Disclaimer: My imagination is running low right now LOL...so umm...Harry Potter isn't mine!

Hello. How are you all? I'm great but I'm pretty sure some of you are extremely p-oed at me. Ok I suspected that would happen after the last chapter but I didn't expect it quite like that. Of course some of you just pointed out the part about the wands so let me give an explanation along with the thank-you's.

BuckNC, memommy27, hjpchick, sjpgurl, PinkyTheSnowman, gonzogirl, piratingspiderelf: Ok firstly I am very sorry if some of you thought I portrayed Ron in a bad light because he is really one of my favorite characters from the series. Some of you were very angry and some of you were just whatever-ish but anyone who mentioned something is being addressed here. Now for the explanation...I really didn't think of his reaction all that seriously because this is not supposed to be a very serious story on my part. It's more for fun. I meant it more to be funny but I guess it got percepted very wrongly. But as far as I think...I pointed out that Ron was very uncomfortable in Muggle territory near the beginning of the chapter and he didn't understand the concept of guns. Believe me if that was a Death Eater with a wand I'm sure I would've portrayed Ron differently. He doesn't understand what guns are and that's what made him even more afraid than usual. I also think that Hermione's a very independant person and she doesn't always need the protecting. Sometimes Ron's the one that needs protecting. And the thing with them not using their wands...I'm sure if most people were held up to gun point they would just not think of things like that. I know I couldn't have thought straight. And lastly, thank you very much for reviewing and challenging me into handling a situation like this.

MIDNIGHT-PIXIE, I AM EOWYN, mystikalolo, Mental357: I know, wasn't the cult wedding just crazy? LOL...I was trying to think up something and I found it. I agree that Orla wasn't very liked by most of you. She was rather creepy. But some of you liked her for that too. And don't worry Orla isn't attacking Harry. No serious drama in this story.

babee-munky: Everything, in both my stories, will get better for Ron. I love him. But I guess sometimes I pick on him.

pyrolord: Yeah I know I'm cruel at times LOL.

daddysgirl101989: Yes it was pretty creepy and I wouldn't have Hermione leave Ron for Marcel! After I spent a whole story trying to get them together...no way! Hermione doesn't like Marcel in that way.

Also thanks to: dancerrdw and Albino Redneck.

The end! Well not quite the story's just beginning...

'The quickest way to know a woman is to go shopping with her'-Marcelene Cox

The sun beat down on Ron's back as he sat in the heated weather outside with William. He was amazed at how very quickly his nephew developed, magically. At the moment he was making a peace of grass flutter two inches from the ground with his father's stolen wand.

The Burrow was bustling with people as the wedding planning began. Marcel had come over and it hadn't taken him long to swoon almost every woman in the house. Hermione was in there looking at gowns and bridemaid's dresses and all that fascinating stuff. Ron chose to stay outside and not get involved in places where dresses were concerned. He was actually quite enjoying himself with William.

"Ron! Ron, come quick!" Hermione's anxious voice called from the house.

Ron glanced up and saw her standing by the back door that led into the kitchen. A huge smile was plastered across her face and he realized that she was actually enjoying this. She was having fun planning and organizing this wedding even though it seemed like work to him. The only fun he would be having was when he could actually hold Hermione's hand as husband and wife.

He picked up William, who instantly began shouting, and headed instead. The house felt nice and cool as opposed to the beating sun outside. It was a testament of a hot summer to come. April was ending and May would soon begin. Inside the house various fabrics were laid out on the table with Marcel and the ladies sitting around it. Ron eyed them and noticed a particularly nice, bright one.

"You wanted me?" Ron asked, coming to stand beside Hermione.

William was struggling in his arms. He had never liked being carried. He was quickly let loose, however, as William bit his thumb sharply. Ron practically dropped him and he ran off without another word.

"Ouch! Why that little...," he trailed off as he noticed Daphne watching him.

Right after giving birth she had quickly grown as petite as she was before and she still lacked, in Ron's opinion, an emotion called love. Unless she was with anybody but Ron. She never showed him any compassion. Even as she eyed him now he knew she probably thought he was rather idiotic.

"Ron, look at this," Hermione gestured towards a scroll.

It was advertising some kind of event. A wedding gala or a wedding fest of some type.

Bridal Convention

Gowns, Flowers, Cakes And More!

Everything you need to host the perfect wedding!

Starts at One o'clock- Three o'clock

At the Witch's Convention Centre in Diagon Alley

Grooms admitted

"A Bridal Convention?" Ron repeated the title, "What do you want with a Bridal Convention?"

