Part IV- The Groomsmen, Cold feet, Predictions & Back up plans.

A month later or six weeks before the wedding, Harry, Hermione, Ron and Luna are at Harry's.

"Hermione, did you find out who Paul picked as his groomsmen?" Luna inquired, she wasn't going to push Hermione on the possible mistake this marriage was in front of Ronald and Harry.

"Um, yeah.. his brother.. Jimmy and two of his drinking buddies.. Greg and Vinny.. and oh merlin, your not going to believe just who Greg and Vinny happen to be.."

"Who?" asked Ron.

"We went to Hogwarts with them... and they were in our year, Ron."

"I can only think of two people who's names those match, oh no Hermione no, who's he going to add next bloody Malfoy?"

"Harry, are you okay mate.. we were talking about sodding Paul's groomsmen, not Draco bloody Malfoy."

"No, Ron, I think Harry's figured out who Vinny and Greg were the lackeys of.."

"NO! Hermione, No! Not Crabbe and Goyle!"

Hermione nodded, "I'm afraid so, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle are his groomsmen."

"Hermione, I don't know if marrying this guy is such a good idea.. especially if his friends were Draco sodding Malfoy's goons at any time in there lives."

"Ron, come on, he doesn't know many people here."

"Hermione! He's been here for three bloody years!"

"I know."

"And he doesn't like your friends one bit, that's been made bloody OBVIOUS."

"What do you mean, Ron?"

"I mean, he's made no move to get to know Harry and I any better then those are Hermione's best friends."

"And have you made any moves to get to know him?"

"Hermione, you know we have, loads of times, right Harry?"

"It's true, Hermione, Ron and I have invited him out with us countless times."

"They have, Hermione," Luna added.

"I don't understand then.. why.. what reasons did he give for turning you down?"

"You, He was busy, already had plans, was tired.. and what's worse, is that many of those times, you were with us and he still said no."

"What can I say.. I guess he's a bit of a loner."

"A bit?" asked Ron incrediously.

"Yeah, like Harry."

"Huh.. how is he like me?"

"He doesn't like to go out much."

"But it seems he doesn't like to go out with you either or to just hangout with you or your friends," Luna added.

"Yeah, he doesn't like idle, nonsensical chatter."

"I guess that makes two of you."

"Oh, sod off Ron."

"Do you two ever stop? It's been thirteen bloody years!" Harry exclaimed, stopping the beginning of a debate that was sure to lead to another arguement before it started.

"Sorry, Harry," Ron and Hermione replied in unison sheepishly. Luna dreamily smiling at them all.

Two weeks later, Hermione is at lunch at her parents house going over the final preperations for her and Paul's wedding.

"Mum, Dad.. if.. if.. I call off the wedding.. will you.. will you be terribly angry?"

"Hermione, what's bringing this on?" Asked her Mother.

"I don't know, I have a bad feeling about this is all.. I ... I don't know if I even love Paul.. I feel as if this is a dead end... that this could be a fatal mistake for me."

"Oh, Hermy, your just getting cold feet, dear everything will turn out fine. Even if you did want to call off the wedding, your Mum and I will stand by whatever decision you make."

"Even if it's the day of the wedding?"

"Of course, darling! Your our daugther and we'll support you even if it's that day," Her mum laughed.

Meanwhile at Harry's house, Ron comes rushing in with a revelation, "HARRY! HARRY! TURN off your toobalision! Remember my prediction seventh year?"

"Which one?"

"The one about Hermione being courted by a Fraud, who no one knows much of anything about and it takes her till the day of the wedding to figure it out?"

"Uh," Harry's eyes practically bulged out of his head, when he realized just what Ron was getting at, "NO!"

"Yes, Harry, Paul is the mysterious stranger, who unbeknowest to uus is a lier, a fraud."

"Ron, I think we knew that first part.. that last part though... hmm.. that could yet be true."

"Oh, shut up, Harry, but what do you think? Luna agrees with my prophecy."

"I think you may just be a seer my friend, since all your crazy predictions seem to come true."

"What are we going to do, Harry? We have to save Hermione!"

"I thought I was the one with the people saving thing!"

"Shut up, Harry! Really, what do you think?"

"Get Luna over here, right now."

"Alright, I'll floo her." Ron grabbed a pinch of floo powder, threw it into the flames of Harry's fireplace, shouted, 'Luna Lovegood's and stuck his head into the flames.

A few minutes later, Luna too, was in Harry's living room.

"Luna, Ron... How would you like to 'possibly' get married in two weeks?"

Ron and Luna looked at eachother and smiled lovingly, before nodding in the affirmative.

"Excellent, give me the names of everyone you'd want at your wedding and I'll arrange everything.. oh, who would you like as bridesmaid and groomsmen?"

"Whenever Ronald and I've talked about getting married, we've wanted a simple wedding with you and Hermione standing up for us."

"Thank you, Luna."

"No, thank you, mate... even if it doesn't happen in two weeks, we still would like it nice and simple, not extravagent."

"Okay, now you two go have fun, leave the old man to do the work."

"Harry.. your younger then me and Hermione, out of the three of us, and your not that much older then Luna."

"Thanks for the clarification there, Ron, now get out of here!"

And Ron and Luna did just that.

AN: Hello, I'm back for a week.. can't walk very well.. because I screwed up my ankle/leg.. I just hope it's not broken.. I'm rather delirious on painkillers and lack of or to much sleep.. 600 mile car ride today. Hope you enjoy this chapter and please review. I WANT MORE PAINKILLERS BUT I'M NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE MORE THEN 3 IN 24 HOURS.. AHHH!