The days whittled past at the Burrow on the lead up to the wedding. Bill and Fleur were dashing here and there arranging numerous things, same went for Mr and Mrs Weasley. Fred and George made odd appearances when they were bombarded with student shoppers, stocking up on particle jokes for school.
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny however, seemed to be the more relaxed subjects of the Weasley home.
Soon, the night before the wedding came. Bill was complaining of a constant headache, when the men dragged themselves in at one in the morning, and went straight to bed, closely followed by Mr Weasley, Charlie (the Weasleys eldest son) Remus Lupin (yet another quest) and Mrs Weasley who had waited up for them into the night.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Ginny all sat up in front of the burning fire, crackling away, although they were all rather quiet and subdued.
To Ron and Hermione's concern, they had noticed that Harry and Ginny had been rather 'close' since they disappeared into the clearing a couple of weeks ago. 'Were they back together?' they constantly asked each other, and they weren't being any different now. Sat in the corned of the room, huddled on the floor, was Harry with his legs straight out and Ginny who was lying her head across his lap.
Suddenly, George gave an anonymous sigh.
'What's that for?' Ron questioned.
'My dear little brother, it is nothing but the sigh of thought.'
'Uh oh' Ron said with a little giggle.
'Just like you not to appreciate the thoughts of a genius!' Fred piped up.
'Genius is going a little too far…' Ginny defended.
'Not when you hear my theory dear sister. It is that, Fred and myself have a date. Mum and dad are obviously…dates. There's Lupin and Tonks and then there's your happy bundle right here.'
'What you mean?'
'In short my dear twin brother is saying, you need a date to a wedding, what are you four going to do about it?' said Fred.
The four teenagers looked nervous towards each other. What were they going to do?
'Well I suppose I'll be going with Harry, that's if you don't mind!' Ginny quickly added when she saw Harry's somewhat shocked face.
'I'll…I'll….be….d-delighted' he nervously replied.
Fred and George gave a slight snigger.
'What now?' Ron asked.
'Can you not do maths at all? There is four of you, you all need dates, two of you are sorted which leaves two and…'
'Yes yes alright I get it! Hermione do you want to be my date for the wedding?' Ron said in a relaxed tone.
'Yes definitely!'
Everyone seemed a little taken aback by this abrupt, so sure answer. Was she desperate or something? Or did she deep down wanted Ron to ask her that? Soon she picked up the cool vibes surrounding her.
'That's only because I feel I have to' She said, attempting to retrieve her dignity
Fred and George gave another laugh at the sight of Ron's red, burning face.
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It was 2 o'clock in the morning and the whole of the Weasley house was fast asleep. The wedding that only finished an hour ago had proved a huge romantic success. Bill and Fleur seemed as happy as ever and the gleaming look on their faces didn't change when they apparated to a grad applause to their honeymoon destination, Hawaii.
Harry lay awake, recollecting the memories of the past day. Hermione and Ron did go to the wedding together and seemed to have thoroughly enjoyed themselves despite the evening before's discussion. Another happy couple that were appearing in Harry's mind were himself and Ginny. They had gone on so well and were very cosy with each other, he wandered why they even broke up in the first place
But then he realised and came back to reality. Voldemort. Voldemort had caused so much unhappiness in his life. Harry lay awake still, but not thinking of happy, romantic thoughts but the terrible memories he stored of Voldemort and his ways of getting to him. That's why Ginny did not lay in his arms right now.
After a while, just as Harry had begun to doze off, the bedroom door creaked open. A figure stood in the doorway and slowly walked towards him. Soon Harry realised that this figure was Hermione, so he immediately turned towards the wall and pretended to be asleep. She continued walking towards him and gazed over his resting body, the turned on the balls of her feet and walked to Ron's bedside.
'Ron' she whispered softly 'Ron, wake up. Please.'
When she received no answer her soft whispers turned into harsh hisses. 'RON wake up!'
'Huh what?' Ron awakened.
'Ron I need to tell you something really important' she said and she crept onto the end of his bed and sat down rigidly.
'Yeah go on then' Ron said with a tone of uncertainty.
'Ron, I don't know why I feel this now or either why I am telling you at this time of morning, but I just have to tell you and that I …'
'Spit it out Hermione' he said softly
'Ron I think ..I think I love you'
Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. He didn't know whether to laugh or to cheer gut he knew he couldn't do either as this would ruin what he knew would be one of Ron's proudest moments ever because as his best friend, harry knew one thing about Ron that Hermione didn't.
'I love you too Hermione'
judging by the movement of bed sheets Ron had sat up and gave Hermione a hug. Soon after, harry heard pondering steps leave the room. When he thought it was all clear, he sat up right in his bed
'Nice one mate!'
'Shut up harry!' Ron said, trying to act angry but was failing helplessly as he could not wipe the cheerful smile of his face. He lay back down. Harry did also.
Just because Voldemort is out there, doesn't mean we can't be happy Harry thought to himself, and fell asleep.