Wedding bells

Author note: Hello fellow fanfic writters, this is my first fanfic, so be nice laughs. Ok lets get started then, basically this is a Ron/Hermione pairing other pairings include Ginny/Harry and some touching moments from Molly and Arthur. So lets start and don't forget dear readers read and review. Thanks. All mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: Basically, nothing is mine except the plot. Restararaunt name and club name and OC mine, everything else characters, situations all belong to the wonderful J.K Rowling.

Chapter 2 Stag night to rival all Stag nights

Ron Weasley and Harry Potter were in the garden at the Burrow, lying on the grass basking in the late afternoon sunshine. They were there only temporarily, as Ron was moving back to the marital home with Hermione (once the wedding was over of course), and Harry back to the flat that he was sharing with Seamus and Dean. They were there because of Hermione and Ron's wedding to which Harry was the best man. Ron got up, stretched, and fetched two glasses of lemonade from the table, where there was a tumbler full. He sat back down handed Harry his glass and took a sip of his own. He set it down and laid back. He turned to look at Harry. Harry noticed that Ron looked a little subdued.

"Harry, I'm a little bit worried about tomorrow. Will she even turn up? I've waited so long for this," Ron said looking at Harry nervously. Harry turned to look at Ron and studied him. Poor bloke I would be worried too; having to say my vows in front of loads of people.

"Ron, don't worry you'll be fine. I know that you're a bit worried anyone would be. Just relax and everything will be fine. I'm your best man and I said so. Ok?" said Harry hoping to cheer him up a bit. He noticed that the gnomes were trying to get back into the holes they had been flung from, but Harry was too distracted by the noise in the kitchen to pay any attention.

"Fred and George, what have I told you about changing the suits different colours? They are that colour for a reason, now go up stairs and change them back," said Molly Weasley giving her son's a piece of her mind. I thought that when they left Hogwarts, they would be a little bit mature with their magic. Turns out I was wrong, thought Molly to herself. Fred and George went upstairs, and reluctantly went to sort out their little problem. They thought that they were a vast improvement on the previous colour. Some obviously didn't share their opinion. They looked in the wardrobe, retrieved the suits hanging up on coat hangers, and proceeded to change them back into the proper colour. Fred looked at George mischievously and gave him a slight smirk.

"Such a shame, I thought Ron would look quite fetching in a bright pink suit. Pity mum caught us. Imagine Hermione's face if she caught sight of Ron in a pink suite," said Fred looking at the suites and then at George. Fred noticed George had a wicked twinkle in his eye that he knew meant he was up to something. George walked over to the drawer and pulled something out; then closed the drawer carefully so it didn't look suspicious.

"I think I've found the ideal prank to pull at the wedding. I've found this," said George, holding a bag of what looked to be like a bag of Dung bombs, and crossing the room to talk to Fred.

"We can use these of as a distraction. Then, we can do something with the cakes, maybe put in some canary-creams or one of our new inventions; they won't even see this coming. What do you think? Any other ideas?" asked George, wondering if his brother had any other cunning ideas up his sleeve. He usually did and George was anxious to hear his plan.

"Yeah, well we can. Maybe when the new husband and wife get up and dance, we can do something so that they keep slipping over and falling on the floor. The cake idea is good though and we could make it explode. We can make the wedding rings shrink; and maybe perform the trip Jinx on everyone," said Fred as they walked down the stairs, and in to the small kitchen. Molly Weasley was preparing sandwiches for everyone. She also put a teapot, some cups; sugar and milk, and carried on preparing the sandwiches

"Your father will be back from the ministry soon. When he gets in, could you call me please? Oh and would tell Harry and Ron to come in?" said Molly placing the plate on the table and taking off her apron and going upstairs. Fred went outside and called in his brother and his friend.

"Oi! You two come on! There are sandwiches here for you. Got to keep your strength up for what we have got planned for you," said Fred, chuckling softly. He looked forward to seeing their faces when they find out. They got up and followed Fred into the small kitchen and sat down at the table. Then, they proceeded to eat the sandwiches from the plate. Ron looked up at Fred and wondered what they had planned for himself and Harry. Growing up with Fred and George, he knew it was going to be absolute uproar. He remembered the last time Fred and George had something 'planned' for him. They managed to make a slight 'change' in his appearance; he ended up with blue hair, pink robes and yellow shoes. He got back at them by making them eat a treacle tart, what they didn't know was it had Doxy droppings in it. He didn't think they had quite forgotten that last prank of his and Ron felt that they would be only too willing to get back at him for that.

"Fred, what did you say that you had 'planned' for me and Harry?" wondered Ron, with a slightly worried look at Harry. Fred, noticing the worried look Ron gave Harry, began to tell them of their plans for: Operation bachelor night.

