It's Not Like You'll Marry Me!
Chapter 12: All's Well That Ends Well
Author's Note: I have just recovered from a recent strike of writer's block and summer boredom. (Who knew you could get bored 5 days into summer vacation?) Anyway, this chapter is shorter than the rest. Sorry guys, but I ran out of ideas! (Oh yeah, this chapter is mainly for humor, so don't expect a plot…)
"By the power vested in me, I know pronounce you husband and wife." The minister said in a booming voice that rang over the crowd.
Ron and Hermione grinned. At last, after all that happened, it had finally come to this moment. They took each others hands and couldn't wait for what was coming next.
"You may—"
Before he had finished, Ron and Hermione both dove in for the kiss. Instead of a joyful clap, the church rang with a thunderous applause. Several people whistled, and two people, (suspected by Ron to be Fred and George) yelled, "Go get her, Ron!"
When they broke apart, the applause rang louder and many people stood up as they walked back down the aisle and out of the church.
Ron could hardly believe it. Nine years ago, he never thought it would end up like this. In fact, he dreaded this more than anything. To think that one day he may marry the bushy-haired annoying girl he met on the train... Six years ago, he doubted it the most, because he thought it impossible that Hermione would ever see him in another light. And one month ago, he wasn't sure if he would even be alive to see this day.
But somehow, fate was on his side. Gwyneth had been killed, Voldemort had finally been defeated by Harry, and now Hermione was next to him, as his wife. All day, he'd been having to pinch himself, to make sure he wasn't dreaming. But it wasn't a dream, it was real.
"Ron?" Hermione said, pulling him out of his thoughts. "You're supposed to get in the limo."
Ron stared. He hadn't noticed the limo outside the church. He turned around and saw Fred and George grinning. He rolled his eyes. He wasn't sure he wanted to know how they had come up with the money to pay for it—if they had paid for it at all. Knowing them, the answer wouldn't be pretty.
As he ducked into the limo, he at least enjoyed the privacy inside. He grinned since he knew there would be some quality snogging time until they got to the reception…
And snogging there was. So much, that they didn't even notice the limo had stopped. The driver had to tap on their window for a few minutes until he finally honked the horn. Ron and Hermione jerked apart, and saw that they had stopped in front of some sort of fancy reception hall. Ron wiped lipstick off his face as they exited the limo.
When they walked in, Fred and George announced in a loud voice, "The Bride and Groom have finally arrived!" while spraying confetti everywhere from their wands. Hermione graciously thanked the heavens that only her relations that knew about magic were invited to the reception.
While the dinner was served, George screamed, "Oi! Present time!"
"Here!" Fred said. "This one's from us!" They plopped a white bag right in front of Hermione.
"Wait a minute…aren't we supposed to open presents later?" Hermione asked.
"Doesn't matter." Fred said. "We want to see ya open it now."
At the end of the table, Harry choked. Oh, man, that's not the… He decided, for good measure, that it would be best to hide under the table.
"Um…Okay." Hermione reached into the bag, and to her horror she pulled out black lace lingerie. She looked at the thing in revulsion while Ron's ears turned a bright scarlet.
At that moment, George flashed a picture. He and Fred grinned. The whole reception hall went quiet.
Hermione started shaking in anger. "You guys…." Ron nervously pushed his chair away. He sensed she was going to explode, especially since her eyes had that scary redness to them.
"Um…Fred?"
"Yeah?"
"I think we should run now."
Fred looked at Hermione. "I think you're right…"
They both turned and ran like hell just as Hermione stood up and screamed, "GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW! I STILL NEED TO SKIN YOU ALIVE!"
Her voice was just drowned out by Mrs. Weasley screaming. "HOW DARE YOU GIVE THAT TO HERMIONE! I DIDN'T BRING YOU BOYS UP THIS WAY!"
Harry, Ginny, and the rest of the Weasleys were all under the table, hiding from the wrath of Mrs. Weasley and Hermione.
"Does it always turn out this way at family events?" Harry asked.
"Most of the time." Ginny assured him.
"Is it safe to come out yet?" He asked.
"Give it another ten minutes, I think mum's about to kill them…"
"I'd personally be more worried about Hermione." Ron said.
Harry rolled his eyes, smiling. God, what a wedding…
An hour later, after the now infamous "lingerie" incident, and Ron and Hermione receiving a world's supply in blenders (Most of the givers didn't know what they were for, they just heard that they made a good wedding gift…), it was time to begin the dancing.
Ron and Hermione strode out on the dance floor, as the lights dimmed. A slow song began to play, and they leaned against one another, reminiscing about old times.
"Do you remember the first time we danced together?" Hermione asked.
"Yup." Ron said. "It was the night of the spring dance, 7th year."
She sighed. "That was also the first night I kissed you."
He grinned. That had been a fond memory for years. Oh, yes, a very fond memory. "Mione, that was the first night I realized I really wanted to spend the rest of my life with you."
She snorted. "You're just saying that..."
"No, I'm not." He said.
"Y'know, back then, you weren't very good at romantic lines…well, that's still not your strong point…but I guess it was all that time with you that won me over."
"Darn." He said. "We should have really thanked Gwyneth before you…ahem, finished her off. After all, if it weren't for her—"
"We never would have fallen in love." Hermione finished.
And by looking in each others eyes, they instantly fell under each other's spell. Without a moment's hesitation, Ron lowered his lips down to hers, and they kissed without care of the entire room watching.
"Oh god! Tongue!" Ginny shrieked, hiding behind Neville, with whom she was currently dancing.
Fred and George whistled, and began banging their spoons on glass cups. "Again!"
"FRED, GEORGE! CUT IT OUT! OR DO I HAVE TO 'TALK' WITH YOU AGAIN!"
They cringed. The 'talk' was scary. Very scary. "Yes, Mum."
As they broke the kiss, Hermione leaned into Ron and he held on to her like he never wanted to let go. After all this…after all that's happened…she's mine… He smiled, closing his eyes and savoring the feeling of her. Mine forever…
Fin
Author's Note: Okay, it's FINALLY done. Anyway, instead of doing what I usually do and listing my thank you's for every reviewer, I'll just give reviewer awards instead!
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Upcoming stories: I'm going to do an Inuyasha fic for a while, and then I'm going to do a ROTS fic after that. So, (for people who don't know what Inuyasha is or who don't care about anime) I hope ya like Star Wars!
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