Hello all! I have returned. Thank you to those who have reviewed and those who simply read. An extra big thank you goes out to those who not only reviewed, but also added my story to their favorites list. And if anyone wants to be my beta, I would love them forever and most likely bake them cookies. Ooh, and sorry 'bout the wait.
Fang: I want cookies.
Harry: Me too.
Me: No. You know what happens when you two get substances that impair your judgment. Harry, don't you remember what can happen "All because of Firewhiskey"? (A/N this is a really good fanfic by grlwithapen.)
Chapter 2
In which Ron performs some pretty difficult magic
"'Mione, please, we can do this!"Ron pleaded with the girl sitting in shock. He'd just proposed and was still on one knee. "Please! We can go to France if you want; I don't care. Just let me have you in my life forever. I love you."
"Ron, I-…I-…I can't do that. You know how Mrs. Weasley will kill us when she finds out about Ginny, what happens when she hears about us?"
"Well then, I didn't want to have to do this, but 'Imperio'!" yelled Ron. Hermione's beautiful, chocolate brown eyes gained a hazy blankness. "You will marry me tonight under the full moon. You will tell no one of this."
Four Hours Later
(A/N: a very giggling Hermione was seen being dragged by Ron off the grounds. They then Apparated off to Paris.)
"Ooh, Ron, I love you soooo much!" squealed Hermione. Ron looked slightly uncomfortable as they stood in front of the Muggle priest.
"Can we get this over with?" he asked impatiently.
"Shut up. Dearly beloved…"
Ten Minutes Later
The happy couple was on their way across Paris towards a Muggle hotel when Ron started thinking. 'Mione and I are married now. Divorce is illegal in the Wizarding world. Maybe…just maybe, I should un-Imperio her.
Just then, Hermione let out a bloodcurdling scream.
I know you hate me! Virtual cookies to whoever can guess what happened!
Fang: Review, and maybe she'll release me. SHE'S INSANE!!!
Me: am not, Max-lover.
Fang: *silent*
Me: anyway, review!