Chapter Five: Ron Weasley

Ron nervously ran a hand through his hair as he paced.

"Relax mate," his best friend told him with a smile.

The youngest male Weasley stopped pacing. "How am I supposed to relax?" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

Harry grinned. "You're supposed to be happy for Merlin's sake! C'mon, it's your bloody wedding!"

Thought he didn't tell him so, Ron knew Harry was right. He'd been with Hermione for four years now, but he was acting as if it was their first date.

Taking a few deep breaths, Ron allowed himself to calm down. Glancing in the mirror, he grimaced as he saw that his hair was messed up again; honestly, sometimes it could be worse than Harry's-- though it never occured to him why at the moment. He ran a comb through it once more until it was back the way it had been at first.

"When is it gonna start?" he asked.

Harry rolled his eyes. "You asked five minutes ago, Ron. Do I really have to tell you again?"

"Oh yeah, right. That means in ten minutes, right? Or was it ten minutes five minutes ago?"

"You're not calm," Harry told him dryly, then shook his head in mock-dissapointment, "Aren't aurors supposed to be able to handle any situation?"

Ron scowled slightly at his best man. "This isn't a 'situation'," he muttered, "It's a wedding."

Harry only laughed in reply.

Ron looked back in the mirror to make sure he looked alright. He wore black dress pants, a white silk shirt, and a dark red dress robe. Naturally, he had his wand holstered and strapped to his arm, hidden by the long sleeves of his robe.

His inspection must have taken longer than he'd thought, because Harry tapped him on the shoulder and said, "It's show time Ron."

Ron blinked. "Oh—okay." Still nervous, Ron led Harry out of the side room, down the hall, and to the main ceremony area.

The guests had already been seated and it wasn't hard for Ron to spot the mass of red-heads that were his family; it wasa very, very large group. He swallowed, remembering Percy. The two of them waited in a hall off to the side of the large room, which was decorated in a relaxing combination of muggle and magical fashions; all of them had been done by Hermione, of course.

Closing his eyes, Ron waited. He heard Draco, Joey, and Hugh come up behind him; they were all participating in the wedding and a part of his squad at work. Then, Ron heard his cue and the five of them walked out to stand at the front of the room. Ron waited with baited breath as a new tune occurred, the one that would play before Hermione and her bride's maids entered. Heads turned as the doors opened.

The bride's maids were wore lilac dresses, they came before Hermione, who was hidden from Ron's view. There were a few quiet oohs or ahhs, making Ron want to shove the other witches aside as they came towards the front of the room; they were Alex, Luna, Ginny, and Julia—a muggle childhood friend of Hermione's. When at last he could see her, Ron had to fight to keep his jaw from dropping.

Her dress was white and made of silk that widened from the waist down, but fit her upper form perfectly. There was afine silver embroidery, sketching gently rolling waves on the hem,andcrescent moons and stars on the . Hermione's normally bushy hair was slightly wavy and sleek, falling a bit below her shoulders. Her bouquet was made of moon lilies, which were silvery flowers that were very hard to fine and normally only shone on the night of a spring full moon. Mr. Granger had his arm through hers as he led her up the aisle, a slightly sad smile on his face.

Overall, Ron doubted if he would even be able to speak his part when the time came.

As Hermione came and stood next to him, she smiled shyly, noticing his awed face. He blushed slightly, but returned her smile.

As the music stopped, the ceremony began, and Ron did all he could not to gawk at his soon-to-be-wife like he had once gawked at Fleur, who was now his sister-in-law, thanks to Bill.

Ron was only vaguely aware of the wizard leading the ceremony going through the usual rites of blessing the new couple, and he felt himself automatically reply when the times came. Finally, the rings were presented by Harry and Alex, giving them to Ron and Hermione, respectively.

The rings of a magic couple were not the usual diamond and gold rings muggles gave to each other; they were made by the ones giving them and kept a secret from the other soon-to-be-spouse. Ron had made a ring of pale gold, with a pearly finish and a round sapphire. On the inside were etched Hermione's and his names, along with the year. He gently took Hermione's hand and slid it onto her finger, and then she did the same to him. The ring was silver, with a ruby band in the middle and an engraving of a griffin's head on one side.

As the rings were put on, their auras flared, creating a shower of gold and copper sparks, red, violet, yellow, cerulean, and white lights. The auras then melted into the other, creating one seamless aura that surrounded the both of them. Ron smiled and kissed Hermione, the audience applauded and a few fireworks—courtesy of Ron's twin brothers of course—burst, writing in gold the words: Just Married.

Coming Up:

Hermione Granger
(No, it won't be the same thing)