Chapter 3

They were halfway to the burrow when Hermione gasped out loud and slapped her own forehead.

"Hermione dear, what is wrong?" Mrs. Granger asked looking in the rear view mirror to see if something in the back seat had caused her distress.

Diana also looked, although, slightly concerned since there could be nothing to cause her any harm.

"I forgot the most important thing."

"What's that?" Her father asked at once and pulled over. "Do I have to turn back around?"

"No, it's—" She glanced at Wonder Woman and then at her parents. "The international statue of secrecy. I just can't bring a random stranger to the wedding."

Her parents sighed. Diana lifted an eyebrow. "We are acquaintances." She stated, "Nothing strange about me."

"Eh, you're larger than most women, you can fly, and you have a magic lasso. You are so right Princess, there is nothing strange about you." Hermione confirmed albeit sarcastically.

"Hermione!"

"Well, what more do you want me to say mother?" She snapped at her.

"Princess, is that true?" Mr. Granger turned in his seat to look at her.

"Is what true?"

"That you have a magic lasso?" He emphasized on the magic part.

"Er, well yes. You saw me use it at the restaurant." She replied. "I don't see how that applies to Hermione's dilemma."

"You, see Princess," Mrs. Granger started, "Hermione belongs to a community of witches and wizards and they are extremely private. They have laws against non-magical folks, muggles, knowing about magic. Since you have a magic lasso that means you know of magic, and can still be Hermione's date." She said happily.

Hermione banged her head on the door.

"I see." Diana smiled at Hermione who ignored in favor of banging her head on the door.

She stopped suddenly as something yanked on her hair. "Don't do that. You'll give yourself a headache." Diana said.

"It's not your concern." Hermione said.

"You should be in your best form for your friend's wedding." She replied. She gently tucked the elegant knot back into its place. It now looked the same as before she had yanked on Hermione's hair.

"Thank you." Hermione said.

"Bloody hell!" Mrs. Granger exclaimed. "How is the home standing up right?"

"Magic mum." Hermione stated once she saw the sight of the burrow just like her mother.

The yard around the burrow was set up and down neatly just like five years ago at Bill and Fleurs wedding. The only difference being the color scheme. She had barely exited the car when something heavy grabbed ahold of her and hugged her tightly. "Help me." She heard a frantic whisper in her ear. Glancing at her captor, Ron tightened his grip on her.

"Ronald, let go, and maybe I will help." She stated.

He stepped back. "Mr. and Mrs. Granger it's good to see you again. And—" he paused as his eyes caught sight of Diana who had now moved to Hermione's side. His jaw slightly dropped leaving his mouth open.

"Um, is he alright?" Diana looked at Hermione in concern.

"Ron, what did you need help with?" She asked. He stayed the same, as if had not heard her, she shook her head. "Ron!" She snapped her fingers in front of his eyes, and yet he still did not reply.

She momentarily stopped trying to shake Ron out of his stupor when she heard her name being yelled. "I need help! Hermione come quick!"

"Mum, Dad—"

"Go on dear, we will go and see if we can help Mr. and Mrs. Weasley with anything." Her mother said leading her father towards the main tent. She nodded her head and quickly made her way to where the frantic yell had come from. Princess Diana was hot on her heels.

She gasped as she entered the tent. "Oh, Ginny!" she exclaimed at her friend. The red head woman was in a heap on the floor. Her dress had various stains and tears were streaming down her face. She knelt down. "What happened?" She asked grasping Ginny's hands in her own.

"Harry doesn't," she let out a sniffle, "love me." She cried.

"Ginny, it's your wedding day." She replied. "Where is he anyways?"

"I don't know." She started sobbing and any more words said were muffled.

"I am going to go get Molly. She will be right here to help sort you out, and I am going to go find my brother from another mother and kill him." Hermione stood up straight and turned and bumped into Diana.

"Are you really going to kill him?" The amazon asked her. "I will have to intervene if that is your plan." She stated as they left the tent side by side.

"Then I won't tell you." The witch replied. "Come on." She grabbed the amazons hand and led her towards the main tent. She stuck her head in and only saw Bill and Fleur placing the table décor in their proper places. "Where is Molly and have you seen The-Groom-Who-is-Fence-Sitting?" Hermione asked.

"Hey! Hermione." Bill smiled as he greeted her. Fleur gave a simple wave of her hand and continued to work. "Mum led your parents into the kitchen so they could carry out the butter dishes. I think Harry was going over new duel techniques to his auror buddies out by broomstick shed."

"Uh, Hermione, who is the—"

She was already on the move and did not hear him as he asked her a question.

"That was rude." Diana stated absent minded rubbing her thumb across the brunette witch's hand.

"I have a best friend crumpled in a heap, ruining her wedding dress, and another friend who may have done something stupid. I need to fix this. I don't have time for socializing. I can do that latter." She said in a rush.

The amazon pressed her lips together in a deep thought. Obviously, the woman cared greatly for her friends and was willing to attempt to fix whatever problem they may be facing. She glanced up as voices grew louder.

