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Hi. Gosh I've read such a good fanfic called Eternally Yours. It's very dramatic and romantic. I loved it. It makes me wonder if I'll ever be that good, you know? Some people on this site are just mind-blowing. Ok, anyways to the thank-you's.
mystikalolo: Yes Ron is the best and they're being rude lol.
piratingspiderelf: Haha, yeah I wouldn't like Marcel very much either. Orla...Orlando Bloom? Hmm.
I AM EOWYN: You are? You must go read Eternally Yours! LOL...Oh and not on your half demon sisters birthday! ((shock))
PinkyTheSnowman: Yes purely romance and humor. Not very dramatic...maybe a bit here and there but mostly this is just for fun.
Also Thank you: MIDNIGHT-PIXIE, sjpgurl, Mental357, Laury Weasley, dancerrdw, gonzogirl, hjpchick, and hhsbabe2007.
'Guns don't kill people, people kill people'-Eddie Izzard
It was a rather nice April day as Ron and Hermione headed out to meet up with Orla once more. Today they were beginning to plan the theme of the wedding and, if they had the time, perhaps even check out a few outdoor places to enjoy the wedding.
The meeting place of the day was Orla's office, which was in a Muggle district of London. Ron stayed close to Hermione whenever they left magical turf. He had little to no idea about how Muggles truly worked. They were practically another species sometimes. Not that he didn't find them fascinating at times. The current street they were walking down was lined with tall, tall, overbearing buildings.
"For goodness sakes do all Muggle buildings reach as high as those?" Ron asked Hermione while he glared up at one of them.
"No, but those ones you're looking at are called Sky Scrapers," Hermione clarified.
Ron smiled, "That name suits them rather well, don't you think?"
Hermione agreed and led Ron down another street. A few children played there and were laughing as they played with their toys. Ron found them rather endearing as they reminded me rather greatly of himself as a child. However his favor for them was quickly lost as he and Hermione walked past them. A little boy with blonde hair and a dribble of ice cream running down his chin ran up to them. He held a black stickish kind of thing in his hand.
Hermione and Ron grinned as he neared them. Ron was even ready to give him a pat on the head yet suddenly he heard a loud bang and screamed wildly. The little boy had made the black stick make exploding sounds. Yet the boy didn't stop. In fact he kept pressing the black stick again and again while Ron screamed like a schoolboy.
"Ron!" Hermione shouted, "Ron calm down!"
Both her and the little boy were staring at Ron in shock.
"Calm down?" Ron huffed, "I'll calm down when that little devil stops trying to attack us with the black stick!"
He blushed deeply when both Hermione and the little boy fell over laughing. Hermione grabbed her sides and had to hold on to Ron so she wouldn't keel over. The little boy on the other hand was already on the ground and was squirming all over with laughter.
"What's so funny?" Ron demanded, trying to obtain his dignity.
"Oh...Ron!" Hermione laughed, breathlessly, "The black stick is... Only a toy!"
Ron felt his ears warm up. Oh dear god let this be a bad dream. He waited for Hermione to stop laughing. It took her a good seven minutes.
"Sorry to bother you, sweetie," she said to the little boy, "Bye!"
"Bye, Miss!" he laughed after her.
She led Ron away and stared at him a smile still playing on her lips.
"That wasn't funny if that's what you're thinking," Ron said, lips pursed.
"Oh come on, that was hilarious," Hermione giggled, "You getting frightened by a Muggle boy!"
"It's not like you weren't ever shocked by wizarding stuff!" Ron cried.
"Ok, ok," Hermione soothed, "Calm down."
Ron sighed, "Yeah, ok. What was that thing anyways?"
"A toy gun," Hermione explained.
"What's a gun?" Ron inquired, even more confused.
Hermione's face darkened, slightly, "Well, that black stick was the gun. However real guns are used in self-defense usually."
Ron mouthed an 'O' and stopped abruptly in front of a sign that read Orla Quirke. It pointed to a small building. No bigger than the Burrow in fact. Ron and Hermione entered and ascended a flight of stairs before coming onto a landing with an office. The door read Orla Quirke once again. The pair of them entered into a room blindingly white. Ron had to blink a few times before his eyes got adjusted to it.
As they entered Orla came out of another door in the office. She was entirely black and her dark hair was out. She looked as if she didn't belong in the room of all white. Only her pale eyelashes had a connection with the room. They stood out now more than ever.
"Welcome to my office," she greeted in a monotonous sort of way, "Like it? I made it over to match my eyelashes."
"And you've succeeded," Ron replied, still slightly in awe of the room.
Orla smiled, vaguely, "Thank you."
In that single moment she almost reminded Ron of Luna. Except not quite. They were so very similar yet something separated them.
"Come into my chambers," Orla instructed, "So we can discuss what I've been planning for the wedding."
She turned and entered the room she had just come out of. Ron and Hermione followed suit before giving each other a nervous glance. The next room was just as white as the first. Ron and Hermione settled into a sofa whilst Orla took the armchair across from it. She held a white folder in her arms. As they all settled she spread it's contents over the table.
"So, what've you got planned, Orla?" Hermione asked, politely, smiling in falsehood.
Ron was feeling nervous too. No matter how much he denied it, Orla creeped him out. She was just better than Marcel is all.
"Well I was thinking a wedding outside as you said but at night," Orla started, her eyes lighting up.
"At night?" Hermione said, screwing up her face in thought, "I don't know about that..."
"And," Orla continued, totally ignoring Hermione, "It can be a cult wedding in a sense. We can hire actors to dress up as Death Eaters to be part of the props. They can each hold snake-coiled candles. We can have seats of stone and the altar of yew. Carved with snakes and words of Parseltongue. Both of you and the rest of the wedding procession can dye your hair black and Hermione, your wedding gown can be of black snake scales-"
"Snake scales?" Hermione breathed out in a high-pitched, disbelieving tone. Her face was getting red quick.
