Disclaimer: Yo, yo, yo! Disclaimerino! Harry Pottero ain't mino! OOO!

Hi. I just had the biggest History project due this week and now that it's out of my way I feel so free! I have, however, 2 more projects due in quick sucession. But don't worry for the time being all yours or rather this story's. And guess what else? I got a review for His Hermione again. It's so weird when you finish a story but still get reviews for it afterwards. Warm fuzzies to all!

piratingspiderelf: LOL, I'm like that sometimes too. I'll go the mall for hours and never buy a thing. Some were pretty upset about the gun chapter.

Magic and Sparkle, The Daughter of Kings: Yeah I'm glad other people feel the school thing too!

Albino Redneck, mystikalolo, PinkyTheSnowman: I'm glad you liked the Giselle part. It was pretty fluffy and cute. And poor Ron going through that whole excruciating day!

Jacob Bradley: I'm glad you liked His Hermione too.

Weasel Princess: Thank you! I'm always trying to be more descriptive. Sometimes it's hard!

daddysgirl101989: Haha, I see Marcel resembling the Wedding Planner from Father of the Bride. That's such a cute movie.

MIDNIGHT-PIXIE: I'm glad you liked the various phrases and the major quote. 'Lick' made me laugh a while too.

Lisa: I know. I hate it when Hermione is having sex very, very freely.

BuckNC: Thank you. I see where you're coming from. Hmm...Daphne dislikes people in general. She dislikes Ron even more because he's rather 'goofy' in her opinion.

Thanks also to: dancerrdw, hjpchick, QueEnfullofDrama, Mental357, and mysticofthepen.

This chapter is dedicated to my friend Kenny!

'The most dangerous food is wedding cake'-James Thurber

Another fieldtrip followed the one to the Bridal Convention. This time, however, it was for flower arrangement and cake choices. According to Marcel they needed to start off with the deepest of details and then progress to the bigger issues like gowns, location and schedules. Ron personally thought that cakes were the most important part of a wedding. Cakes were the deepest set memories for him from weddings. He'd always had a slice from each near the end of the night and, as he and his family left for home, the taste of the cake was all that really lingered.

Luckily for him they were going to the bakery first to enjoy a cool array of cakes. Unsurprisingly it hadn't taken the media long to discover that Ron and Hermione were engaged. Actually some git at the Bridal Convention had taken their picture and sold it to Witch Weekly for a hefty profit.

Anyways, this caused a great amount of wedding and wedding related companies to come forth and offer their services to the two fiances. There was even an offer to do an ad for a gown shoppe. One by one each and every one of them were turned down. They planned to choose everything themselves with only the slightest help from Marcel.

In Ron's opinion Marcel's help was more than slight. Whenever he saw fit he'd drag Hermione off to look at one thing or another, making Ron feel rather like the third wheel. He'd try to catch up with them, at first, but eventually he just let Marcel show Hermione whatever she needed to see. This was more of her wedding than his. It was more of everybody's wedding than his. In a true sense it belonged to Hermione, who had waited and planned most of her life for one, and the Weasleys, who finally had someone in the family getting married, and even the media's, who were having a field day with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger's new exploit.

If had been up to him, he almost wished he and Hermione could run away together and elope. But if knew that if he brought that up it could break everyone's heart. His, or rather their wedding was the apple of their eyes. One success that would hopefully lead to more.

"Ron?" Hermione said, falling back and grasping his hand, "You've been awfully quiet."

"So?" Ron mumbled, staring at his shoes, as they traversed Diagon Alley.

"So? So, you're never quiet," Hermione teased, lightly, "Any problems?"

Ron raised his head and eyed Marcel, who was ahead of them, talking to a witch about her shoes.

"Marcel? What's wrong with Marcel?" Hermione questioned, eyebrows raised.

"Nothing I suppose. I just never really expected us to have a wedding planner," Ron explained, getting slightly red.

He was getting the impression that he was acting like an upset child. He immediately straighted and stood taller.

"But it's no big deal," Ron shook it off.

Hermione nodded and frowned ever so slightly.

They bakery was in close view and Ron could read a wickety old sign above it that said, Cherry on top: Magical Bakery. It was tiny, almost entirely hidden by the Quidditch Shop and Candy Shop on either side of it. Ron peered into the window and saw that, while the exterior was rather brown and dull, the interior of the bakery was colorful with warm shades of peach, strawberry, and mocha. He blinked. Even the colors on the walls made him think of food. He suddenly felt very hungry. He moved his head closer to inspect the bakery but it only hit the glass.

"Oooow!" Ron yelped, rubbing his forehead.