"Mrs. Weasley!" Hermione stopped suddenly. The matriarch came rushing out of the burrow.

"What is it?" She asked rubbing her hands on her apron.

"Ginny is having a meltdown. I need to find go and find Harry." Before Mrs. Weasley could reply they were on the move again. Hermione finally let out a huff of air as they rounded the corner of the burrow and the shed came into view. Harry was of course explaining something to a group of Aurors. "HARRY JAMES POTTER I WILL KILL YOU!" Hermione screamed. The aurors turned in her direction with their wands drawn. Realization struck them though.

"That's Hermione Granger!" One exclaimed.

"She's one of the war heroes." Another stated.

"They quickly dropped their wands and slowly retreated. She was famous and they had heard of her temperament and how fast she was with her wand. She may not be an auror but she was credited for taking down several high ranking death eaters.

"Hermione," Diana spoke up as they came face to face to the man that was named Harry Potter, "are you famous?" The group of people had seemed awe struck and afraid of her at the same time.

"No"

"Yes."

"Shut up Harry."

Diana raised an eyebrow. "Which is the truth?"

"She's famous. She survived a war, battled dark wizards and kicked their asses, and apparently wants to kill her best friend who she has always considered a brother. Why?" Harry asked whining.

"Ginny is hysterical! She thinks you don't love her."

"Bullocks! We are getting married less than," he glanced at his watch, "four hours. I love her. Otherwise, this wouldn't be happening." He stated.

"Well she is in a heap on the floor. Her wedding dress is going to be ruined. Hopefully Molly can sort that out and you better go make sure she knows you still love her. Harry" Hermione poked him in his chest.

"It's bad luck—"

"Now POTTER!"

He took a step back. "Okay, okay. I'm going." He rushed towards the burrow and was out of sight.

Hermione started to follow and was pulled backwards. She glanced down. Her hand was still attached to Diana's. "Let go."

Diana instead pulled the woman back next to her so they were standing side by side. "What war?"

"It doesn't matter it has been over for awhile. Harry and those aurors you saw are magical law enforcement. They capture dark wizards and take them to prison."

"That scar on your forearm, is that from the war?"

Hermione glanced up at her. "I- yes. I don't like to talk about it." She replied. "I need to go check on my friends. Well, more like make sure Harry has reassured Ginny."

"I can't see it."

"You can't see what?" Hermione asked puzzled. She looked around trying to figure out what the amazon meant.

"You kicking ass. You're this tiny little woman. You shriek like a banshee, and—"

Hermione pulled her hand out from the amazons grasped and slapped her across her face.

"Ow!"

"Exactly!" The Princess exclaimed. "I bet you've hurt your hand. Here let me look" She reached for the witches hand but Hermione moved it out of the way grasping it with her other uninjured hand.

"No, you jerk!"

"I was only explaining that I could not see you fighting."

"You were insulting me!" Hermione backed away from her and in doing so her heel caught in the dirt and she felt herself falling backwards. Diana at once rushed forward to steady her but the witch twisted out of her reach. She ended up on her back. Diana who had thought she would have gotten a hold of her before she hit the ground, also hit the ground. Hermione rolled to get out of Dianas way and the Princess rolled as well. The end result was Diana on her back with Hermione sprawled out on top of her.

"I think you enjoy being on top." Diana stated amusedly.

"I do not." Hermione stated angrily as she glared into clear blue eyes.

"Twice within a week." Diana retorted.

"This is your fault."

"Now, now if you would have just let me help you instead of, what is the phrase, ah yes, freaking out, niehter of us would be on the ground cuddling."

"We are not cuddling."

"Yes."

"No."

"You're cute when you're mad."

Hermione blushed.

"I don't know who you are but you are so right." A male voice said. Hermione and Diana both glanced up at the intruder.

"George go away!" Hermione demanded.

"Oh, you wanted privacy?" He inquired joyfully.

"No, I, ugh get off me!"

"You're on top of me." Diana said.

"Hermione you look a little flustered why don't you get up." Without warning George flicked his wand and Hermione was whisked upwards and gracefully placed on her feet. He made to do the same to the stranger, but she flicked her body up wards and was standing on her feet.

"You're a pest George. A real riot. You know?" Hermione wailed at him.

"Ah, yes I do." He turned his attention to the tall woman next to Hermione. "Everyone wondered if she was going to bring a date. I'm George Weasley, older brother to the young lass marrying Potter." He stuck out his hand.

"Diana Prince." She shook his hand.

"What do you mean everyone wondered?" She schreeched.

"You don't have to yell." Diana said.

"Shut it Princess."

"George?"

"Well, I mean uh- What's that mum? You need help unclogging the toilet, right I will be right there." He turned on his heel and ran for it. Hermione could feel her left eye twitch in annoyance.

"This is going to be a long day." She stated and started walking towards the tents.

"You mean fun?"

"Princess there is other people here besides me. Go introduce yourself."