Disclaimer: Yeah. I know. I am nothing but a bug in your mighty presence Miss Rowling. Yes. I will return your characters virtually unharmed, though maybe a little mentally battered. Nevertheless, they will still be usable, I swear! –Looks over- Stop listening in to phone calls!

A/N:// Hi ya'll. I am going to try to make this a lot better. I cannot guarantee anything though! You are the reviewers (-hintprodhint-) so you decide if it is better. I will however, make it longer, if I possibly can muster it. If any of my reviewers would like to email me ideas, my email address should be displayed on my profile. I would possibly use it because my plot bunnies die faster than my actual rabbits (which seem to die in less than three days... Bunnies do not like me) and I will use personal jokes too! That can be my thanks to you for reading it! On with the show!

"No. I do not want to! Stop! Don't you touch me! "

Was shouted by an extremely nervous looking Hermione Granger, who was backing away from two red headed women with a long white dress. She knew what that dress meant. She was not having any part of it! The mid-aged witch laughed and flicked her wand, the dress wrapping around her chest until it was constricting-ly tight. As it got tighter and tighter, her breathing got shorter and shorter and shorter until…

Hermione Granger jumped from her bed to find her dorm-mates all surrounding her, giggling.

"What the bloody hell?"

The girls giggled again until Luna Lovegood pushed through the giddy crowd.

"We were sent to get you ready. The whole school knows. Of course, Harry's tantrum helped it get around."

Hermione bit her lips and Luna looked remorseful.

"Sorry."

Luna tossed her a thick copy of the newest publication of the Quibbler. ON the front was a picture of Hermione and George. Her mouth dropped suddenly as she noticed the picture. No one had been there but them. She blinked rapidly and continued to stare.

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"Calm down 'Mione. No one is around. A little kiss isn't going to hurt."

"It will too! You could bite my tongue or…You could block my air passage and I could die…Or…Or…Ron could find us! I'd hate to see what would happen if Mrs. Weasley found out!"

George laughed and wrapped his arms around Hermione, his face so close she could smell the Fire Whiskey on his breath. She grimaced a bit and tried to pull away.

"Please. Just one little kiss."

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That was how it had started, but before it was over, they had been pulled into a full make-out session. George did not remember it, but she did. Moreover, here was the picture of it plastered across the front of a worldwide magazine!

"Before you ask, Mrs. Weasley gave the photo to my dad at, like, 4 am! We had to cast a spell so the cover would change before the shipment went out. My dad basically fainted while performing it!"

Mrs. Weasley knew they had made out!

Yeah…She talked to me about it the next day. She was quite annoying about it. Fred had caught us and taken a picture and Mum found it in our room.

Hermione jerked her head around, looking for the source, nodding it off as herself hearing things once more. Hermione rose from her bed, attempting to push through the Gryffindor girls. That proved to be impossible due to a blurred red figure.

"YOU"RE GOING TO BE A WEASLEY!"

Ginny tackled her flat back onto the bed and was pulling and poking her, gibbering on about everything and nothing at the same time. It was obvious that the room was clearing slowly. By the time Hermione had pried her off, the room was clear, leaving only Ginny, Luna, and the newly entered Mrs. Weasley.

"Its time dear. We do not have much time at all. We really waited too long!"

Hermione sighed and nodded before stepping forward. It did not take that long for them to strip her and put her in a set of blue underwear that was her "something new" with the added "blue". The "old" and "borrowed" came from the beautiful dress that Mrs. Weasley pulled from behind her. She recognized it immediately.

"THAT'S YOUR FAMILY DRESS!"

Mrs. Weasley nodded and smiled slyly.

"I had Minerva do the altering. She is quite the seamstress!"

Ginny nodded and Luna began to help pull the dress over Hermione's head. It slid down after a few minutes of pulling, but it did come on down to fit her body like a glove.

Despite the fact that the Weasley's were always so poor, this dress was extravagant beyond believe. There were no sleeves and it drug the floor. Small butterflies had been stitched and brought to life with pearls here and there. It was fitted, emphasizing her breasts and her hips, fitting perfectly on her almost non-existent stomach. Hermione was positive that she had seen one exactly like it in an expensive muggle store.

A sheer veil was on her dresser beside Lavender's hairspray and Parvati's favorite muggle scent, Fantasy. A pair of kitten heels, which, in her opinion, looked like clear crystal, was forced onto her feet, sending a shiver up her back as the cool surface sent its icy touch through the panty hose she had had magic-ed on.

"I think it is lovely that I set up the betrothal, you know love. Maybe you can calm him down a wee bit."

Mrs. Weasley gave off her genuinely kind smile and ran her wand down the back of Hermione's head. It straightened itself and pulled up into a smooth up do, a net of pearls holding up her veil. Hermione knew that this would go fast with magic, but why did it have to go so fast. She knew she was not quite ready. Nor would she ever be for that matter. However, the time for this marriage was now.

George had known it was going to happen. He had known about it since he was young. That was why he did not mind flirting with her. However, it did bother him that he had to keep it from everyone but George and his mother. It was hard dating too. He had to know that when the time came, he would have to drop everything.

You know it had to be hard. Having his life pre-planned for him was always a problem for him. He adjusted his bow as Fred exited before following him to where he would have to wait for what would ruin all his plans.

Hermione grasped Ginny's hand like it was a tree branch and she was following to death. The wedding music was playing before she knew it, leaving Ginny to wrench her red hand away and head up the isle, but not before giving Hermione a reassuring smile.

As the bridesmaids swept out gracefully, Mr. Weasley led her down the isle, tears dripping down her cheeks gently, although it was not noticeable. He only led her because her muggle parents had refused to be there when Hermione was forever wrenched from them. She walked up slowly and noticed a piece of parchment.

The preacher stood and gave a smile that was clearly practiced and forced. This was definitely not her dream wedding. Nor her dream groom when it came to that. He cleared his throat and turned the couple to each other.

"Alexander Weasley, on this day, you shall be connected to Lyah Constelia on this day unless you both snap your wands and walk out mortal and vice versa."

He waited for any possible sign that would quit before clearing his throat again and taking the rings from Fred, George's best man. A large ruby ring with a small engraving of the initials LW, which was what her initials now were. The priest took George's hand and pricked it with a dagger handed to him by Ginny. He rubbed his bleeding finger onto the ring and repeated the same process with Hermione. Then he gave it to the others to slip on each other's fingers, probably as a show of their connecting.

"You are now forever connected. Please sign your name on the dotted line, as it will be now be. Have a happy marriage."

While Hermione wrote her name, her tears got harder to hold back. It was burning her eyes viciously. This was apparently a normal wedding ceremony for arranged witch weddings, but it was not in her standards. George signed and looked up at her with slightly teary eyes. Her heart pricked violently.

She was being mean, selfish, and vain. How could she forget about George's feelings? She reached out to put her hand on his shoulder, but was jerked away so she could get dressed for the reception. At least wizards did not stay in the wedding dress for years after the ceremony…

A/N// you should all thank my friend Meagan. If she had not forcibly made me write this, it would not have been up for one and half weeks. I will get the next chappie done ASAP. See ya then.