Before Hermione could speak, Marcel said, "Iv I may...?"

Ron glared at him for two seconds before saying, "Be my guest."

Marcel brightened up, "Vell, a Bridal Conventionne iz a gud event to get, vhat yu say, as ideas pour the vedding."

Ron had to follow his speech intently to understand. What kind of strange culture did that type of accent come from?

"So?" Ron asked, slightly blank-minded, "We have you to help us think up ideas, why do we need a Bridal Convention?"

He thought he was being fairly reasonable but the rest of the ladies and Marcel all released great sighs of discontent. It was almost strange how Marcel could understand women so well that he was practically on the verge of being one.

"Ron, I was hoping we could go to the Bridal Convention. I mean-wouldn't it be great to see what the latest in wedding planning is?" Hermione inquired, excitedly.

No was the only answer that came to Ron's mind but he knew better than to say it, "Sure..."

"So you'll come? It's eleven now and the convention starts at one-

"The convention thingy is today?" Ron interrupted, "But I've got a Quidditch game..."

"Oh Ron!" Hermione sighed in annoyance.

Marcel coughed suddenly. Almost everybody in the room jumped. It sounded so very much like Umbridge.

Marcel, however, seemed not to notice their strange reactions and spoke up, "Vell, iv Misssterre Ren von't tak Hurrmione, I vill ivven yu lick."

"Lick what?" Ron demanded in alarm.

"He means like, Ron," Hermione clarified to Ron's great relief, "He's saying he'll take me to the Bridal Convention. It's very kind of you to do that!"

She snatched him up in a hug with Ron looking on rather disapprovingly. He didn't understand why he felt so envious. Hermione hugged lots of guys-people from work, Harry, his brothers. Yet why did it matter now?

Now Ron didn't feel too chirpy about letting Hermione and Marcel go off to some Bridal Convention unsupervised. He could trust Hermione but could he trust Marcel? If it was a struggle, didn't men usually overpower women?

In a second, however, Ron felt like laughing. Marcel, while perhaps extremely flirtatious, didn't seem at all violent. And if he was, Hermione could definitely take care of herself. Sometimes he forgot she was the same witch that had fought off Voldemort with him and Harry.

"There's no need for that," Ron piped up, "Because I'll take her."

Hermione faced him, surprised etched on every corner of her delighted face, "You will?"

Ron nodded. He wasn't letting Marcel have any chance at Hermione. He had waited too long to have her.

"Great," Hermione smiled, "We should start heading out if we want to make it there in time."

Ron had thought that Marcel would've rebuked him but all he did was nod and smile. Ron didn't know quite what category to put him in yet. He felt Hermione tugging at his arm and made his way for the front door.

Taking Hermione to the Bridal Convention was definitely one of his better ideas.

It took Ron about two minutes to decide that taking Hermione to the Bridal Convention was one of the worst ideas he'd ever had. His was almost as bad as the time he'd hexed himself with the slug curse in second year.

The convention centre, while looking quite normal and inviting from outside, was packed to the brim with wedding stuff. Ron had walked into a disgustingly fluffy which had come close to suffocating him. But when he'd gotten free, all he'd gotten were dirty looks for knocking the display down. Sheesh. He saw very few wizards and most of them there were all holding their mate's purses and looking just as frightened or disgusted as Ron did.

Hermione clutched his arm, "Ron-wedding-dresses!"

She choked it out as if she could hardly believe it. She half dragged Ron all the way to a section especially for wedding gowns. There were sleek ones and, to Ron's horror, more fluffy, puffy, ones. Hermione came up to one that was puffy but in a nice sort of way. She fingered the bottom of the gown, her eyes glowing. Ron was shocked to see how very happy she looked.

A sales witch bustled up to them. She had dishwash blonde hair and was wearing robes of deep blue.

"Oh I see you're looking at a Joquain Lilix gown. Did you know he cushions the interiors of his gowns with dove feathers?" she stated.

Hermione raised an eyebrow, "I see. So he's also an animal killer?"

Ron would've thought the sales witch would've backed off but she only laughed, "Kill a dove? No, no, no. He plucks one feather from every dove he sees. So it takes millions of doves to do just one dress."

Hermione nodded, appreciatively and stared at the dress a moment longer before moving to the one beside it. It was sleeveless and made of white silk that swirled down to the ground, elegantly. Ron reached out and touched it and it felt like butter.

