THE WEDDING

Part OneSURPRISE!

Six years after the end of Harry, Ron and Hermione's days at Hogwarts something rather unexpected and expected happens and that is where this begins...

Just kidding, now first off, we need to introduce the wonderful main characters:

Ronald Weasley, yes The Boy Who Lived and Defeated Voldemort's Best Mate. Ron now manages his Twin Brothers Financial Situation at there popular joke shop, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Ronald also enjoys chess and kicking Muggles arses at it on his days off.

Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived and Defeated Voldemort is now an Ex-Auror. Harry was just sick of always chasing the bad guy and being thrust into the spotlight, no matter if he brought in Bellatrix Lestrange or took a shit. Harry now avoids popular society and enjoys gardening, long walks... wait a minute, hold on a second, we are not putting an add in the personals here! Harry is mainly a recluse who sticks to his close circle of friends.

And now, the Female member of these three:

Hermione Granger, Hermione is a researcher at the Ministry of Magic. For the past three years Hermione has been working on a Top-Secret Project with a Foreign Researcher, whom she has also dated, since six months into the assignment.

The Foreign Researcher, Paul A. Smith is from the United States and five years, Hermione's senior. Not much is known about him prior to three and a half years ago. Neither Harry nor Ron like Mister Smith, but tolerate him for Hermione's sake. To Harry and Ron, it seems as if he is hiding something.. what or why is their humongous question.

One evening as Harry and Ron are sitting on Harry's back porch drinking lagers, Hermione hollers from in the house, "HARRY! ANYONE HOME? RON?"

"WE'RE OUT HERE, HERMIONE," Harry yelled back, "GRAB A LAGER IF YOU LIKE."

"WILL YOU GRAB ME ANOTHER?" Ron's voice followed.

A minute later Hermione appeared on the porch with two bottles of lager in hand and sat next to Harry at the picnic table, passing one of the two bottles to Ron.

"What brings you out of the lab, Hermione?" Harry inquired.

"What! I can't come visit my two best friends on a weekday?"

"No, Hermione and I'd say you came to visit Harry, not me, this is his house."

"And you live above his garage, Ron."

"So! That doesn't mean your automatically going to find me here, I may be at work or in my flat!"

"Right, Ron, we all know you can't cook and don't stock up on food much, so you eat at Harry's and spend much of your time, at Harry's or with your female "friends.""

Harry coughed something that sounded suspiciously like 'Fuck buddies.'

"So and sod off, Harry! I don't see you getting any action."

Ron and Hermione both stared at Harry.

"What?"

"Harry, is there something your not telling us, mate?" Ron inquired, amidst Hermione snickering.

"Bloody Hell RON! NO, I am not gay, stop trying to set me up with your friends!"

"Your trying to set him up with your male friends, Ron?" Hermione asked.

Ron nodded.

"Why can't Harry be a bachelor if he wants, we have years to procreate. Oh, and by the way, I'm getting married in three months, Paul proposed last night."

"WHAT!" Ron screamed while Harry stared at her mouth opening and closing wordlessly, before remaining open in shock.

"Paul proposed last night and I accepted."

"HERMIONE! WHY? I mean, you haven't even lived together yet, and you know barely anything about him outside of work, he doesn't even speak of his family."

"How would you know, Ron?" She retorted.

"Because you've told us! Me and Harry, we both know you've complained about knowing hardly anything about him! Why, Hermione, why?"

"Why, what Ron?"

"If you get married, he's bound to want to move back to the United States. We'll lose you! OUR BEST FRIEND, Harry and I will crumble without you!" Harry still sat with his mouth gaping in shock.

"Look at Harry! He's falling apart even thinking about you being gone!"

"Oh, Ron! You'll be fine and Paul has no intention of moving back to the United States. He said he wants to settle here."

"That could be a problem, Hermione, Harry lives here."

"Ron!" She chuckled, "Not on this exact spot, you prat, just in London."

She turned to Harry, "Are you okay, Harry?"

Harry nodded, his mouth still wide open.

"Good, because I have a favor to ask of both of you.. as you well know, I don't have many good friends who are female, so.. instead of a female Maid of Honour and bridesmaids. I'd like both of you instead, will you both please?"

"On one condition, Hermione," Ron replied.

"What's that?"

"Harry and I get to pick out our own dresses."

"RON!" She exclaimed, "You won't be wearing dresses, you'll be wearing black suits."

"Who's Maid of Honour, then?" Ron retorted.

"Harry, will you be my Maid of Honour?"

Harry nodded, still open mouthed in shock.

"Harry, are you positive your okay?"

Once again he nodded, though this time he swallowed as well.. which had to have been uncomfortable, given his state of open-mouthedness.

Hermione glanced at her watch, "Oh. Well, I best be going, I'm meeting Paul for dinner, Cheery-o."

And she apparated away.

Harry finally closed his mouth and drained the last of his lager before following it with Hermione's barely touched one in one gulp.

"Whoa, whoa, hold on there, mate, just think it could be worse, she could have eloped."

"Thanks a lot Ron," And he grabbed Ron's lager as well, draining the bottle.

"Hey!"

"I bought it and I WANT TO WALLOW IN MY OWN MISERY!"

"Harry, you do realize your a happy drunk, right?"

"Thanks a lot for killing my fun Ron, NOW SCRAM!"

"You sure, mate?"

"LEAVE ME ALONE, RON."

"Fine, I'll go owl Bill about a hangover potion for tomorrow, bye mate."

Harry waved him off, stumbled into his kitchen and brought out his bottles of firewhiskey to drink himself into a thoughtless stupor.

Two and a half bottles of firewhiskey later, Harry layed passed out on his kitchen table.

AN: This is the temporary edit.. because if my beta sees any big problems then I'll be up with the edited version. I leave Thursday.. and I'm not sure where I'll be from then on. So updates maybe infrequent.

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oh yeah, my yahoo group's address is: may be the only way I can post this summer.. not sure just yet though.