Hey everyone! Thanks to all who reviewed! So, Yay! Finally! The chapter I've been looking forward to! I'm so excited!!!! I meant to post it sooner but I haven't exactly been in the happiest frame of mind lately. Please review and tell me what you think! Oh by the way, I have a summary for this story; I just haven't decided to post it yet. I will soon! Here it goes!

The weeks wore on. Hermione and Ginny had been busily making the wedding plans with Ron putting his input in whenever he could. With every day that passed they grew closer and closer to the wedding, and each day Hermione felt herself smile a little more. She was rapidly approaching the day she would, in fact, become Mrs. Ron Weasley, a title she had been hoping to earn since the age of eleven.

So far nearly all of the wedding plans had been finalized. They had already booked a place, picked out the gowns of the Brides Maids, and what the groom and his best man would be wearing, and well, basically everything but the wedding gown and the invitations were in the process of being sent. Everything was coming together, and the date was heading towards them like a speeding bullet.

Matt was in his car, driving to a Bridal shop to help Hermione choose her gown. She had called earlier, asking him for help.

"Hey Matt! How are you?"

"Good, and yourself?"

"I'm good, thanks. Listen are you busy today? I was wondering if you could do me a huge favor?"

"Sure, anything. What is it?"

"Could you, and I completely understand if you can't or don't want to, but could you please come with me to pick out my wedding gown?"

Matt hadn't answered right away. Lately Hermione had become completely blind by all that was occurring in her life, and seemed to forget how he felt. He understood. After all, getting married was a significant and exciting event, however he still wished she would take notice. "Oh—Hermione, I can't do that. W—What about Ginny?"

"She's busy today."

"What about Ron? Shouldn't he help you?"

"I don't think it would be good to pick out the dress with Ron. Besides, he's working late today, otherwise he would come."

"What about Harry?"

"Matt, please? This is the only chance I'll have to go look for a couple of weeks, and what if I can't find something then? The wedding isn't very far away. Besides, you're really good at these sorts of things. Please Matt? It'll only be for an hour or so. Not too long. Please?"

Matt sighed. "Alright. Where are we going?" It was something he honestly did not want to do, but she needed him so he was willing to comply. And so he parked his car parallel to the Bridal Shop, telling himself he would make the best of the situation.

He looked about. Was Hermione already there? There wasn't a car in front of him. He glanced at his mirrors. There was a white car behind him. It must be her car. Matt turned off the engine, locked the doors, and walked into the shop.

"Good afternoon, Sir. How may I help you?" A woman about twenty years old than him walked towards him. Her hair was in a tight bun with loose pieces of hair hanging down; her smile appeared to be somewhat fake and snooty.

"Oh, I'm suppose to meet someone—"

"Matt!" He turned around to find Hermione waving sweetly to him. She ran up to him and threw her arms around him for a quick hug. "Thanks for coming!"

"Oh, you're such a lovely couple," said the woman. "The wedding pictures will be absolutely adorable."

"Oh," said Hermione, realizing her actions had misled the woman.

"W—we aren't engaged," Continued Matt.

"He's helping me with dress shopping."

"Oh," The women paused for half a second. "How lovely! Well, anyway, let me help you get started." The three of them began to mull through the massive amount of dress choices. It was obvious the woman received a commission for her sales for she was constantly pointing out the most expensive and extravagant dresses. With Matt's help, Hermione was able to pick out three lovely dresses that weren't the price of a car. The lady led them around back to round room full of mirrors where Matt sat while Hermione ran into the dressing room to try them on.

The first one was pretty, but it just didn't fit right. The shoulders were too big. The second was adorable, and the third was beautiful, but none of the three had that one thing that she was looking for. Matt glanced over the three again. "I'll be right back."

Hermione stood on the small runway-type set up that was in between the dressing rooms, looking at herself in the mirror. She felt a bit odd, a bit strange, as she looked at herself in a wedding dress. It was sort of crazy, really! Almost like a dream. She was really about to get married. It was true. It was really true. In slightly over a month she would no longer be Miss Hermione Granger.

"Here's one!" Matt entered, handing her another dress. "I think this one will work out better." Hermione smiled at the kindness of her friend and walked back into the dressing room.

Matt sat down, waiting for her to come out. He didn't have to wait long for only a moment later did Hermione come out to show him. Matt stood in awe as she walked out. Hermione was smiling happily. "So?" She asked simply, "What do you think?"

