Hermione paced in the kitchen with the phone up to her ear. She had finally gotten it to work, and would tell Arthur later. Her hair was a frizzy mess, her clothes were wrinkled and looked sloppy.

"Yes, hello? I need 8 dozen roses sent to... You're out of roses?"

Ron walked into the room as she said this. She seemed really disappointed.

"Alright, thank you." she said, then hung up the phone.

She sighed, then slumped into a chair at the kitchen table.

"Morning, beautiful." Ron said, kissing her on the cheek.

"I look atrocious."

"You look wonderful. As always."

"Gee, thanks, Ron." she said sarcastically.

"That was a compliment, love."

She stayed silent.

"So...they're out of roses, huh?"

"Yeah. I've tried everywhere. They seem to be all out of them.

"Sorry, Mione. Hey, maybe a walk will get your mind off it."

"Ron, I'm not going out looking like this."

"We'll stay within the Burrow."

"I know, but there could still be reporters..."

"It's been over six years, Hermione."

"That doesn't stop them. They still flock Harry's house. And mine."

"Well we have special protection. Come on, please? For me?"

She stared at him for a moment, then sighed.

"Alright, fine. I'll go."

He smiled and stood up. Hermione stood as well and tried to fix her clothes, but they were too messy to be fixed by hand. She pulled out her wand, removed the wrinkles, and took some of the frizz out of her hair.

They put on boots and their winter coats, then walked out into the cold, snowy day. They walked around and after a while, they walked into the little tented area where their wedding was going to be held. Hermione didn't want the guests or anyone to be cold, so they put up a tent. But Ron wanted to see the sky, so they promised to remove the top of the tent on their wedding day.

Hermione stopped and stared at the alter, where over 100 red roses sat. She looked at Ron, confused, but happy.

"Suprise." he said, smiling.

She smiled brightly and hugged him. "When'd you buy these?"

"Yesterday. I know they're your favorite."

She smiled, but it clouded over after a few minutes. "But Ron... they're going to die! That's why I was planning on buying them-" Ron put a finger to her lips to quiet her.

"Hermione, I put a preservation charm on them. They'll stay fresh and beautiful for as long as you want."

"You put a preservation charm on them? Really?" she asked, somewhat shocked.

"Always the tone of suprise." he smiled.

She smiled back, then walked down the aisle, looking at the chairs and everything else. When she reached the alter, she turned around and held her hand out to him. He walked over to her and took her hand, then twirled her. She smiled happily up at him as he pulled her closer.

"You are going to be the best Weasley we've ever had." he said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

She blushed, then said, "I could never beat you."

"You already have." he said, then leaned down and trapped her lips in his. She responded quickly, weaving her hands through his hair. They only broke apart when they needed air. They smiled widely at each other.

"Would you like to go work more on the wedding?" Ron asked her.

She shook her head. "I'd rather stay here with you." she said, then lightly tugged the collar of his shirt down, and their lips met again.

"Ron! Hermione! Where are you?" Mrs. Weasley called.

They broke apart and blushed, even though they knew no one could see them.

"Shall we?" Ron asked, putting his fist on his hip.

Hermione put her arm in the gap between Ron's arm and his body, and they walked out of the tent together.

How was that? Sorry for the short chapter, the next one should be up soon! R&R please!