"What do you think, Ron?" Hermione questioned, eyeing it.

"It's pretty," Ron said, truthfully.

The saleswitch, who had been following them, said, "Would you like to see the robe that accompany's it?"

"Robe?" Hermione said, blinking.

"Why, of course! What's a wedding gown without the proper robe?" the saleswitch said with a chuckle.

Hermione agreed to look at the robe. As the witch went off she turned towards Ron.

"Do witches wear robes with their wedding gowns?" Hermione asked, souding dumdfounded.

"Yeah, didn't you know?" Ron answered with a question. He liked having the upper hand.

"No...the only wizard wedding I've been to was Harry and Luna's and she didn't wear a robe," Hermione supplied.

"Well you don't have to," Ron explained, "Just nice if you do."

"I don't want to," Hermione declared.

Ron was slightly taken aback, "Why not?"

Hermione sighed, softly, "When I was a little girl, long before I was a witch, I'd imagine my wedding dress and it didn't come with robes. I just want that perfect gown. The kind I saw my mom wearing in her wedding photos."

"Oh, then don't wear a robe," Ron finished, "And do all little girls imagine their wedding like that?"

Ron knew when he had been a little boy he had no care in the world for weddings. The things that had mattered to him were Quidditch, candy, and the oncoming prospect of going to Hogwarts like his brothers.

Hermione shrugged and began to move on to the bridesmaid's dress section. Ron glanced over his shoulder and noticed the saleswitch had returned and was looking for them, left and right. The dress section was less elaborate but much more colorful than the gown section. It was then that Ron realized him and Hermione hadn't discussed who was to be what. Ring bearers, flower girls, maid of honors, best men all awaited to be announced. Ron worded his thoughts to Hermione.

"Well, I've already chosen my maid of honor," Hermione said, simply, "It was a close run but I've chosen Ginny. She agreed."

"What about Luna? She chose you as her maid of honor," Ron said, eyebrows raised.

"Oh we've already talked that over. When Ginny gets married, Luna'll be her maid of honor," Hermione explained, "And I'm guessing you've already chosen Harry as bestman?"

Ron nodded, "So does this mean Ginny and Harry will have to be each other's dates?"

Hermione shook her head, "No. We won't do the walk down the aisle for the men. Only the women, how about that?"

Ron agreed, immediately. He would need his friends by him while he was standing at the altar or else he was sure his legs would turn to jelly. He gave him nervous chills just thinking of that moment.

"Bridesmaids?" Ron asked, to get his mind off the final moment.

"Three of them. Luna, my cousin Wendy-Ron shivered as he remembered Hermione's story about her cousin Wendy's wedding- and my cousin Gywn," Hermione ended, "Remember Gywn?"

Ron remembered a sobbing, blonde girl with braces. Ah, the infamous Gywn.

"How could I forget?" Ron grinned.

"Oh shush up," Hermione said, grinning herself, "What about a flower girl?"

"Serena," Ron decided, "My cousin. She's about six or seven."

He felt happy to contribute to the wedding procession. It made him feel like a real part of the whole thing. Not the wedding thing that is. The organizing thing. He'd only just realized and he and Hermione had planned the entire list of people to be involved in the wedding. Just him and her. The way it should be in his opinion.

Halfway through the Bridal Convention Ron lost Hermione. He stumbled aimlessly across the big hall. Of all the witches in vicinity not one of them resembled Hermione. He called out her name but it was all met by deaf ears.

He was at the tux section, however, when all thought of finding Hermione left him as he heard a peculiar sound. Sobbing. It was uncommonly for a Bridal Convention or at least Ron hoped. He drew closer to it. A ring of tuxs were the source. He moved to of them aside and saw a young, bleary-eyed girl crying inside. His first reaction was to get away but he just didn't have the heart for it. He climbed into the ring of tuxs and shut all view from outside.

The girl now noticing him stopped crying abruptly and instead chose to eye him with dislike. Her eyes were rather red but also very blue too. Just like his. And she had sun-kissed blonde hair.

"You're Ron Weasley," she murmured.

Ron nodded, "Who're you?"

"Giselle Varma," she replied, trying to burrow away into her sweater.

"Can I ask why you're crying?" Ron questioned, knowing very well it was none of his business.

She glared at him for a few seconds.

"It's my friend...," Giselle sighed, rolling her eyes, "I know I shouldn't be crying but my friend is engaged."

"That's sad because...?" Ron implored, gently.