Hermione and Marcel stood at the door of the bakery and stared at him, incredulously. Ron could feel his ears go red but would not give either of them the pleasure of looking embarrassed.

"Ve durr iz vhis vhay," Marcel smiled, gesturing towards the door.

"I know that!" Ron muttered, as Marcel stepped inside.

Hermione laughed, softly. Ron scowled.

As they all entered the bakery, bells chimed and from behind closed doors, a petite woman emerged, wearing a neat, tiny, little pink apron. Her jet black hair was short and curly. Her lipstick and her nail polish were both bright red. She smiled at them all as she stepped behind the counter.

"Hallo. My name Miss Wong," she introduced herself.

Her accent strong, sounding...Chinese? Japanese? Vietnamese? Korean? He couldn't tell them apart. Sadly, Ron couldn't speak anything but British English. Occasionally however he could take on an American accent if he tried really hard. But that was mostly to joke around.

"Vhat a pleasure!" Marcel trumpeted and lifted Miss Wong's hand and kissed it.

Unfortunately she looked rather offended and confused.

"I haf husbend!" Mrs. Wong said, snatching her hand away.

"No, no, no, yu hav me wrung," Marcel tried to explain himself.

He tried to reach out to shake her head perhaps this time, but she looked moved back and shouted something wildly in her mother tongue. Ron and Hermione watched on rather helplessly. Marcel and Mrs. Wong argued in what seemed to be a battle of the accents.

"I knew I should've learned Cantonese in fifth grade!" Hermione grumbled, furiously, "But what did I take? Violin lessons!"

Suddenly a tall, dark-haired, teenager came out from behind he bakery and stared at the wailing people in complexity. He was wearing a white chef's shirt and black robes.

"Mama! Mama!" he called, obviously announcing himself as 's son.

He and his mother began furiously speaking in what Hermione had earlier claimed was Cantonese. In shock he turned to Marcel.

"Did you try to take advantage of my mother?" he demanded, speaking in normal English.

"Vhat? No!" Marcel shook his head.

Here, Hermione interrupted, "Actually, he just kissed her hand. It's customary for his people. He didn't know any better."

"Ah...," the Wong boy sighed and turned to his mother to explain.

What followed was an extensive talk in Cantonese which ended with Mrs. Wong laughing and grinned at them all. She waved her hand at them. Ron smiled and waved back. For an old crinkly witch she was rather cute in a teddy bear sort of way.

"Mama, you go lay down for a bit," her son suggested, "I'll handle the customers."

Mrs. Wong seemed to agree and waved good-bye, "Babye!"

Her son watched her go, smiling in adoration, "Sorry about that. She gets a bit excited sometimes."

"Quite alright, mate," Ron said, remembering how excited his mother could get sometimes.

"Yes, well, my name's Kenny," he continued, "Now how can I help you?"

Just as Hermione opened her mouth to speak, Kenny piped up, "Wait, you're Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger!"

Ron's ears went red and even Hermione blushed lightly, "Well yes-"

"You're getting married! Have you come to taste cakes?" Kenny implored, his voice getting higher.

Ron nodded, grinned. It was still rather flattering when he got recognized. Especially when he least expected it.

"Oh my god! My girlfriend, she's in Hogwarts, seventh year, loves you guys!" Kenny exclaimed, "Could I-I mean if it's not too much trouble-could I get an autograph for her?"

"Sure...," Hermione agreed, "But how about we taste those cakes first?"

Kenny nodded, vigourously, "Come on back."

Ron, Hermione and Marcel slipped behind the counter and Kenny led them to another room down a steel hallway. Ron was wrong. The bakery was much larger than he thought it was. In fact, it was much, much larger than anything Ron'd seen before. Rooms and rooms. It was fascinating how such a large thing could be enclosed in such a small thing. Ron also noticed how Kenny always got near him and tried making conversation. Alot of the topics were hard to respond to.

"You don't even know but you and Harry Potter are my idols!"

"If you choose our cake for your party can I meet Harry Potter during the wedding?"

"How did you get together with Hermione Granger? My girlfriend told me that in Witch Weekly she was going out with some other guy."

"My girlfriend often expects me to be like you guys..."

"She has the biggest crush on you..."

Ron gulped and was highly relieved when they reached a kitchen-looking area. It was as big and as the bedroom he and Hermione shared. Slices of cakes, about thirty and more different kinds were laid out on the center table. Big hefty slices of chocolate, vanilla, coffee, mocha, strawberry, lemon, and peach. Ron could barely hide his anticipation as they started the tasting.

Ron tasted them all, and despite Kenny's constant blubbering, enjoyed them all. But Hermione was a different story. It seemed zero to none of the cakes pleased her enough to become their wedding cake. Was she crazy?

