A/N: This is just for short Harry Potter drabbles. I'll probably rarely update, but I decided to post this anyway… because I love to improve. So, criticism is welcome and appreciated! Thanks!

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Hermione Granger was worried today and worried oh so much. Indeed today was Bill and Fleur's wedding but there was still so much to worry about. Who knows what could happen? What if Death Eaters attacked? What if Voldemort showed up? What if the wedding didn't go as Fleur planned? Oh, she would be infuriated! And… and what if Ron didn't like her dress? What if Ron got the wrong impression of Viktor showing up? Oh, what if?

The seventeen-year-old knew she was thinking – and worrying – too much but if she weren't cautious then, who knows? Anything could happen. Just anything.

Hermione tied the maroon ribbon at the waist of dark red, velvet dress with a flourish, turning to the sparkling mirror at her wake. Gazing at her soft reflection, the witch forced a small, nervous smile, trying to blink back the tears threatening to spill and ruin her carefully done make-up. Blinking once, twice… three times, Hermione Granger finally felt ready to descend down to the backyard of the Burrow where the wedding would take place.

The yard had been made lavishly with baskets and baskets of red, full roses. The Burrow seemed almost… well, magical. Everything was beautiful, everything. Everyone was smiling, though slight worry seemed to be etched in everyone's face… but what could they do? Deaths were running high; the wedding was possibly the happiest thing in the Wizarding World at the moment… Sighing, Hermione glanced around for a familiar face.

Oh, Ron… where was Ron? Hermione felt a hand on her shoulder and without a moment of thought, she knew who it was. She turned around, quickly, all the worries suddenly disappearing.

"Ron!" said Hermione, her voice lowering to a whisper. Her deep, brown eyes traveled to the tall redhead's blue eyes. Everything felt safe there and she wanted to stay there forever.

"He – Hermione…" stammered Ron. "Y – you look b – beautiful!" He seemed truly sincere, Hermione thought as she continued to stare into his blue, blue eyes. She couldn't help but smile. Ron was so sweet.

"Thanks, Ron. You don't look too bad yourself," replied Hermione. She was quite honest too. He cleaned up pretty nicely. Turning away from Ron, the seventeen-year-old glanced around. There was Harry with Ginny… they seemed to be enjoying their last few days together even though they did break up. And… Fred and George with two girls Hermione did not recognize. And, of course Mr. and Mrs. Weasley… there just seemed to be this euphoric glow emanating from the yard, itself. Everyone was happy, too happy, as if Voldemort didn't even exist. Why couldn't Hermione let go of her fears? Just this once.

"Well, shall we?" asked Ron, holding out an arm. Hermione grinned. Yes, just this once. Who knows? Anything could happen.