Hey guys! I'm going to be posting one chapter a day, I hope :) I'm really bad at writing long chapters (I think I said this before) So maybe I'll post two a day if I feel up to it. :)
Ella
Hermione and Helen had talked for a while, and after a while both of them became tired. Hermione decided to go to bed, because her scar was hurting her a lot. The pain was worse when she was anxious or worried, it seemed. Helen left Hermione to go to bed, and Hermione started to change into sweatpants and a t-shirt. After she had brushed her teeth, she curled up in bed with a good book and smiled to herself. "I'm getting married in the morning," she thought. She read for a while, before starting to drift off. Hermione put the book aside and turned out the light. "By this time tomorrow I'll be a Weasley," she thought to herself, once more. A smile spread across her face, and she fell asleep a few minutes later.
"Hermione? Hermione, darling. Please wake up," that was what Hermione heard, half awake. "What?" she mumbled. "It's your big day today, princess," her mother replied. Hermione opened her eyes quickly and sat up. "Oh sh-" Her mother looked at her with a disapproving expression. "My god. Oh my god," she said, trying to save herself. "Just get up, dear," her mother replied, "Breakfast is cooking." Helen left the room and Hermione got up, getting clothes out. She went to the bathroom and turned the shower on, getting it to the right temperature. Then, she quickly undressed and got into the shower. Ten minutes later, after she was all dressed, Hermione went downstairs and into the kitchen. Nearly the same thing happened at the Weasley's house that morning, with Ron as anxious, maybe even more, than Hermione. They hadn't spoken for two days, a record since they had started dating. Charlie had been staying with them, he had come back from Romania for the wedding, so Ron spent the morning talking to Charlie to keep his nerves calm.
As lunchtime arrived and passed, Hermione and her three bridesmaids, Ginny, Luna and Fleur, were doing the finishing touches to their hair and makeup at the Burrow. Hermione's dress was a strapless gown with a mid-sized skirt, accompanied by a long train. The bridesmaids' dresses were salmon pink and simple, but also elegant. Victoire, who was 4, was the flower girl, and she had an adorable dress and basket, but she was being watched by Mrs. Weasley, along with any other children. When they were all ready, and Ginny and Fleur had gone to make sure their children were alright, Luna took Hermione's hand in her own. "I'm supposed to come with you to the church," she said, "Ginny and Fleur will come soon. Are you ready?" Hermione nodded and gave Luna a small smile. "Thank you, Luna," she said. Luna smiled back, before apparating them to the church.
"Hermione, are you okay?" Ginny called as she rushed after Hermione, who had retreated to the garden behind the church. The wedding was about to start and Hermione's nerves had gotten the better of her. She looked up at Ginny, tears threatening to fall. "No," she muttered. Ginny sat next to her. "Honey, you're going to get your gown dirty." Hermione sighed. "Oh, what difference does it make?" Ginny put her hand on Hermione's shoulder. "Hermione, don't tell me you're backing out?" She sighed softly and closed her eyes to prevent the tears. "I just can't do it, Ginny. I mean, I love Ron, I really do," she continued, "But..."