased about is the fact that you never even came to us first before you made this decision. If you had asked us, we could have had a formal conversation with you and Hermione about the responsibilities of marriage. Because, not every day in it is like your honeymoon.

I'm not saying anything against you or Hermione. If you are serious about this and know what responsibility comes with it, then, your father and I give you our blessing. I just hope you know what you are doing, because planning a wedding is a big thing.

If you and Hermione are already engaged, then please tell us, and we would be delighted if you two would stop by the burrow sometime.

With love,

Mum

Harry stared at the letter and then back at Ron. "This is not good."

Ron took a long drink from the firewhisky. "You're telling me."

Harry sighed. "Well, there's only one thing to do."

"What?" Ron asked.

"We're going to have to go there and tell them you're not getting married."

Ron spat out most of his drink. "Wh-WHAT?"

Harry grabbed the letter and shoved it in his face. "The next thing you know, they'll be writing the wedding invitations."

"B-but I just can't walk in and say, 'Hello Mum. Lovely day. How are you? And yes, sorry to say, but it turns out I'm not getting married after all.' She'll have a fit!"

"Well we have to tell her something! Otherwise they'll be a wedding shower next!"

"Harry, I can't tell my mother I'm not getting married! You don't understand Mum! She's…scary."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Yes, I know. I've known her for nine years, remember?"

"Yeah, well, then you'll know what she'll do. She'll be disappointed, and then angry at me, because it's always my fault"

"Well, if you're not going to talk to her, then I am." Harry said.

Ron stared. "Wh-what? You're going to—"

"Bye, Ron." Harry said, as he disapperated

"COME BACK HERE, YOU PRAT!" Ron yelled, but it was too late.

Harry apperated on the front lawn of the Burrow. He took a second to look on that marvelous structure that he had known almost as his own home for so many years, and then he sighed. Boy, they are not going to be happy when I tell them, but it has to be done. We can't just wait around for them to start planning the wedding.

He slowly walked to the front step of the burrow and rang the doorbell. It a second, he saw the slightly plump figure of Molly Weasley. "Harry, dear!" She said. "What a pleasant surprise!"

"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley." Harry said, as he walked through the door.

"Come on Harry, lets get you something to eat," She said, ushering him to the kitchen.

"Actually, I'm fine." He said, but she didn't listen and served him tea and a scone.

"Here you go, Harry." She said. "So what brings you here?"

Harry sighed. This is it. "Well, uh…you see, it's about that le—"

Mrs. Weasley cut him off. "Arthur!" She called. "Fred, George, Ginny! Harry's stopped by!"

With loud crashes, the rest of the Weasley family ran down the stairs. In a second, the twins, Ginny, and Mr. Weasley were in the kitchen.

"Harry, old boy! Charming to see you again!" Fred said.

"Oh yes, simply marvelous!" George continued.

"Boys, don't start that again!" Mrs. Weasley yelled.

"Hello, Harry." Ginny said, thankfully without the blush she used to have.

"Harry," Mr. Weasley began. "It's so great that you came at this time, I've been having a bit of trouble with the muggle concept of these things called see-dees—"

"Arthur, don't start that now!" His wife ordered.

There was a silence.

"So…Harry…how's auror training?" Fred asked.

"Hard." Harry replied.

There was another silence.

Harry sighed. "Okay, if you want to know about Ron—"

"Ron? What Ron? I don't recall anyone named Ron." Fred said.

"Oh wait…I do seem to recall someone with the name of Ron…" George continued.

"Yeah…some pipsqueak with red hair…"

"Whose mission in life was being a prat—"

"Fred, George, that's enough!" Mrs. Weasley said.

Harry tried to explain. "Look, Mrs. Weasley, if you're upset about Ron getting married, then you don't have to worry, because—"

Mrs. Weasley was shocked. "Did we say we were upset?"

"Well, in your letter—"

She shook her head. "Oh Harry, that letter was written just to let Ron know the seriousness of what he was getting himself into to. Actually, we're thrilled!"

"R-really?" Harry said. Not good! Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, and Ginny left for the family room.

"Yes, what did you think?" Fred asked.

Harry was growing more nervous. "Well, uh…you see…you shouldn't be getting your hopes up because—"

"Harry look at this!" George held out a box to Harry.

"What is this?" Harry asked.

"It's the wedding present we're giving to Hermione!" He replied.

"Well…technically Ron too." Fred said with a evil smile.

"But…" They opened it before he could say anything else. When Harry saw what it was, it stopped his sentence. "Wh-what is this?"

Fred held it up and grinned. "Black lace lingerie!"

Harry held a hand over his eyes. "I…never…wanted to imagine Hermione…in that. She's going to kill you."

"That's where you're wrong, Harry my lad!" George said. In a second, the god-forbidden lingerie turned into…a blender. "We hear muggles give these things to each other all the time at weddings."

"Let's just hope we're out of there by the time it turns back into the lingerie…" Fred mumbled.

"There's a problem." Harry tried to explain for what seemed like the fiftieth time. "You see, Ron is not—"

Mrs. Weasley and the rest of the group came back in. "Look Harry!" She said. "I've already gotten the wedding colors in order!"

"And I'm thrilled about having a muggle-born for a daughter-in-law!" Mr. Weasley said.

"And I can't wait to have a sister!" Ginny put in.

"This is just so exiting, don't you agree, Harry?" Mrs. Weasley said.

Harry exploded. "DON'T YOU GUYS GET IT YET? RON ISN'T GETTING MARRIED! HE NEVER GOT TO PROPOSE! HERMIONE DECIDED TO 'TAKE A BREAK' BEFORE HE EVEN GOT TO ASK HER!"

The shock on everyone's faces was enough to tell Harry it was time to leave. "Uh…sorry, but that's how it happened." He stood up. "Thanks for the tea." And then he disapperated, thinking, Great…now what am I going to do?

Author's Note: I know these little chapters seem to have nothing to do with the main plot, but by chapter 5, you guys'll understand.