Summary: Every one knows Hermione and Ron are the perfect couple. They just don't know it yet. With Christmas in sight and Harry and Ginny's wedding nearing , the "Get Ron and Hermione Together Club" (GRHT Club) is in full swing but will it earn its two most important members? All will be revealed…

A/N: Hello my splendid readers. I love Ron and Hermione ships and this is my favourite I've written. Please read and review! All comments appreciated. So with out further ado I give you….

Chapter One: Monday Morning, Wedding Time.

The problem with Ron and me, wasn't a problem with me and Ron it was a problem between me and Ron and all onlookers. Apparently, we were meant to be, lovers destined to be together, however I myself thought we were friends and he was a git most of the time but a lovable one. I loved him but I wasn't in love with him. However everyone else was sure of mine and Ron's feelings. Hagrid practically picks the wedding date every time he sees us in a ten mile radius together. Harry just smirks and says all will fall into place, while Molly and Arthur wait expectantly for me and Ron to announce our engagement.

There have been many attempts to get us on the right track. There's the placing us next to each other at formals, "mixing" up the name places to say Mr. And Mrs. Weasely and organising "family" dinners where surprisingly only me and Ron show up. You think they would have given up hope but obviously not. It's Harry and Ginny's wedding next week and I'm chief bridesmaid while god forbid Ron, yes Ron is best man. Shocking isn't it. The last minute adjustments are taking place and I'm sure the "Get Ron and Hermione Together Club" or GRHT club for short will be in full swing.

Bleep, bleep, an extremely tired hand that belonged to an extremely tired body reached across from her bed to the cursed bleeping object, other wise known as an alarm clock. Eight o'clock Monday morning, was there a worse time in the week? I think not. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and sat up. It wouldn't be long before she was caught up in the chaos of "The Wedding" of the year. She yawned and grudgingly stepped out of her warm bed to the carpet. She crossed the room quickly and made her way to the tiny kitchen. Everything in her flat was tiny but she liked it that way it was homely. It was Hermione's flat, book upon book stacked everywhere and yet spotless. She poured a glass of orange juice and awaited her morning owls. At ten minutes and sixteen and three quarters of a second past eight there was a flutter at the usual window. She reached over from atop her stool and let the bird into the room. Jasper was her first owl. She was a gift from Ron one birthday. Jasper cooed as Hermione stroked the top of her head and then pulled off the post fixed to the owl's leg. Letting the golden brown owl fly out again.

Bills, the Daily Prophet, one from Molly and one from Mr.Geoffries. Not too bad she thought at least there was none from a smitten or paranoid Ginny (depended what day). She unfolded the daily Prophet first. There was a huge headline "Six days to the big day" underneath was a cute picture of Harry with his arms wrapped tightly round Ginny's waist. They were both smiling brightly and every so often Harry would give her a little tickle and a peck on the cheek as she squirmed warmly in his embrace. That was love she thought. She sometimes wished she was the one getting married, not having to be alone but those thoughts were very secret ones.

She next picked up the note from Mr. Geoffries next, he was her extremely British boss at the Ministry who had a strange habit of calling everyone by pet names. She read it carefully,

Ms. Granger,

I've heard about the big day my little pancake, wish Harry and Ginny congratulations for me. I'll be there on the day kitten. Keep a slice of cake for me. That report on house elf origins was absolutely smashing my flower that Prof. Of what ever it's called knows poppy cock. I'll see you on Saturday with that wonderful MALE "friend" of yours.

Yours Sincerely,

Mr.Geoffries.

She rolled her eyes. He was obviously another member of the club. Ever since he saw her and Ron one lunch time by the photo copier he's been an avid fan. She discarded the bills placing them on top of the work surface and picked up the last piece of parchment. She lightly peeled the Weasely seal from the parchment and began to read.

Hermione dear,

Ginny and I are going for her final fitting this morning. You and Ron are the last to have your outfits checked. I've organised for him to stop by your flat this morning around quarter past eight. You know how near to Christmas it is and well, Diagon Alley goes absolutely mad with Christmas shoppers, early bird always catches the worm I say. Meet me and Gin later at eleven at the Burrow.

Love,

Molly

This wedding thing was advancing quickly she thought. conjuring a slice of toast she smiled at Mrs. Weasely's latest attempt of getting her and a certain Mr. Weasely together. There was a pop and her favourite Redhead appeared. Speak of the devil himself.

"Hey Herm." Ron called from the hall.

"Come in" she replied, pulling her nightdress as far down as it would go.

"Morning sunshine" Ron bellowed as he entered the little kitchen.

Hermione turned around and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Early isn't it?" she smiled glancing at his appearance. He had obviously just woken up. His eyes were dozy and his shirt was only half tucked in. He looked like a little four year old who had skipped his coco pops today.

"Huh… yeah" he managed. " Got any cereal Herm?"

"Third cabinet to the right."

"Thanks"

"Late night?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he smiled waggling an eyebrow suggestively as he grabbed a bowl and some milk.

"That's a no then"

"Hey it could have been" he protested beginning to munch on his Sugarpuffs.

"I wasn't born yesterday, the last date you had was about six or seven months ago."

"It wasn't that long."

"Yes it was, Naomi, wasn't it?"

"Yeah talk about someone loving themselves….that was a bloody baaad date."

"I thought as Witch Weekly's fifth most eligible bachelor four years running, after saving the world and all you would have been beating off the witches with a broom."

"I don't know, I'm just waiting for the right one I suppose."

" I know what you mean"

"Well you should it hasn't exactly been a matter of minutes since you had a boyfriend either. What was your man's name…Nigel, mmmmm nasty bugger, he was."

"Ron, he was a perfect gentleman."

"Yes, well who are you taking to the wedding?"

"You, of course!."

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