"I—It's perfect!" Said Matt. Hermione was always amazingly beautiful, but the dress made her look absolutely stunning! "Look in the mirror!" Hermione turned slowly and then looked upon herself in the dress.

Her hands shot to her mouth to cover it as her jaw dropped. "Oh!" She said. "It's exactly what I wanted!" Matt walked up to join her on the runway. She gave him a hug as he did so. "Thank you so much, Matt! I'm so lucky to know you!" Matt smiled. "Oh, thank you! I—I can't believe it! It's perfect!"

"Except one thing," said Matt slyly.

"What?" Hermione stared at him for his answer. If there was one opinion in the world that counted, right now it was his.

Noticing his playful grin, she knew he was joking around. "You've got to see if it has the spin factor."

Chuckling, Hermione repeated, "Spin factor?"

"Yeah, spin factor." He held out his hand. "May I?" She placed her hand in his, with a slight nod. He held his hand and hers above her head and she began to spin, laughing sweetly the whole time as her dress began to twirl. Then he spun her around almost as if they were doing a moderate swing dance and they pulled into each other, hand in hand, inches from each other. "I definitely think it has the spin factor." He looked her in the eyes, but her eyes were somewhere else.

"Ron!" Hermione let go of Matt leaving him standing there and stepped off the runway towards Ron.

"'Mione," he exclaimed, "You look just—absolutely amazing!" He was obviously stunned by her beauty in he dress as well. "It's beautiful!"

"Matt helped me pick it out! Actually, he was the one who found it," said Hermione. Matt made his way down towards the two.

"Hey, Ron. How's it going?"

"Great, thanks, and yourself?"

"Not too bad."

Hermione cut in, "I'm going to go change." She skipped over to the dressing room to change back into her regular clothes.

"Thanks for helping her. I would have taken her but I was supposed to be working late." He said, lookingly slightly passive.

"It isn't a problem, really. I'm off today so..." Conversation drifted and Matt just wanted to leave the bridal shop. "Well, if she's done I think I'm going to head out."

"Oh, ok. Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I've got to get home. Tell her bye for me, will you?"

"Sure thing! And thanks, again."

"Yeah, no problem."

Matt exited managing a small goodbye from the worker. He stepped into his car surprised to find that no others were around them. He shrugged it off. Perhaps they had parked around the corner or something. He looked into the dress shop one more time momentarily watching Ron and Hermione interact. They did look quite happy together. The way Hermione looked at Ron just... lit up the sky. He wished she would look at him that way. Still, his wishes were nearly pointless as Hermione was engaged.

He had come to a conclusion; he had finally accepted it. Hermione was getting married, and he was ok with that. She felt Ron was the one for her so why try to divert her from happiness? She was happy and that's what mattered. He was slowly getting over here. Slowly, little by little, day by day, but it was progress all the same. Progress was slow, but the engagement had sped up the process, rather than calling for action.

As he watched the two he came to the conclusion, if there was one man besides him who was going to marry Hermione, he was glad it was Ron.

Matt stood in his apartment waiting for the beeping of the microwave. A storm had quickly blown in after Matt had left the dress shop and the rain was now falling with intensity so he was making himself hot chocolate before he sat down for his weekly television show.

Time moves slowly when you watch it. Matt deicded against staring down the timer and went to sit down on the couch, switching on the TV. Besides, it would be too hot to drink at first anyway; he might as well let it cool down. The show began, picking up from it's abrupt ending last week. Cliffhangers, they always drive you crazy.

Just then there was a loud crack! It was so loud, in fact, Matt nearly jumped. It sounded as if it were coming from the parking lot. He went to his window and looked over the rows of parked cars, scanning it for anything out of the ordinary. He searched every corner, but he saw nothing unusual. It must have just been a car backfiring.

With the mystery somewhat solved, he returned to the couch and began to watch his program again. Sometimes he found it odd how interested he was in the messed up, tangled lives of it's characters. He was only allowed to sit down for a minute for just then there was a loud urgent knock at the door. He switched off the TV and went to answer it, wondering who it could be.

Without bothering to look through the peephole, Matt unlocked the door revealing a dripping wet Hermione holding a suitcase. "Hermione, what are you—"

"He called it off," She said, her voice was desperately trying to maintain its strength. "Ron called the wedding off."