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Chapter Three: Losing Track of Time

Recap:

He straightened his bow tie, and left the room, in search of Hermione. Bustling about the corridor was Ginny, a vision in gold. Beside her was Harry, who was smiling so widely, Ron could have sworn his face would be stuck like that.

He went over to the two lovers and asked them where Hermione was. They smirked at each other for a while, as if sharing a secret joke, then pointed him out in the direction of the catering van.

Of course, only Hermione would be able to find a fault with the food. Smiling, he headed that way.

Ron slowly walked up to Hermione. Smiling, he shyly said hi. At this, Hermione turned around, and the two blushed like mad. (A/N- Ah! The joys of young love!)

"Hello, H-her-r-mion-ne," stammered Ron, incapable of speaking as he looked her over. (A/N- oh how very cliché of me!)

She had on a shimmering silk golden gown, with a scalloped trim, all arranged together in a pouf, which seemed to float on air as she walked. Her tresses were arranged in even ringlets that framed her face. Her cheeks had a light pink tint to them, though it was for an entirely different reason than make-up.

Lastly, she had precariously added a bit of lip gloss to her lips, (A/N- Yeah! Redundancy!) So that when she turned a certain way, the sunlight would make her lips glow unnaturally crimson. In all, she would look nice to any passerby, though mostly overlooked by them, as they were attending a wedding with a part-veela, but to Ron, she was gorgeous.

"Hello R-Ron," she said, stuttering a bit, herself. Honestly, who could blame her? The one, who had been the snot-nosed little brat of eleven, had grown up into quite a young man. The tall figure was clothed in a dark, navy blue tuxedo, that suited both her gown and his hair, the latter of which was not as profoundly red as it had been, but a soft auburn, falling a tad past his ears.

A few freckles dusted his slightly tanned face, all in all, ever so dashing! Oh, but what she loved the most about him was his eyes. A mercifully wonderful cobalt blue that you could simply drown in! When matched with his infamous lopsided smile, she wouldn't be able to handle it. Under his kind, piercing stare, her knees would give way, and she would melt.

Ron was about to tell her the procession was about to start, when the rather clumsy waiter Hermione had been telling off crashed into him, both spilling some artichoke rolls and pushing Ron on top of Hermione in the process.

There the two lay, Ron strewn on top of her on the freshly mowed lawn (it was an outdoor wedding) both a deep scarlet. It seemed like hours as Ron stared at her face, her full, smooth lips, when suddenly-and rather involuntarily- she licked her lips. Even to this day, she still said her lips were simply chapped, that was all!

Taking this as his cue, Ron looked out of the corner of his eye to see if anyone around. The current caterers were bustling around as usual, though they might have noticed if the two started snogging on the ground before them. He pulled her up, and smirking, led her into the tent the caterers had set up. Nearing the back room of the tent, (magical caterers magical tent) he made his move.

Ron pulled her around the corner into the empty room, and pressed her up against the wall. So far, Hermione had had a rather shocked expression on her face. Now she simply looked as if she was about to faint.

Ron moved in closer, with a gentle peck. He started to withdraw, but was surprised when Hermione frowned at this sudden development. Smirking, he leaned in once more. As he pressed his tongue to her lips, she abruptly broke it off. He looked at her, startled.

"Sorry Ron!' she said breathlessly,"Please, not so fast!" She was met with a reassuring smile from Ron, and they leaned together once more, but only with a tad bit of French kissing, for Ron was true to his word, and took it slow.

Too slow, apparently, for at last, Hermione had gotten frustrated with him, and brought forth such aggressiveness in her kiss, he could have sworn he was snogging Lavender!

Suddenly, Hermione cried out in alarm, "The wedding starts in a minute!" She quickly dragged him up to the mirror, and charmed their appearances back in order. The two dashed out of the tent, and ran (or sprinted, in Hermy's case) back to the chapel, just in time for Fleur to give them a sharp "Veer have you been?"

Smirking, the two walked down the aisle, hand in hand, sharing a secret smile, and equally red, puffy lips.

"So, that-hic-is how we-hic-got togeth-hic-er!" exclaimed Ron, at last finishing his tale. Harold stared at him respectfully.

"Won–hic-love Her-hic-my?" he asked, in a voice akin to Grawp's. Ron hiccoughed a few times, than answered the ghoul's question.

"Yes-hic-Harold, very-hic-much." It was clear he was less disoriented than before. Harold almost seemed to smile for a moment, then spoke.

"How-hic-Won tell Har-hic-ry and oth-hic-ers?" he asked at last. Ron seemed to be lost in himself for a bit, than came to himself.

"That, my friend, is an entirely different story!"

The End

That's it! Do you think I should make a sequel? You know, about how they tell everyone else? Tell me what you think!

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