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Chapter 12: The Wedding...Maybe...

It was time for the wedding! Hermione walked down the aisle with her dad and went up to stand next to Ron at the alter. The priest went on talking (you know the whole bible thing) and then he asked the one question Hermione had been dreading for a couple days.

The priest said, "If there is anyone here that does not want this couple to wed, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Hermione and Ron both looked out into the audience. Hermione's dad didn't stand up, but Molly Weasley did.

"I don't think this couple should wed." Her voice boomed over the silent awestruck crowd.

"Mum." Ron whispered, looking at her.

Hermione broke down in tears (a/n. yes i know very unhermioneish, but oh well.) and Ron took her in his arms to comfort her. "Shh, 'Mione. It's gonna be ok."

"Mum, I thought you wanted us to get married? I thought you liked Hermione."

"Don't get me wrong. I do like Hermione, but just not as your wife." She emphasized the word wife. "I encouraged this engagement...per say... because I didn't think you guys were serious. I mean you're only 17."

"So what, mum. Who cares if we're only 17? I love Hermione and she loves me. I always thought that that would be enough for you." He continued, rubbing Hermione's back, tears stinging behind his eyes.

"No it is not enough. I need you with someone you can spend the rest of your life with."

"Hermione is someone who I can sp-"

Hermione had gotten enough control to talk. "Can I talk to you for a minute, Ron?" She didn't wait for an answer, but walked him off the alter about 50 feet away, but everyone could still hear most of it anyway.

"Ron, listen to me. I love you. I really do. More than anything in the world, but maybe it just wasn't meant to be."

"What...Hermione, no."

"Listen to me, Ron."

He nodded.

"Some people love each other, but it still doesn't work out. Maybe we are that kind of couple."

"'Mione, don't talk about us that way."

"Ron, I'm sorry." She starts, tears still pouring down her face. Ron wiped them away with his thumbs, "but we aren't us anymore. Now we are just Ron and Hermione."

"I don't want to believe it."

"Me neither, but we have to." She paused. "Can I have one lst kiss before we aren't us anymore?"

Ron stepped in closer and brought her into a very deep, very desperate kiss. They broke apart and Hermione turned and ran as fast as her legs would allow while wearing heels. Ginny followed her. Ron fell to his knees and let out a sob as tears started to pour down his face. His mother came over adn put a hand on his back. "It was for the best, Ronnie." He looked up with a tear stained face and then stood up.

"It's all your fault. I lost the love of my life; my soul mate; my one and only because of you."

When she looked at his face she could see the hurt on his face and could hear the hurt in his voice when he spoke. He ran up into the house, into Ginny's room where he found Hermione; with a tear stained face worse than his and a hurt look on her face.

"Can I talk to 'Mione alone, Ginny?" He asked.

"Sure."

Ginny left and Ron turned and sat down on the bed beside Hermione.

"I'm sorry again, 'Mione."

She laid her head on his shoulder and cryed some more.

"I guess this is the end of our friendship, too, huh?"

She looked up shocked, "What do you mean, 'the end of our friendship?'"

"Well you said that if I ever hurt you...again, anyway...that we would get a divorce or in this case a bread up. Most people that get break ups or divorces usually stop being friends, too."

"Ron, I may not be able to be your wife, but taht doesn't mean I don't want to stop being your friend, also."

"How about this? After graduation, we pack up and move somewhere where my parents will never find us and then get married there."

"I don't know, Ron."

"Come on Hermione." He said, lacing there fingers together. "Please, I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you and my mum isn't going to ruin it or my love for you. Please, 'Mione, for me."

"Ok. But we have to pretend that we don't want to be friends anymore so our parents don't suspect anything."

"Ok. Great idea." He leaned in and kissed her. "Should we tell Harry and Ginny?"

"Nope, not this time. We can send them an owl once we get to wherever we're going."

"Ok." They kissed again and then Ron apparated to his room. Ginny came back in her room with Hermione. Hermione started acting sad.

"It's no use, 'Mione. I heard the whole thing."

"You did?" She bit her bottom lip in nervousness.

"Yeah."

"You won't tell anyone, will you?"

"No."

"Not even Harry?"

"Not even Harry."

"Thanks."

"Your welcome." Ginny walked over and they hugged.

how was it?did it suck?was it ok?let me know.