"Yes and oh the entire thing can happen in words of Parseltongue. I'll write the script of course in way with an actual Parseltongue. And afterwards at the reception we can flash the Dark Mark and then all the Death Eaters can cry out and oh it'll be very beautiful! I can really see this happening for you, two. It's the most fitting thing can I see for a pair like you," Orla finished, grinning broadly.
"You thought of this cult, Death Eater, Pro-Voldemort, wedding when you thought of us did you?" Ron questioned, clearly upset.
"Yes," Orla nodded, "Wonderful isn't it?"
"Yeah except for the fact that we risked out lives to defeat Voldemort. Our entire lives are a testimony to how anti-Voldemort we are! It's why we're famous! Harry Potter is our best mate!" Ron exclaimed.
Ron was right. There was a big difference between Luna and Orla. Orla was crazy!
And that was the end of Orla Quirke ever being a wedding planner at Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger's wedding.
Ron and Hermione left Orla's office and began the trudge back to Diagon Alley.
"I cannot believe her!" Hermione exclaimed as they began walking down the same street.
"Me either!" Ron said, heatedly, "Cult wedding, my ass-"
Hermione snorted, "And pro-Voldemort? What in the world was she thinking?"
They fumed over Orla for a few more minutes until Hermione raised a rather important issue.
"What of a wedding planner then?" Hermione implored, "Are we going for Marcel?"
Ron suddenly fell into deep thought. He was very much opposed to hiring Marcel but what could he do? Orla had turned out to be a maniac and Marcel, while rather over-feisty, was definitely not crazy. Or at least he didn't seem crazy. Perhaps he really didn't plan to hit on Hermione? Maybe that was just how he liked to make first impressions. Ron could also always watch over them like a hawk. There was no reason for Marcel and Hermione to ever be alone. And even if they were Ron knew Hermione wouldn't cheat. And, if all else went wrong, Ron was prepared to hex Marcel at any given time.
"I guess so," Ron agreed rather sullenly.
In their intent chatter they had accidentally gotten into an unfamiliar alley. It was rather dark and smelly. Ron noticed a few fish bones and cats lurking around. He gulped, what if-could it be possible-could there be spiders around?
He clung to Hermione's arm, "Where are we?"
"Don't worry Ron. We just must've taken a wrong turn is all," Hermione said, sensibly, "I'm sure if we go back we can find our way."
But just as she turned around and started to walk, a man appeared in the alley. He was thin and scraggly. He wore an ugly black hat that hid his eyes almost all the way. He looked like the type who hadn't shaved in a while.
"Excuse," Hermione said, trying to get around him.
Yet he only moved so as to be blocking her way once again. Ron slowly began to get suspicious.
"The lady asked you to move, mate," Ron said, threateningly, "So I suggest you move."
At that moment the man brought out a black stickish thingy. A gun! That's what it was.
"Give me all your money! And I want that purse too, lady!" he demanded in a husky voice.
Hermione's eyes widened and she immediately began following the man's orders as she handed him her purse. Ron only grinned. He was not going to get fooled again. He knew a gun was nothing to be frightened about.
"Hold up, 'Mione," Ron said, grabbing her purse back from the man, "Now, do you really think that thing scares me?"
The man looked at him incredulously, "Do you want to die, punk?"
Now it was Ron's turn to be confused, "My name's Ron."
"Ron!" Hermione scolded, "Give the man my purse, alright? Just listen to me, please!"
"Oh, come now, Hermione," Ron laughed, "That trick is not going to work on me twice!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Oh dear god, you are a prat."
"Listen! I want that purse and all the other money you got, understand?" the man threatened.
"Will you shut up?" Ron yelled, "You're not scaring anybody."
"So you do want to die, eh?" the man said and clicked the gun.
A loud bang echoed but this time something actually came out of the gun. A tiny silver stone like thing. Ron's eyes widened and he dodged it last minute. It hit a garbage can and left a huge dent in it. Ron whimpered. That dent could've been in his head right now.
"Now are you going to cooperate or should I shoot again?" the man demanded.
Ron grabbed Hermione's purse from her hands and took out his wallet. He took off his watch and handed it all to the man with the gun. He grabbed Hermione close to him and felt a bit better knowing she was here with him.
The man grinned, "Good now lie on your stomachs and count to a hundred."
Ron and Hermione did as they were told. Ron heard the man running away and felt his ears go white hot. That Muggle man had just robbed him of all his money! Ron was sure that he had at least twenty-one galleons worth of money in his wallet. He wondered what Hermione'd had.
They counted to sixty before Hermione leapt up.
"Come on, Ron, let's go," Hermione said, quietly.
"The man said to counted to a hundred!" Ron said in muffled tone because he was still on his stomach.
"Ron!" Hermione said in irritable tones.
He swallowed his fear and stood, "Hermione, I thought that guns were only for fun?"
Hermione smiled, sadly, "Not all the time, Ronnie. Sometimes Muggles-bad Muggles-use it to kill each other."
Ron felt a chill run up his spine and he shivered slightly. He huddled closer to Hermione.
"But why?" Ron inquired, still dumbfounded.
"Same reason bad wizards use Avada Kedavra," Hermione sighed, "But in a true sense I don't know why either."
Ron was quite shaken up but Hermione managed to get him home. And by the time she was done cheering him up, in only ways she could, he was feeling all better.
Author's Note: Hello. Interesting ending. Unsuspecting on my part. But I liked it. Poor Ron, getting mugged!
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