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MEASLES

Chapter 7: Mrs. Weasley and Her Reaction

The weather was hot and clear, giving the time of the year, it was such a beautiful summer day. The sun shone againts the sky powerfully. The tones of the green were appealing. In the distant birds were singing cheerfully.

The wedding of Bill and Fleur on very that day, as if there was a magical agreement with the nature, everything was perfect and the atmosphere was merry. To tell the truth nobody expected the contary knowing the bride was a velaa.

Hermione gazed at the growing crowd through the window. The ceremony was within the hour and she had just found time to prepare for the wedding. The reason of her tardness was Ron, who had gone worse in the morning and she had to concern with him since she was the only person to capable of. She had given his potions and made sure to send him to go downstairs without an accident. And eventually after that she could find the time to concern with herself.

She found the dress in the closet, which she bought earlier with her mother. It was a dark green satin knee cut dress. She wore it quickly and cast a weaving charm on her hair that created lovely curls. Then she made some make up slightly and after nearly fifteen minutes, she was totally ready. Before she headed to the garden, she peeked a glance into the mirrow and the scene she faced made her smile.

The moment she stepped outside, she noticed Ron right away, standing next to Harry in the crowd, looking rather ill and pale though dashing in his formal robes in Hermione's opinion. Everybody was too distracted to notice his illness; they were deeply interested with the ceremony.

Greeting people on the way, smiling sincerely Hermione headed towards Ron then she touched his arm gently informing her presence. Ron turned his head slighlty and his eyes widened noticably. He opened his mouth to say something, probably about her apperance Hermine thought to herself, her heart hammered inside but his words cut by the applause arouse from the crowd. They looked up to see Bill and Fluer coming towards them for the ceremony begins.

Ron flashed quickly a smile, which Hermione returned, and then he held her hand and clapsed secretly in his own, their eyes watching lovely couple with admire.

During the ceremony Hermione couldn't help but imagined herself in Fleur's place and Ron in Billl's, praying that that would be happen one day since it was inevitable to think the opposite when their hands clapsed tightly.

After the ceremony finished, Fleur and Bill had been announced as a wife and husband, along with Mrs. Weasley's happiness tears and the big enthusiasm of the guests, they began to share their first dance as a tradition, and a lot of people accompanied them eagerly and in a little while, the garden occupied with many dancing couples.

Hermione held her breath readily waiting for Ron to propose her. She was sort of nervous even though they're an item now, because never been able to dance with him,

was a still wound in her heart since the fourth year.

She didn't need to wait that long though, Ron dragged her into the middle of the mass and tightly held close. Hermione just closed her eyes to savour every moment of that moment, even tough she knew a lot of curious looks were watching them carefully, she disregarded them just like Ron, who had been at ease unusually for days, and she enjoyed their first dance with an inescapable grin on her face. She felt like as if there was noone left in the planet but them. She could never remember feeling this happy.

"They look lovely," she heard Ron whispering in her ear after a moment she didn't remember when.

"Yeah definitely," Hermione agreed at once, sending an admiring look to the couple over the shoulders of Ron. "Fleur is stunning," she added dreamily.

"Oh, is she?" Ron asked in mock surprise, looking at her eyes with a lopsided smile.

"Why the sudden change?" she scowled playfully, a grin forming on her lips.

"Because I've got superior, I can't complain!" he admitted, the joy evident in his eyes.

Hermione couldn't find an answer just blushed madly.

"What are you smiling at, are you laughing at my rashes?" Ron asked after a moment trying to sound hurt. Hermione gave away a small chuckle.

"Yeah, you were right, they look adorable!" she confessed.

Moments later, Hermione saw something was wrong with him.

"How are you feeling?" she asked worriedly.

"Feeling hot!" Ron replied, putting her hand on his neckline. Hermione felt something flutter in her stomach. She swallowed.

"Let's sit then," she suggested reluctanly even tough it was the last thing she wanted. "You shouldn't be tired!" she added suddenly remembering.

"Actually, yeah," Ron nodded. "But let's go inside, I'm exhausted. The potion you gave me must have worn out."

"Inside?" Hermione repeated and quickly send a doubtful look around. "Inside to where?"

"To my room!" Ron blurted out. Hermione's eyes widened.

"Ron, don't be sillly!" she frowned at him slightly however that thought made her stomach fell.

"But Hermione," Ron insisted. "I don't think I'll be able to resist any longer. Do you want me to faint or something?" he asked matter of factly. Hermione sighed nervously.

"They would notice," she exclaimed gesturing the people with her head. However,

she realised everybody was already distracted. Mrs. Weasley was chatting with Mrs. Delacour cheerfully, Mr. Weasley was next to the Mad eye Moody probably criticizing the Ministry on the sly, Harry was captured by Gabrielle who was trying to flirt with him, looking troubled for fear of Ginny who was watching them with narrowed ayes. Hermione smiled at the scene.

Then she jerked with the sudden movement of Ron who dragged her by the elbow and he led her towards the house, and Hermione couldn't find time to protest and followed him obediently.

The moment they reached the door of the house, they heard Mrs. Weasley calling them behind. They remained rooted to the spot and Ron released her hand in the instant, both blushing madly.

"Just a spoon of flaxseed," Mrs. Weasley exclaimed abruptly, looking at Hermione.

"It's the essential for the rashes," she added, winking and then casually turned to Mrs. Delacour to continue her chat. She left them standing there with perplexed looks on their faces.

For a moment or two, Hermione looked stunned.

"What does it mean?" she asked Ron after she came to herself.

Ron raised his eyebrows trying to be serious and replied with a shrug.

"Please don't tell me she knew it already!" Hermione exclaimed, her eyes huge in surprise.

"Apparently," Ron answered looking nonchalant.

"Oh my-" Hermione was shocked. Ron burst into laughter at her reaction.

"Come on," he held her hand and pulled her into the house yet again.

Fin

AN:

"I dedicate this story to my mother, the only person who takes care with me when I am ill and the only person prepares me a plate of soup, and stays awake with me whole night just for my well being."