So here it is. Another chapter. This one has more between Ron and Hermione. It's kind of cute. I realized I had alot between Harry and Ginny so far but I need them to get back together before I can move on to my plans for Ron and Herimone. I hope you all read and enjoy! Thanks to all my special reviewers! I appericate it so much! R&R- Ace

Chapter 6: Those wonderful dresses

Bill and Fleur's wedding was fast approaching. Plans were being made around the clock. Mrs. Weasley was cooking up a storm in the kitchen as well as sewing the bridesmaid dresses. Fleur was busy sending out invitations by overnight owl. Bill and Mr. Weasley were busy setting up the giant backyard for the wedding that would take place on July 26th, but a week away. The rest of the household stayed out of their way busying themselves with other important things.

"Ginny, Hermione. Can I zee you for a minute?" Fleur yelled up the stairs. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were in Ron's bedroom flipping through Hermione's collection of books looking for possible spells and curses that might help them in their up coming travels. The wedding was to take place in three days and in four the trio would leave.

"Oh god what does she want now?" Harry said as he slammed closed a book and threw it next to him on his cot and grabbed another from the stack on the floor.

"More wedding stuff of course." Hermione replied as she set the book she was looking through open on the floor in front of her. She clambered up and moved towards the open doorway. "You two keep looking. I won't be long." Neither boy looked up as they continued to search.

Finally after a few minutes Ron looked up from the book he was reading. "You know what mate? I think we should take a break and see if we can't find something to snack on. My eyes are about to go cross." Ron suggested as he looked over at Harry. Harry looked up and smiled.

"I think that's a good plan mate." Harry replied and jumped up. Ron crawled off his bed and they both made their way down to the kitchen.

As the boys entered the kitchen, they were shocked to find giant purple puffs standing in the middle of the room.

"Whoa what is that?" Ron asked as he stopped right in the doorway. Harry stopped just a few feet ahead of him.

"Zat would be da bridesmaid dresses." Fleur said beaming with pride as she helped Mrs. Weasley pin up the hem of the dress Ginny was wearing.

"Well they're...er... nice." Harry said stepping further into the kitchen. From here he could see the look on both Hermione and Ginny's face. It was a look of utter disgust hidden by a fake smile. Neither girl was happy.

Fleur had asked Hermione and Ginny to be her bridesmaids when Hermione had arrived. It had taken all of Ginny's strength not to shot no way in hell.

" 'Ermione I vould love it if you and Ginny vould be my bridesmaids. I feel as if you are already sisters instead of us only just going to become sisters." Fleur had said. Hermione had smiled thinly while Ginny turned pale.

"Umm.. Fleur I won't be your sister." Hermione had replied. At that Fleur had looked confused.

"But vhat about you and Ron? I assumed that you two vould soon be getting married soon too." Fleur had rebutted. At this Ron, who had been sitting at the table with Harry drinking a glass of pumpkin juice, spurt out his mouth full of juice, his face becoming pink. Hermione had looked over at him then back at Fleur.

"You are mistaken. Ron and I aren't in love with each other." She informed with a straight and clear voice. At that Fleur's face fell.

"Oh," she muttered. "But you vill still be my bridesmaid, no?" Reluctantly both girls had agreed. Now both girls regretted their answers even more as they stood dressed in a plum purple southern bell gown with a wide skirt and puffy sleeves.

Ron and Harry walked around to see the dresses from the front. As they did so, Harry caught Ginny's eyes for the first time since the night he had arrived. He could see they were still filled with pain. He immediately looked down, his heart giving a lurch.

Ron looked Hermione over as she stood there letting Mrs. Weasley measure. Finally he caught her eyes and chuckled. She looked pissed.

As Mrs. Weasley and Fleur finished the measuring, Ron and Harry grabbed a bottle of butterbeer out of the fridge and popped them open.

"Alright you two, go take them off and bring them back so I can finish them." Mrs. Weasley said dismissing the girls. Ginny stomped out of the room and Fleur and Mrs. Weasley left to put some finishing touches on the bride's dress. Hermione clomped forward and threw open the fridge removing a bottle of butterbeer for herself. Her opened it and took a huge swig.

"Alright you two slackers. Lets get back to work." She ordered. Harry made his move toward the door and the other two followed. As the trio mounted the stairs Hermione thrust her bottle at Ron as she lifted up her dress with both hands. "God do I hate this dress. I feel like a giant walking plum," she muttered to herself.

Ron chuckled again. Hermione gave him a glare. "Sorry. I was laughing at the comment you made." He said his face dropping the laugh.

"And earlier?"

Ron smiled. "I was laughing at the look on your face," he replied as they reached the landing were Ginny's room was.

"I'm sure you were." Hermione said as she turned to look Ron in the face.

Ron lost his smile and his face became truthful. "Seriously Hermione. I wasn't laughing at the way you looked. I think you look good in whatever you wear. Your still the same old beautiful Hermione." He said handing her the bottle of butterbeer. "I'll meet you back up in my room." And with that he rushed up the next flight of stairs as he skipped every other step.

Hermione stood there for a moment holding part of the dress in one hand and her bottle of butterbeer in the other, stunned at what Ron had just said.

A complicated dress
for a simple dresser.
But whatever you wear,
you still look wonderful.
You will always be beautiful.
My beautiful Hermione.