A/N: Sorry I took so long! But never fear, CHAPTER ELEVEN IS HERE!

Chapter 11: The Wedding

Before they all knew it, it was time for the wedding. For the wedding party, it meant they only had one last time to rehearse. Hermione took Neville's arm and walked down the aisle – careful not to step on the sky blue bride's maids dress she was wearing. The organ played the infamous wedding tune. Then, Hermione heard a shriek from the front of the line.

As she (and everyone else had expected), it was Fleur. "I 'annot vork with 'im!" she shrieked, detaching herself from Ron. Harry and Ginny, who were not in their wedding outfits yet, looked distressed.

"'E is 'orrible," Fleur went on, "I've seen monkeys that valk better then 'im! 'E " Ginny cut her off before things could get out of hand. "Fine, fine!" We'll change your partner!" Ginny looked over at her fiancé, who gave her an approving glance; none of them wanted to face the wrath of Fleur Delacour–Weasley. "Hermione and Fleur, switch!"

Hermione looked around; half hoping this was a bizarre dream. She didn't know why she felt this way, but she did.

Fleur flipped her long sheet of white-blonde hair as Hermione abandoned Neville and walked up the aisle to take her place next to Ron. When she linked arms with him, an odd, tingly feeling shot down her spine. She is walking down the aisle to her own wedding, dressed in a beautiful white gown…Hermione shook the thought from her head vigorously.

They finished their rehearsals and Ginny and Harry departed in different directions to change. Mrs. Weasley followed Ginny, running to catch up with her daughter, looking as if she just won the lottery.

"When Mum and Dad brought the news that we were going to have a baby sisters I was thinking: Oh no!" The guest laughed politely as Ron made his best man speech at the reception party.

This was a part of The Three Broomsticks that Hermione had never seen. It was a big room with lots of tables draped in white tablecloths set with silver and white balloons.

"You grew up and we fought…you might have hexed me a couple of times, but I love you and always have. I love you Ginny." The guest clapped and Mrs. Weasley wiped her eyes. Ginny also cried, her hand entwined with Harry's. Ron continued his speech and looked over at Harry, "Harry, you're my best mate; I know you'll take care of my sister. You defeated You-know-who and have saved us loads of times- what can't you do, right?" Harry smiled sheepishly. "I love you guys," Ron concluded his speech and Ginny gave her brother a big hug, getting tears of joy on his suit.

A while later, the crowd danced and Hermione watched from her seat at the dining table next to Luna, whose dress made her eyes pop shockingly. She had danced with Harry and with Neville, in a friends only way, of course. But Ron wouldn't ask her to dance, and it was driving her nuts.

Ask me to dance, you moron! Hermione thought angrily. She thought she might cry, how was anyone that stupid? Hermione looked over at the happy newlyweds, neither of them noticed as they swished across the dance floor.

Hermione felt a knot in her stomach. Don't be selfish, the world doesn't revolve around you. Not everyone is looking after you, making sure you feel alright and are happy every single second of the day. She willed herself not to cry. The world doesn't revolve around you.

"They look lovely together, don't they?" Luna observed, her blue eyes on Ginny and Harry. Hermione nodded her agreement.

Suddenly, Hermione couldn't stand it anymore. Once she saw Ron walk out the doors, she followed him without saying a word of departure to Luna.

She pushed open the doors into the kind of afternoon weather that would make her hair stand up. Hermione looked around for a moment, and then spotted Ron, standing with Fred and George.

Hermione wasn't sure what she had planed, but marched up to him immediately. Her face must have shone what she was feeling, because Fred and George instantly stopped laughing. "Can we talk?" She said, trying to get the annoyance out of her voice. "All right," he said as he departed from the group and followed Hermione around the corner of the building.

"So," he said, trying to sound casual, "What's up?"

"Do you love me?" She blurted.

"What?" Ron asked, a little taken aback.

"Do you love me!" she asked again, more forceful this time.

"Hermione, I really don't under-"

Now she was crying. "If you love me just tell me now and get it over with!"

Ron had a horrible flash back of the Yule Ball. He looked at her in disbelief, was she really asking him this right now? Hermione stared at him, tears falling from her chocolate brown eyes. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't say yes, but he couldn't say no because that would be lying to her, which he really didn't want to do.

She stared at him for one more second, then turned around and walked away, leaving Ron standing there, feeling like a fool.

A/N: What did ya think? One more chapter left! Also: please read my Hermione/Ron one-shot, "Saying Sorry"!