"I'm in love," she admitted, bitterly.

"With your friend's fiance?" Ron questioned. This was getting very much like those gossip columns in Witch Weekly.

"No, with my friend," Giselle clarified, "He's my best mate but I think-know I'm in love with him."

Ron felt total deja vue. Being in love with a best friend was something Ron was an expert in.

"Have you told him?" Ron asked, eyebrows raised.

"No! How could I? I'm sure he doesn't feel the same an he's engaged. It would be very horrid. I don't want to be the 'other woman'," Giselle wailed, loudly.

Ron could hear some people from outside the ring of tuxes quiet down. Ron shushed her softly.

"You know that very same thing happened to me," Ron fessed up.

Giselle's eyes widened slightly, "Really?"

Ron nodded. Giselle asked, "Then what did you do?"

"Well, at first I was scared to tell her, just like you are. I thought she wouldn't feel the same way and anyways she had a boyfriend," Ron told, "And it took me a long time to realize that love isn't so easy that you guys just get together as if it were destiny. Sometimes destiny likes to give you challenges if you know what I mean. -Giselle nodded- So one day, I kind of accidentally told her I loved her."

"And then?" Giselle whispered, excitedly.

"And then she cried. I felt like a real prat that night because her boyfriend was planning to propose and everything too," Ron continued, "She didn't know what to do. So we bumped into each other the next day and she admitted she really loved me too. But she said we couldn't be together because it was just too late. Her boyfriend was planning to propose the next day and she knew it. So the very next day I go to the proposal party, really down. Her boyfriend gets down on one knee and it's very, very romantic and proposes."

"Don't stop!" Giselle squealed, obviously on the edge of her seat.

"Well I rushed off before I could hear the answer and was sitting by the bench all alone," Ron said, almost ending the story.

"Then what happened?" Giselle asked, her eyes dry now.

Just then the ring of tuxes were thrust open as Hermione stuck her head in, "There you are!"

Ron gave Giselle what he hoped to be a very meaningful look and took Hermione's hand before getting out of the circle of tuxes. He heard quiet from her and was pretty sure she didn't cry again afterwards.

Hours seemed to pass as Ron let Hermione sort through every layer of the Bridal Convention. She saw flowers and parks and the only part Ron really enjoyed, the cakes. The clock was ticking and three was nearing to Ron's great relief. But he had a feeling they were going to be here a bit longer than suspected. Hermione had yet to buy something.

At ten to Hermione glanced at her watch and pronounced, "Let's go Ron."

Ron felt like a prison getting out of jail after a good few years. He could barely wait till the light of day was reflected off his skin but a ball and chain tugged at him.

"Hermione, don't you want to buy anything?" Ron inquired, cocking his head to one side.

"No, not in particular, why?" Hermione implored, heading towards the door.

Ron screwed up his face in confusion, "Just thought that since you came here, you might want to buy something. How about that gown you liked?"

"Oh god no," Hermione shook her head as if being sensible, "You and I can't pick a gown together."

"Why? 'Cause it's bad luck?" Ron demanded in surprise, "I thought you didn't believe in stuff like that."

"I don't," Hermione proclaimed, "I just want to surprise you for the big day."

"So you're not buying anything at all?" Ron asked, hardly believing it.

"Yeah," Hermione repeated, walking out the door.

They came out onto the busy street. Ron practically knocked down a witch coming out from the Bridal Convention as he rushed to catch up with Hermione. She had stopped and was waiting for him at a corner. He was only just celebrating the fact that he had dodged knocking down the helpless witch when suddenly he bumped into a great big wizard carrying two big boxes filled to the brim with Berite Botts Every Flavour Beans. The sound effect of the beans falling on the ground reminded Ron of a hail storm. The large wizard was not pleased. Ron apologized, profusely, and attempted to pick on the beans.

"There's no need for that," the large wizard said with a wave of his hand.

"Ok, ok thanks," Ron grinned, handing him a galleon for his troubles.

He finally managed to catch up with Hermione, who was standing in front of a floral shop, smelling carnations. Ron stood beside her and bent off, trying to catch his breath. When he finally did he spoke.

"What was the point of going to the Bridal Convention if you weren't even going to buy anything?" Ron asked, scratching his nose.

Hermione blinked, "To get ideas. I told you."

Author's Note: I know it's getting late on the update but I just can't update like I used too. School is getting to be too much. Sorry but I will update as frequently as possible. And if it ever takes over three weeks, you know I'm dead. Thanks!

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