Disclaimer: As I have said before I do not own Harry Potter or anything else in this story except the plot which I thought up with my own brilliant mind.

A/N: To my new reviewers

Lilliesofthevalley: I already sent you a reply on your review therefore it would be repetitive of me to reply again.

geekybre: thanks for the review on chapter one. Sorry I can't change my review list on chapter 2. and thanks for the review on chapter 2.

EyesOfBlue1993: Here's what you asked for. Another chapter.

To my other reviewers of the last chapter I really didn't give you much time to reply, and for this I am sorry. But I needed to get this next chapter out because I wanted to.

Anyways, on with the story.

The Wedding

Ron's mouth dropped open when he saw Hermione. His first thought was "Bloody hell she's beautiful." Then he thought "Of course she is you prat. She always has been." Soon he was having an argument inside of his head, something he had never done before.

Finally he realized he was still staring at Hermione and he blushed scarlet. He thought he saw a pink tinge appear in her cheeks, but the moment he had thought to look again, Hermione had already gone back in the dressing room to change.

Not that he minded. Hermione had always looked beautiful to him, no matter what she wore. But inwardly he was worshiping Bill for making Hermione a bridesmaid.

As the shop owner fussed with his collar, he glanced at Fleur. Apparently she was happy with this appointment too.

Soon they left the shop with their arms full with the boxes of their dresses and shoes that they had bought. Immediately upon arrival at the Burrow the eldest Weasley's and Fleur left to meet with the caterer leaving the foursome under the "watchful" eyes of Fred and George. The twins gave them a full demo of their new products.

Over the next few hours Ron found himself staring at Hermione almost constantly. But there was hardly any time to dream about relationships with Hermione. The wedding was almost upon them and they had so much to do.

The next few days were a blur with all the preparations that had to be done such as clean all the rooms, find some place for all the excess relatives to stay overnight, decorate the church, decorate the reception hall for after the wedding, go to the rehearsal, throw a bridal shower, throw a bachelor party, make sure the food and the flowers are all ready be delivered on time, make sure the dresses and suits are absolutely perfect, and especially keep the bride and the mother of the groom calm. (A/N: I know that all of this stuff should have been done way before 3 days to the wedding but I had the idea and I needed to write something down. Don't hate me for this.) Every night Ron went to bed sore and stiff and wishing that this was over.

Finally the big day had arrived. Everything was going perfectly. People would get up, get dressed, do some last minute checking, greet the guests, go to the church, go to the reception, and finally go home and get some well deserved rest.

Well at least this is how it was supposed to go. But it was a nightmare.

The bride and groom woke up late, the guests arrived early, the flowers weren't delivered until everyone was waiting impatiently for them, which was 1 and a half later, the church service ran late, someone had started to eat the food the caterer had brought, and Ginny had lost one of her shoes. (A/N: Again I had the idea that something went wrong with the wedding so I made all this stuff up. Please don't hate.)

But with some calming by Mr. Weasley everything was back on track. By back on track Ron meant 2 hours off schedule which means that he wouldn't get home 'till like 2:00 in the morning.

Now everyone was a little bit calmer. Well everyone except the bride and the mother of the groom. They unfortunately wouldn't shut up at all and it took the combined efforts of Mr. Weasley, Ron, Hermione, and Harry to get them calmed down before the wedding.

After days, months of hard work the wedding began. The walking down the aisle went O.K, the first thing that actually had. The minister droned on and on about love and who knows what else.

Ron was growing bored. He began to fidget from standing so long. The minister's words seemed to be taking a long time to reach his brain. His eyelids were drooping. He was feeling very sleepy. He blinked. Or so it seemed.

Hermione elbowed him in the ribs. "What?" he said stupidly as he woke up. He looked around. They were the only two left in the church.

"Come on Ron," Hermione said urgently. "They've probably already started."

"Started what?" Ron asked. He still had no idea what was going on.

"The party you idiot," Hermione said. "I noticed you weren't in there so I came in here to look for you." With that she grabbed his hand and began tugging him out of the church.

"What happened?" Ron asked as he half walked, half ran along the aisle, still holding Hermione's hand.

"I'm not sure, but I think you might have managed to fall asleep during the service," she said looking at him. Her face was stern.

Ron was about to say something when he noticed something else on her face. Her eyes. They were twinkling merrily. She wasn't mad at him. She was laughing at him.

Ron laughed as they reached the door to the reception hall. He looked at their interlocked hands. As though sensing his gaze, Hermione pulled her hand away. Ron noticed she avoided his eyes.

"Oh and by the way," Hermione said, smiling. "When your mom realized what had probably happened, she wasn't happy. But I said I'd take care of you. So act hurt." She smiled again and walked into the room.

Ron stared after her. And for the second time since 4th year, he partially admitted to himself that he just might love his best friend.

A/N: I know it was kind of cheesy but I needed something to lead up to my next chapters, so here it was. Don't hate me and review soon. I'd love to here from all of you.