A/N: Hey everyone! Great job of beating my other fic! 26 reviews! Not too shabby. Thanks to everyone who thinks I've got Ron down. There has been lots of times while I was writing this when I was scared I was making Ron either too mature or too daft. It's nice to know I'm not completely off base. Thanks, and keep those reviews coming!

Disclaimer: Don't expect a masterpiece of a chapter. This is a setter-upper chapter, you know, one of those awful chapters that you have to have, but is no fun to read. Don't say I didn't warn you! But I promise after I post this, and get some food I'll start on the next chapter, which will hopefully be an improvement. Oh yeah, and I don't claim to be J.K. Rowling.

The next day, Ron found himself sitting in his kitchen, eating soggy Cocoa Puffs, and staring at the picture he nicked. This is what he wanted for the rest of his life. This is what love looked like. Maybe Hermione and him had the odd row or two, but their relationship was picture perfect. Ron smiled; he would tell her tonight. Tonight, after Harry got her to admit how she still loved him, how she never stopped. Ron leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head. Yes, tonight everything would turn out perfectly.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Ron turned around to see a large gray owl tapping at his window.

"That's odd," Ron thought to himself. "I've already gotten the Prophet, what does it want?" Ron unlatched the window and the owl swooped in, dropping its package into Ron's outstretched hands. The letter had a rather impressive-looking wax seal on it. Ron broke it and squinted to read the ornate calligraphy.

You are cordially invited to attend the wedding of

Dean Thomas

and

Parvati Patil

On December the 21st

At Hogwarts Castle

Please R.S.V.P. as soon as possible.

Under the R.S.V.P. was a note written in Dean's untidy scrawl.

Ron,

I wanted to know if you would be one of my groomsmen. It really wouldn't be that much of a bother. You'd just have to go to the rehearsal dinner and the wedding…obviously. I've asked all of our dorm-mates. It would mean a lot to me if you could do this. Just mention it when you R.S.V.P. Thanks in advance mate!

-Dean

Ron grinned after he finished reading Dean's note. Of course he would be one of Dean's groomsmen. Ron laughed as he thought of his wedding. He would have all of his brothers and dorm-mates as groomsmen. It would be rather crowded up by the altar.

Ron scribbled an R.S.V.P. and sent the owl on its way. With a quick glance at the clock Ron realized he needed to begin getting ready for his mum's party. Harry and Hermione would be here any minute, as the three had agreed to meet and go to the party together.

Ron raced upstairs and threw on his new dress robes. Ginny thought it would be "fun" if the party was formal. Ron found nothing fun about wearing stuffy dress robes, but Ginny's pleading look made Ron cave.

"Why must I be such a good brother?" He asked himself as he tried to tame his hair.

CRACK!

"Ron? Where are you?"

"In the bathroom!"

"Ok, I'll just leave you to it mate."

"No Harry, I'm only brushing my hair! Get up here."

Harry appeared at his bathroom door as another CRACK! sounded from downstairs.

"You remember what you're gonna do for me tonight right?" Ron said hurriedly.

"What are you talking about Ron?" Harry asked.

"You know…" Ron urged. He could hear Hermione making her way up the stairs.

Harry burst out laughing. "Of course I remember, but you should have seen your face when I pretended to forget to ask He—"

"There you are." Hermione said smiling as all the color drained from Harry's face. "Harry? Are you all right?"

"Fine." Harry squeaked.

Hermione rolled her eyes and turned towards Ron. Ron's mouth dropped open. She looked beautiful. In her lavender robes she looked almost as beautiful as she did in the picture…almost. Oh Merlin! The picture! It was still lying on the table! Hermione couldn't see it!

"Let's leave now, shall we?" Ron said quickly.

"We have plenty of time Ron, and besides, I'm thirsty. I'm going to get some water, ok?" Hermione began to make her way downstairs.

"No!" Ron shouted.

Hermione, halfway through the door, stopped. "What?" She asked, looking at Ron like he was a nutter.

"I-I mean…" Ron scrambled for an excuse. "Me first!" Ron raced out of the room, leaving an extremely confused Harry and an indignant Hermione in his wake.

The picture wasn't on the table. Had he sent it to Dean on accident? No, he couldn't have.

"Oh you got invited to Parvati's wedding too?" Hermione looked at him excitedly, holding the invitation, when a smaller piece of paper fluttered out of her grasp. Ron dove on top of it.

"Ron?" Hermione looked down at him questioningly. "What are you doing?"

"Ah, I dropped something." Ron lied.

"What?"

"How about some water?" Ron said, in a vain attempt to change the subject. To his immense relief it worked.

"Harry, do you have our present?" Ron asked as Hermione was savoring her water.

"Right here." Harry said, holding up the wrapped photo album.

"Excellent." Ron replied. "You done yet woman?"

"I'd appreciate it if you called me by my name, but yes Ronald, I am finished." Hermione replied delicately.

"Let's go then." Harry said quickly, obviously trying to avoid seeing his two best friends regress into one of their school-day rows.

CRACK!

CRACK!

Ron hid the picture behind a loaf of bread.

CRACK!

A/N: It's short and I don't like it butits only purpose is to set things up. Ah well. Mrs. Weasley's party next chapter! We get to see who everyone ended up with! And could there be another generation of Weasleys to meet? Hmmm, I wonder. Ok, reviews would be nice. Thank you!