"How about this White Silk cake?"

"What's in it?"

"And then my girlfriend said-huh?-oh, oh-um...Cream custard and homemade raspberry."

"No, next."

"Strawberry Vanilla Mousse."

"No, I'm not really enjoying these strawberries."

"Spanish Almond Torte?"

Hermione shook her head. Ron was beginning to get desperate.

"Red Velvet? Peanut Butter Truffle? Peaches and Cream? Lemon Poppy Seed? Hazelnut Prailine Torte?"

"Cream de mint? Biscuit de Savoie?" Marcel supplied, helping Ron out.

Hermione answered no to each. Kenny didn't seem perturbed.

"How about this one?" he inquired, holding out a creamy, slice of cake.

Hermione took it from him, eyeing it doubtfully. She raised only the smallest slice to her mouth. Quickly lowered her fork and wiped her lip with her napkin.

"This one," Hermione decided, "Taste to see if you like it, Ron."

Ron took her fork and slice, eagerly, and tasted it. It had such a light taste. So fluffy. Perfect.

"What is this?" Ron asked, sounding awestruck.

"White Chocolate Mousse made with layers of butter sponge cake white chocolate truffle, and white chocolate mousse loaded with chocolate chips for texture," Kenny explained, "Would you like to see the exterior of the cake?"

Ron and Hermione consented.

The exterior of the cake impressed Ron and Hermione just as they interior had. It was draped with pink and orange lilies. The perfect feel for their summer wedding. It also had intricate lace designs of the sides. They didn't even have to consult Marcel to decide this cake was going to be theirs.

"This one?" Kenny questioned, unneccessarily.

Ron, Hermione and Marcel were heading off to the flower arrangement place. Ron didn't know how to refer to it. Florist's? Flowery? What did it really matter? He was just very pleased that he and Hermione had made an independant decision concerning the wedding.

However Ron had a feeling he wasn't going to be quite so great with the flowers. He knew very little of flowers and couldn't tell them apart half the time. They were of course, a pretty novelty piece but nothing that Ron had spent more than two minutes concentrating on. Had any man?

As if to answer this thoughts Marcel exclaimed, "Luk! Ve arre 'ere! Luk at vhose roses!"

The the sign over the 'florist's' read Flowers, Flowers, Flowers! Already Ron hated the place. As they entered the outdoor shop of Flowers, Flowers, Flowers! Ron sensed a strong sick smell on his nose. All the sweet scent of all those flowers combined and made a rather revoltingly scent. L'eau de yuck. Or rather pollen. Hermione's nose twitched as she caught on to the scent too.

They proceeded further and Ron was almost blinded by the rainbow that were the flowers. Among the flowers and more flowers, odd couples of humans made their way through. Stopping here and there, Ron noticed many looked to be like Hermione and himself. More so forlorn than joyous.

"Vell, lit us begin!" Marcel exclaimed, sounding about the only person happy to be here, "Vill it ve roses furr you tvo?"

"Actually," Hermione grinned, "I'm rather allergic to roses."

"Yeah, they're way overdone," Ron added, "How about lilies to match the cake?"

"Great idea, Ron," Hermione agreed.

Ron basked in his glory. Marcel may know flowers better than Ron. But Ron knew Hermione better than him.

As the flower hunt began, Marcel soon got caught up and overwhelmed and lost Ron and Hermione. The lone couple stood to one corner studying various orchids. Ron had to admit he was rather fond of the lilac ones but he wouldn't tell Hermione so. He wasn't going to interfer too much with the flowers. That is, unless Hermione was planning to choose a horrendous arrangement.

They had only just moved on to the lilies when Hermione stopped in the middle of smelling a lily of the valley. Her face was oddly red and embarrassed.

"What's up, 'Mione?" Ron asked, suspiciously.

"Ron, look!" Hermione whispered, quickly.

Ron glanced in the direction she was apparently entranced with and saw one of the most unlucky sights there was possible for the two of them to see. Especially in a case like this.

Seamus Finnigan and he happened to be heading straight their way.

Author's Note: Hey!Yeah I know I said no drama or anything but I didn't promise no cliffhangers. Here's one! LOL...sorry it took me so long to update. How about if I promise to update on Sunday for you guys if I reach 100+ reviews by then? Oh and I know Mrs. Wong didn't talk very much but I'm bad at Asian accents even though I have countless friends who are Nguyen's,Ngo's,Tran's,Thai's,Dien's,Du's,Tang's...you get it.

xoxo

(anyone interested to see how Ron and Hermione's cake looks, please check out my profile page. NOTE: I described orange lilies but the picture shows only pink. I just wanted orange lilies.)