"Well, we thought - and Harry planned it with us also- that you, dear brother deserve a Stag Night. So that you can enjoy your last night of freedom," Fred said, looking at George, who was nodding enthusiastically.

They waited for his delighted response when Ron said, "What's a Stag night? I've never heard of that before, what do you do?"

Harry turned to Ron to explain what it was. "Basically, it's what Muggle men do when they are about to get married, you go out and have fun with your friends and drink a lot. It's really just an excuse to go out and make menaces of all of us," Harry looked at his watch. "Right then, let's get dressed and go out on the town boys, by the way where are we going first?" said Harry looking at Fred or George. Fred waited before replying.

"Well, we are going to the Three Broomsticks first, then on to a club. It's called the Dancing Dragon; it's very exclusive and very nice. I know the owner; used to go to Hogwarts," said Fred. "Now, come on! We're meeting Seamus, Dean, Neville and Lee at the pub. Get a move on!" They all scrambled upstairs and into their respective bedrooms. Ron went up to his wardrobe and began getting all his clothes out; and laid them on his bed so that he can see them all. He picked each shirt up, with a pair of trousers and held them against him. He decided he needed more help and went to look in his full-length mirror. He finally chose a pair of faded jeans and a simple green T-shirt with trainers. He took one final glance in his mirror, and went to find Harry. He saw him looking beaten sitting on the bedclothes strewn on the floor.

"You know, mum will go mental if she sees the mess in here," said Ron in mock concern, standing in the doorway of Harry's room. Harry looked up at the sound of Ron's voice, waving his arm so that Ron could come in and began to speak.

"Yeah, I know I'm sorry. I'll clean it up in a minute. It's just I don't know what to do about Ginny. I like her. It's just that I feel that she doesn't want me; or there's always something - or someone - trying to get in the way when I try to talk to her. I mean, it was hard enough before trying to get dates for the Yule Ball but now it doesn't seem to be getting easier. Sorry. It's meant to be your special day and here I am wallowing in self pity," said Harry throwing Ron an apologetic look, and getting to his feet.

"Could you help me with this? Wow Ron! You look great. If only Hermione could see you now, eh?" said Harry and gave Ron a knowing wink. Ron got to his feet and helped Harry put all his clothes away neatly.

"Don't worry about Ginny, I've got a feeling something will happen at the wedding..." Harry looked slightly suspicious at the sudden twinkle in Ron's eye.

"I mean, what with all the couples and romantic music. There's bound to be some flirting," said Ron, batting his eyelashes at Harry. Finally everything seemed to be in order. They began making their way downstairs and into the living room to wait for Fred and George. Molly and Arthur were spread out on the biggest chair, cuddling each other and touching hands. Ron saw them and gave a look to Harry, indicating that he thought it was gross. Harry thought it was sweet. That two people that had been together for as long, as Molly and Arthur had, could still be so besotted with each other was so lovely. They saw that two people had entered the room and stopped cuddling. Harry could see that Molly had turned the brightest shade of red and Arthur clearing his throat, started making conversation.

"Hello. Harry, Ron. Going out anywhere special tonight?" said Arthur looking at Harry and Ron all dressed up. Ron looked at his dad.

"Yeah! Fred, George and Harry have planned a Stag Night for me to 'celebrate my last night of freedom'. We're going to the pub and then a club. So don't wait up," said Ron, looking at his watch. He sat down and Harry did the same. Fred and George always seemed to take forever to get ready to go out. He wished they would hurry up; he was beginning to become nervous at what they had planned for him. Finally, after about ten minutes, they came downstairs. Ron overcome with relief, decided not to berate them for taking too long, and began to walk out the door. They walked down the path left of their house, suddenly Fred stopped. He crouched down, looking for something. Everyone else began looking at Fred, clearly fearing for his sanity.

Fred looked up, wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, and said, "It's the Portkey I was looking for! Honestly, did you lot think I'd gone mad or something?" George following suite, smacked Fred lightly on the shoulder, as he was crouching, and said.

"I was slightly wondering why you stopped suddenly and started crouching like an idiot. By the way what does the Portkey look like?" asked George walking around in circles.

Fred looked up and said,"It's an old worn out boot. Should be easy to spot as it's hardly something a Muggle would pick up, would it?" They finally found the boot and they all held on to it. They started to go around in circles as the Portkey was taking them to their destination. Harry was starting to feel slightly dizzy. Ron on his other side could feel his shoulders banging against his. After a while, they were finally at their destination: The Dancing Dragon Club, Fred had chucked the old boot away and led the gang to the front entrance of the club and saw the queue.

"Bloody hell! It's busy tonight Anyway let's join the queue," said Fred, who was now walking towards the back of the queue.

TBC