It's Not Like You'll Marry Me!

Chapter 10: Wedding Crashers

Author's Note: This week's been hectic since I have exams next week…Ugh…I just can't WAIT until I get out of school…thank GOD I only have one more week left…

Hermione stared at the mirror, looking at herself done up in the white dress. It had finally come down to this day, this day she had been dreaming of for years. The day every girl wishes would come to them. The day she would become someone's wife.

She surveyed herself. For once, her hair wasn't bushy as usual. She and Ginny had gotten up early and spent hours over a cauldron full of a hair potion in order to make it like it was the day of the Yule Ball. Hermione was very glad they had finally succeeded. The dress she had picked out was a bit on short notice. After all, she and Ron agreed they had wanted to get this over with in case Gwyneth came back. It was not to frilly, yet not too plain. Just perfect.

Hermione gave a small smile. Who would have thought from that day on the train, that nine years later Ron and I would be getting married…

But thinking of that only made her nervous again. When she was invited to Bill's wedding, Fleur had said she was nervous. Hermione didn't quite get why anyone could be nervous on this happy day, but now, she understood. No, Hermione…calm down…calm down…calm down…oh crap! I can't deny it! I'm totally nervous!

She jumped as the door was opened. She turned around to see her maid of honor, Ginny walk in. Hermione felt her nervousness rise as she heard the sounds of people entering the church. But they were quieted as Ginny shut the door.

"So, how are you doing?" She asked.

"What do you mean?" Hermione said.

"You nervous?" Ginny wondered, sitting down on a stool at an edge of the room.

She read my mind. How can she do that? I've been wondering for years if she's a legimens… "Uh…" Hermione said.

"Nervous, huh?"

Hermione looked down, sitting in a chair. "Yeah…"

Ginny shrugged. "I don't get it. You're usually the level headed one."

"I know, I know, but…" Hermione just couldn't find a reason why she felt this way.

Ginny stood up, which was quite hard in her puffy blue dress. She walked over the door and opened it, allowing the sound to come through. "You hear that? It's the sound of a lot of people, who all came here for you Hermione. This day is for you, for you and Ron. There are so many people looking forward to it! After all, this means I get another sister, you know!"

Hermione had forgotten about that. She smiled. "Don't forget me! After all, I'm an only child!"

"Exactly!" Ginny shut the door. "I can't wait until you can tell me all your marriage stories…well…except the…ahem ones. I really don't want to know where Ron's tongue has been."

Hermione cackled evilly. "Oh…shall I entertain Ginny with XXX rated stories of shagging?"

Ginny covered her ears. "Oh god no! Virgin ears! Virgin ears!"

"It was a dark night…and my sexy redhead had just come out of the bathroom without a shirt…" Hermione began.

Ginny sat on the floor and rocked back and forth. "Hear no evil…hear no evil…" She muttered.

Hermione turned around and poked Ginny, getting her out of her freaked out state. "Go on, don't you have to be up there?"

"Yeah…" Ginny said. "Anyway, don't be nervous Hermione. Like I said, there's no reason for it. After all, Ron is the one who's supposed to be nervous, right?"

Hermione grinned. "I bet he's shaking like a leaf…that scardy cat…"

"It's hard to place if he's more nervous here or when he was trying to pop the question to get you guys here…" Ginny said. Music suddenly filled the room. "Oh crap! I'm supposed to be there!" She ran to the door.

"Thanks." Hermione said.

"Welcome…and Hermione…" She turned back around. "Never I repeat, NEVER…not even by accident…tell me where Ron's tongue has been." And she walked out of the bridal room, leaving a hysterically laughing Hermione.

Ron straightened his tie for the fiftieth time. "When's it start?" He asked his best man, Harry.

"I just told you, you've got a good ten minutes." Harry replied.

"Oh god! T-ten minutes!" Ron said, feeling his hands shake.

Harry grasped Rons' shoulders, shaking him. "Get a grip, Ron! Do you want Hermione to see you like this? She's so level headed; I bet she's not even nervous!"

"Yeah…well…she's not me!" Ron said, checking his tie.

"Ohh…is ickle Ronnikins nervous?" Fred asked, coming over to him.

"Shove off." Ron muttered.

"Come on Ron, this is your big day." George said, grinning. "After all, it's the day you become a man."

Ron raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said that the day I won the quidditch cup."

Fred contemplated this. "Hmm…did we? I don't recall it…"

"Lay off him, guys." Harry said. "This is hard for him…just remember how much Bill was shaking during his wedding."

