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…

Chapter two: The Fitting.

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"Me?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"Yes, you! You dimwit," Hermione answered.

"Won't that mean there will be even more bait for our little supporters to go fishing?"

"Well, it's not as if they wouldn't try to make us go together anyway. We're saving us and the rest of them the hassle."

"I'm not sure it's a good idea, Hermione. You know what they're like. They'll be deciding on baby names before the reception if we give them any leeway."

"I like Annabelle…."

"What?"

"For our first."

"You've been spending way too much time with Mum."

"Look. We go. We get drunk. We wallow in our misery about being so alone and then we pose for the photographs. How bad can it be?"

"Awful."

"Probably but we'll just have to find out. You're coming with me."

"Okay, okay we're going together," Ron stated shrugging his shoulders.

"Good. Now that that's settled we had better get a move on."

After Hermione made Ron clean up the mess he'd made, they grabbed their wands and Apparated to the centre of Diagon Alley.

The street was tremendously crowded with shoppers and it took them five minutes to make their way to their destination.

The bell jingled as Ron pushed the door of Madame Malkin's open. It was freezing cold outside and both Ron and Hermione were extremely glad to feel the warmth of the shop. An elderly woman appeared suddenly bustling up to meet them. She was a short, stout woman. She had a spring in her step and a twinkle in her eye and her spectacles were lying dangerously close to the very end of her nose. She smiled warmly as she reached them both.

"What can I do for you?" she asked.

"Oh, we're here for the fitting of the Potter-Weasley party. I'm chief bridesmaid and Ron here is best man," Hermione spoke.

"Yes, yes I remember, now right this way."

She led them through a maze of elegant and glamorous eveningwear. Up and down steps, through doors, up two lifts and down one corridor until they reached a door way with the sign "Bridal Wear" overhead. The woman pushed the gilt door open to reveal a massive room.

The room was dazzling. Its walls were a pale gold that glistened invitingly. The floor was a shiny beige marble and there were rows upon rows of bridal clothing. She led them down an aisle toward the end of the room. Hermione glanced at the wonderful dresses longingly. She may not have been a fashion addict but she could appreciate these dresses in all their finery. Ron, however, just followed the two women in trepidation. Shopping had never been his thing. The woman stopped abruptly at a row labeled "Potter-Weasley." She pulled out two neatly tied packages.

"Here you go. Changing rooms are third door to the right. I'll be with you in a minute," she instructed.

Ron sighed as they finally found the third door to the right. He was getting tired of this already and they hadn't even tried on the clothes yet. The fitting rooms were quite bare. There were two cubicles with heavy wine drapes and golden tassels. One very overpowering gold-rimmed mirror faced them. They both looked at each other and strode up to the separate cubicles.

Hermione carefully untied the package to reveal a crimson dress. Her eyes widened at the softness of the silk. She slowly slid the zipper down. She undressed and stepped into the luxurious garment. As she fastened the dress, she heard a swear escape from the other cubicle. She shook her head and pulled her own curtain open.

"Ron?"

"Bloody Muggle contraption. Why must Harry be so different…" he babbled furiously.

"Can I come in?"

"What?"

Hermione pulled Ron's curtain open. There he stood, pants half undone, shirt hanging out and fiddling with his tie. He was red and flustered looking but he managed a sheepish smile. Hermione had to laugh. She had no idea Ron would find it this difficult to wear a Muggle suit properly.

"Here, let me."

She fixed the collar of his shirt and began to tie his tie. She was in very close proximity to Ron now. She could smell his aftershave. It smelled nice. It was manly but it wasn't overwhelming. A single shiver ran down her back as she looked him straight in the eye. They were so blue. She could get lost in them but she didn't want to lose herself in those pools, she reminded herself. Her mouth was awfully dry. She swallowed hard, almost forgetting what she was meant to be doing. She quickly looked down at the tie, pulling her eyes away from his mesmerising gaze.

"You look beautiful, Hermione." Ron murmured.

"Well, you'll look very handsome indeed once I'm done," she smiled, the moment gone.

Ron shifted uneasily. It was hard to avoid Hermione at times like these. At these times he would even agree that they were meant to be but these moments didn't last long. Either he or Hermione always stopped whatever might be about to happen before it did. They were friends. Best friends not lovers and both knew this. Both knew that they would never be anything more until one of them let their barriers down. This, however, was very unlikely.

"There you are, sir." Hermione beamed.

"Thanks."

"Just tuck in your shirt and zip your pants and I'll meet you outside," she spoke as she shimmied out of the dressing room.

Just as she closed the curtain behind her the old woman emerged, complete with a pincushion.

"Okay dearie. Up on the stand, please," the woman initiated.

Hermione stood up gracefully and peered at herself in the mirror. It was certainly tight, she thought.

"It's a bit small, isn't it?" Hermione asked the woman, biting her lip.

"Form fitting, dear," the woman corrected her as she began adjusting the dress with her wand.

"Errr yes. I suppose you could say that."

Hermione once again stared at herself in the mirror. It was an exquisite halter neck dress. It gently swept over her curves and ended in a slight flair. The colour was a deep crimson, and the silk felt divine on her skin. She turned around to look at the back. The back was quite daring to say the least. Her whole back was bare. Three single diamonds hung like teardrops down the nape of her back and the material only began as it skimmed her lower back.

"Are you sure this is the right dress?" Hermione asked nervously.

"Yes, I'm positive. The bride and her mother picked it out just yesterday. Said something about you wanting to spice up your date with someone special at the wedding."

"They did, did they?"

"Something like that, yes," the woman smiled as she adjusted a pin..

"Right, well, I should have known, " Hermione huffed.

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