-1Disclaimer: All the Characters and places come strictly from J.K.R.'s mind. If they were mine, I wouldn't be typing this on my computer at home. The plot strictly belongs to me, that's it.
Chapter 9:
A Honey what?
July quickly changed to August and August to September. Now, almost all topic of conversation was focused upon the wedding. Ron and Hermione had hardly done any planning throughout all of August and the beginning of September. Today was a hot mid-September day. The couple had picked out flowers and a DJ that morning. Hermione's bouquet would consist of blue daisies and white lilies. Each bridesmaid would carry a single white lily. Ron would wear a blue carnation and Harry and Neville blue daisies. The DJ they had chosen was a muggle relative of Dean Thomas', so they would be dancing the night away to their favorite love songs. Ron's only condition was that Iris be played as their first song as it was the song that they had danced to the night they got engaged.
Currently, Ron and Hermione were on their way to a large pond towards the outskirts of the Weasley's property. The water in the pond was pure and refreshing. They spent about an hour messing around and splashing each other. When they tired, Ron and Hermione stretched out on the bank of the pond.
"Hey Ron."
"Yes Hermione" Ron grunted.
"I was thinking."
"As usual" Ron interrupted.
"Are we going to write our own vows for the ceremony? Because I would really like to."
Ron sat up and turned to face her.
"Well, to be honest, I've already got mine written."
"Wait. What?" Hermione gasped. She couldn't imagine Ron ever doing something without being asked to. But when it came to Hermione, Ron did some very uncharacteristic things.
"Hermione, I couldn't just pick out any old vow because none of them would explain exactly how I feel about you. Our vows had to be personal and well thought out. So yes, we are going to write our own vows for the ceremony."
Hermione was very taken aback. She smiled slightly and continued to ask him questions about the ceremony. It wasn't going to be very long. The minister would be a stout bald man that had presided over Arthur and Molly's wedding many years ago.
"Hey Ron, I've got another question for you. Where are we going on our Honeymoon?"
"Our Honey what?"
"You've never heard of a honeymoon before? It's sort of a trip that the bride and groom take by themselves after their wedding."
"Um. Okay. I never really thought about going anywhere after our wedding. Well dear since you brought it up and clearly have more knowledge about what happens at one, you can pick where we go."
"Oh really Ron? I mean I've thought about it, but I never really decided where we should go. Maybe we should find some books and--"
"Hermione this is clearly your thing. I'll buy the books, you pick the place."
"Alright then, let's go."
"Now? I meant later after dinner and--"
"Ron, come on, let's go."
Ron grunted slightly and got up grudgingly. Hermione laughed and Ron chased her all the way back to the Burrow.
"Oh Ron, this place looks too far north. I don't want to have to wear a winter coat on our honeymoon."
It was later that night. Ron and Hermione had gotten back from Flourish and Blotts with about ten books a little over an hour ago. Now, Hermione pushed Greenland Resorts and Vacations away from her.
"Yeah, and I don't want to ever go anywhere in the extreme far north. There's a possibility that we might see Krum. The git might try to win you back."
"Um, Ron. Were you aware that we invited Viktor to the wedding?"
"We- wait. What?"
"Ron, Viktor is coming to our wedding. He's already R.S.V.P.'d.
"I swear if he tries anything funny with you-"
"Don't worry. I've already spoken with him about it. No way is he going to spoil this for us."
"Alright, but I'm still not thrilled that he's coming."
Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled The United States- An Entertainment Analysis towards her. She flipped through quite a few places until she reached a multi-colored section that looked very promising.
"Ron, what about this place? It's warm and in the states. It looks like there are lots of tropical birds and sun. Oh look Ron, palm trees! Wouldn't it be lovely to waste our days away on a beach watching the waves crash along the shore?"
Ron got up and walked over to where Hermione was sitting.
"Hawaii" He read the name at the top of the section. "Hey, I think I've heard of that place before. It's supposed to be really nice there. Do you maybe want to rent a house and spend about two weeks there? I can get off work easily but what about you? Didn't you already have an extra day off to taste cakes?"
"Err. I guess that I can talk to my supervisor and see what he says. I'll probably be able to get 2 weeks off right after the wedding."
"Great, I'll make all the arrangements then." Ron kissed her lightly on the forehead.
"This was a wonderful idea. I can't wait until all this planning is over. Then, I don't have to share you with anyone else." Ron whispered in her ear. She smiled at him and then got up to leave. Ron walked with her to the door and then walked her home to make sure that she made it alright. He turned to go, but ended up staying the night in Hermione's guest room.