AU! EWE

THC

Slytherin, Muggle Studies (stand-in)

Drabble

Prompt: (word) fairytale

WC: 999/1000

Who would have thought Hermione Granger would be getting married in a pair of jeans and a shirt?

"You ready?" Ginny grinned, walking into the bedroom. "He's getting antsy out there."

Hermione laughed, picking up the makeshift veil she had Transfigured. "Help me put this on, please. I don't know what I'm doing."

While Ginny pinned the veil in her hair, Hermione stayed still, gazing at her reflection and thinking of her fiancé.

When Ginny complained about how her brother couldn't stop worrying about being left at the altar, her heart warmed at the thought of him waiting out there for her. Hermione wasn't even sure if she could ever leave him.

"Your brother's an idiot. I'm not going to leave him standing there—who does he take me for?"

Ginny snickered. "Well, he's your idiot. Are you sure you still want to marry him? If you change your mind, I've got three more brothers in storage."

Hermione laughed at Ginny's comment. "No, thanks. I'm happy with this one."

"Suit yourself," Ginny said with a grin. She stepped back and sighed happily. "I can't wait for you to get married."

"That's because you can elope with Harry without Molly scolding you," Hermione said with a half-hearted glare.

"Correction: Mum will still scold us when she finds out, but she'll be so happy you're finally an official part of the family that she won't yell as much."

Hermione laughed because it was true. Molly would definitely be hurt by their decision to elope, but Hermione knew it was better this way.

Neither she nor her fiancé had wanted a big fairytale-like wedding like Bill and Fleur's, although it sounded magical. They both preferred small, intimate gatherings rather than large crowds of people they didn't care for. They didn't care about wearing expensive, stuffy dresses or robes, and neither did they want a huge chapel decorated with twinkling lights or huge bouquets of flowers.

They just wanted to get married and start their life together.

Just then, the bedroom door swung open and Bill poked his head inside, his eyes covered with his hand. "Knock-knock! Is everyone decent? I don't want to see random nipples or anything else hanging out."

Ginny snorted and said, "Everyone's decent, Bill! Open your eyes."

Bill peeked through his fingers before grinning at Hermione. "Aww, you look wonderful! Let's get you married so I can return to Fleur. You know, even if she denies it, how touchy she gets during her pregnancies. The cheeky witch can't keep her hands off me!"

"I'll tell her to stop if you keep boasting about it. Then you can deal with a mortified Fluer rather than a horny one," Ginny threatened, and Bill cried out in mock-anger. Hermione laughed at them and walked towards the door, the two Weasleys squabbling behind her.

As they exited the small cottage, Bill took hold of Hermione's and Ginny's arm while still arguing loudly. Without any warning, he Disapparated with them.

They landed in a small valley, where the grass swayed in the breeze, and birds chirped as they flew towards the distant mountains, which were home to the Romanian dragons.

Hermione turned around and gasped softly.

A beautiful archway stood covered with soft, petal-pink and angel-white flowers that looked like they had come straight out of a fairytale. Ron was standing underneath it, grinning excitedly. But it was her fiancé who made her heart pound and stomach clench.

Charlie stood with his hands clasped behind him. His biceps bulged under his black leather jacket, the white t-shirt he wore moulded perfectly to his chest, and the jeans he wore hugged his strong thighs. Even though he wasn't wearing anything different than what he usually did, Hermione's mouth went dry.

But it was the look in his eyes that caught—and held—her attention.

His cerulean-blue eyes were so soft and full of love. His smile was almost as bright as his eyes, and the love and affection he felt for her were obvious.

Hermione had no doubts about marrying her cheeky dragon-tamer, but if she'd had any, she was sure they disappeared into thin air, leaving behind only feelings of love and happiness.

She didn't notice she had walked all the way up to Charlie until he took her hand and lifted it to his mouth. He gazed into her eyes and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. He teased, "Careful, Gorgeous. You look so beautiful you'll make the bride jealous."

Hermione chuckled and squeezed his hands. "Hello to you too, Mr Weasley."

Charlie beamed and bent down to kiss her hello, but Ron's hands were suddenly separating them. "Hey, no kissing before you're married!"

Charlie grinned and said, "Alright, Ron. Marry us quickly so I can take my wife back and make sweet love to her all night long."

"Ew, gross!" Ron gagged exaggeratedly, and Hermione laughed at his reaction.

The wedding passed in a blur. Charlie and Hermione spent it gazing into each other's eyes like lovestruck idiots—Bill and Ginny had to snap them out of it. Finally, Ron said the magic words.

"You may kiss the bride. No tongues, please."

Charlie whooped and picked her up before dipping her and giving her a passionate kiss—slipping her his tongue—that had her toes curling and heart thundering against her ribs.

She was happy Ron had asked Charlie if he could officiate their wedding. Although she and Ron hadn't worked out, they still were best friends. After their mutual breakup, Ron had nudged her towards Charlie, pointing out how Charlie would be better suited for her.

Long ago, Hermione wouldn't have believed it to be true, but now, she knew they were perfect for one another. They just… clicked. She tempered Charlie's recklessness through her cautiousness, while he brought her out of her shell by taking her on adventures she actually liked.

Hermione had once thought Ron was her fairytale Prince Charming, but in the end, it turned out Ron was just her Fairy Godmother.