Fred rolled his eyes. "But that wore off once he saw Fleur's sexy a—"

"Will everyone please stand." The minister said, cutting though Fred's remark.

"Crap! We're supposed to be over here, Fred." Geoge said, pulling his brother over to their spot.

"Oh god…itsstartingitsstartingitsstartingitsstarting" Ron muttered, looking down at his tie again.

"Lay off the tie." Harry whispered. "Calm down, here comes Hermione…You don't want her to see you shaking like a leaf, do you?"

"N-no." Ron said.

"Then look forward, smile, keep your eyes on Hermione, and most importantly, stop touching that damn tie!" Harry muttered, just as he saw Hermione enter the room.

Gotta not be nervous…must be strong…don't touch tie…eyes on Mione… Ron thought, resisting the urge to die from a nervous fit.

And as he saw Hermione walk down the isle, on her father's arm, all of a sudden, his nervousness went away. He felt somewhat relieved, as if it were an angel entering the room. He sighed. How is it that she can make me so nervous and yet so calm?

As the procession moved forward, Ginny came close. As she looked at him, she looked as if she was holding up a laugh. She practically had to stuff her face into the flowers she was holding to keep her from bursting out in the middle of the ceremony.

She just has to tease me…He looked back at Hermione. As she got closer, her remembered the day he first met her…and how he wished he wouldn't ever be friends with her. How things have changed…He looked around the room. Half the people in it were classmates, most not surprised at all that this day had finally come. They could see it before we could…Ron thought. Man, we must have been thick. He even saw Dumbledore, with the suspicious eye twinkle. I knew he was going to do that…

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them, Hermione was there. Never before had Ron thought she looked so beautiful. She smiled, that smile could still make him tingle. He wanted this moment to last forever. Just seeing her like this made him have to hold himself back from grabbing her and kissing her right there.

"Ron…" She hissed.

"What?" He whispered.

"You're supposed to lead me up to the altar." She held her arm out.

"Oh…" He could feel his ears turning red. "Right…" He looped his arm around hers and walked her up to the altar. At that moment, the music stopped.

Oh god, here it comes… He thought.

The minister began, "We are gathered here today to celebrate the marriage between Ronald Billus Weasley and HermioneJane Granger. This day is about the mutual joining of two people, but more importantly it is about the bond of love behind it…"

Ron felt himself slide into a stupor not unlike the one he got in History of Magic. The minister's words faded out. He glanced over at Hermione. To his surprise she was doing the same. I guess this was too boring even for her…

Ron was snapped out his stupor when he heard the minister say, "Ronald Billus Weasley, do you take HermioneJane Granger, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. to honor, love, and cherish, til death do you part?"

Um…what do I say here? Oh yeah… "I do." He replied, his eyes never leaving Hermione's.

"And do you, Hermione Jane Granger, take Ronald Billus Weasley, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to honor, love, and cherish, til death do you part?"

"I—"

She was cut off when a force like an earthquake hit the building. Many of the people, started screaming. Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and then at the door, which burst open in a flash of green light. "No…" Ron gasped.

"Everyone, get out!" Dumbledore shouted, while muggles and wizards alike raced for the exits. Ron, Hermione, and Harry stared at the green light, knowing what it was. A man-like shadow started coming from the green entrance.

"Ron!" Harry yelled. "Take Hermione and go!"

"What?" Ron asked. "We can't! We're not leaving you to fight him alone!"

"I'm not alone!" Harry said, motioning over to Dumbledore.

"But, Harry!" Hermione cried.

"Look, it's my destiny to fight him, only me! Not you guys! If you stay he'll kill you, don't you understand that?"

"But what about you?" Ron asked.

"Go!" Harry yelled. "You two deserve a beautiful life together! Go, now!"

Without looking back, Ron grabbed Hermione's hand and headed for an exit just as Voldemort burst into the church. Without knowing where they were going, they headed down stairs. When they were sure no one was following them, they stopped.

"Where are we?" Hermione asked.

"I think we're in a basement." Ron replied. Of all the rotten luck! And on our wedding day too!

"At least he's gone."

A voice crept up from the shadows, "He may be gone, but you have to deal with me, little girl." Gwyneth walked into the light, looking about as mad as she could ever look.

Author's note: EVIL CLIFFIE! I have to say though, the last wedding I went to would have been a lot more interesting if evil incarnate attacked during it…Anyway, TUNE IN NEXT TIME TO SEE HERMIONE GET REALLY PISSED OFF!