The Untold Story Of Harry and Ginny
Part 25
George and Hermione sat down across table from Harry and Ginny. Harry looked up at Hermione who bit her lip. Harry just nodded once slightly and winked. Hermione smiled in response to this, and then looked at George.
"Nine fifty-eight, nine fifty-seven, nine fifty-six, nine fifty-five," he counted down in Hermione's ear. She smiled at him took a deep breath.
The table was laid out with delicious breakfast foods: fried and scrambled eggs, cinnamon toast, bacon, sausage, juice, and for however wants it, coffee (which was Ginny, because she was still shivering like a high spas).
Molly and Arthur Weasley were sitting on opposite sides of the table, both eating vigorously. But who noticed the ring on Hermione's finger first was not the one Hermione and George thought it would be.
"…What's that, Hermione?" someone asked sitting next to Harry. Harry looked to his left and widened his eyes when he saw who asked this. Not that it was bad he did, just that it was very…awkward.
Hermione looked up at the person who said this and replied uneasily, "Hmm?"
"On your finger?" Ron specified. Everyone immediately turned to look at Hermione's finger, and all of them had a smile planted on their faces immediately.
"Oh, Hermione!" Molly exclaimed with a mouth full of food and got up to walk over to her and hug her tightly. The room then erupted with joy, except for Ron, who was sitting there looking dumbfounded. He slowly got up from his seat and walked up the steps.
Harry looked at his best mate and then began to get up when Hermione touched his shoulder and said, "I'll go talk to him."
George noticed this, but everyone was surrounding him so that he could only pay attention to her briefly. Hermione raced up the stairs after Ron until both of them had reached the fifth floor in which Ron stalked into his room. Hermione followed him.
"Ron," she said, wanting to stop him. He turned to her slowly and took a deep breath in.
"Hermione," he responded.
"Ron I-"
"Am marrying your brother?" Ron finished for her. Hermione sighed, a frown on her face, a shine in her eyes.
"Why are you acting like this? You have a girlfriend that you've been seeing for over a year now," Hermione replied and walked closer to him.
"I don't know," Ron sighed and made a thump when he sat down on his bed. Hermione followed him and did the same as he did (not making quite as loud a thump).
"I guess," said Ron, "that I always thought you'd be the girl I'd be marrying."
"I know," Hermione agreed. "I did too. But…so much has happened, and changed. Don't get me wrong I thought being with you was great, but as you said, it didn't exactly feel right. So, what did we do? We moved on. And we've been splendid ever since then, and you haven't had a problem with me being with your brother. And I haven't had a problem with you being with Parvati."
Ron sat there, and thought about what Hermione had said. Of course, he's thought about everything she'd said before, but not in the terms she was putting them in.
After a few moments, he looked at her and said, "You're right, Hermione. I'm sorry."
"It's fine," she accepted, and then got up.
"Well, we shouldn't keep everyone waiting," she suggested. "Lets got downstairs."
"Yeah, but let me see that first," Ron said, getting back to himself. Hermione smiled and held up her left hand.
"Bloody hell," he remarked. "That's brilliant. I wonder how he came across something like that."
Hermione giggled and shrugged. Then, the two walked down the five flights of stairs again, where the happy family still talking and exclaiming to George joined them.
*StarStarStar*
Hermione, Ginny, and Molly Weasley had gone out dress shopping. As it turns out, the wedding had been scheduled for November 11. That was almost breath-taking-ly soon. This date made everything else all the more hectic.
"Okay, here's the next one!" Hermione called from the dressing room. This was her third dress, and she was pretty sure that this would be the one. Ginny and Molly would soon find out why.
Hermione walked out of the room, followed by Ginny and Molly Weasley's gazes.
"Oh Merlin, Hermione!" Ginny exclaimed and jumped up and ran to her once she had stepped on the standing plate in front of the massive mirror. They had been shopping in Muggle London. The dress was gorgeous. It had an off-the-shoulder neckline and a swirled midriff. It was simple, but it was Hermione.
"That's beautiful, dear!" Molly soon put in. Hermione was smile hugely. She knew they'd like it. And she did too.
"So…is this your dress?" the dress-attendant-lady-thing named Christine asked. Hermione turned to her and nodded her head up and down quickly, biting her lower lip. Ginny and Molly cheered when Hermione said yes to the dress.
There were absolutely NO flaws in this dress, so Hermione bought it that day and walked out of the store with it in her hands.
"Now we just have to get the bridesmaid dresses," Hermione commented, sighing afterwards. Then, the three apparated away to the burrow.
"Well do you have anything in mind?" Molly wondered as they walked closer to the house.
"…Not really," Hermione admitted and looked down at the dress holder she was carrying.
"It's all right, Hermione," Ginny reassured. "We'll help you every step of the way."
"I can't believe it's only a month away," Hermione remarked and smiled a small smile.
"Me neither," Ginny replied. Then, as she saw a tall figure with ginger hair walk by that was not Arthur or Ron, she spoke, "Quick, don't let George see the dress! Hide it in my room!"
The three walked into the burrow then and Ginny immediately walked over to the fireplace and took a piece of wood and smacked George's head with it. With that, Hermione hastily ran up the stairs as Ginny distracted George.
"What was that?" George projected at Ginny.
"Hmm? What was what?" she asked and dropped the log back in the fireplace. Harry smiled slightly when she said this.
"Why'd you just throw a brick at my head?" George clarified.
"It was a log, George," Ginny scowled as if he should've known.
"You don't just go around smacking people with LOGS!" George bellowed.
"You're getting married in one month, George," Ginny responded. "Desperate times call for desperate measures."
Abruptly, Ginny scurried up the numerous steps to her room.
"Oh, so I can expect a log to my head once every week now?" George yelled up after her then exhaled a long breath.
"What was that about?" he said and turned to Harry. Harry stopped smiling and places the Daily Prophet in front of his face.
"…Don't look at me," he answered slowly. George's eyebrows furrowed, and then he raced up the stairs to Ginny's room.
"Hey, hey, hey," Ginny stopped him when he was about to enter. "No boys aloud."
"Why not?" George wondered and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Because," Ginny replied and did the same as he did. "That's all you'll get from me."
"Is that all I'll get from Hermione?" George inquired quietly looking at Hermione standing in the back of the room. When she heard her name she turned her head and walked over to the brother and sister.
"Yes it is," she answered, "except that it's for the wedding so don't try and pull anything."
George sighed, rolled his eyes and said, "Fine, fine. Whatever."
Then he walked back down the three flights of stairs and joined Harry (who was now accompanied by Ron) in the living room again.
"Did you find out what it was?" Harry wondered, the newspaper now on the table in front of him.
"No," George huffed and sank down into the armchair he had previously been sitting in. "All I know is that it has something to do with the wedding."
Harry's lips formed a straight line to stop him from telling George where they went.
"…You know what they're up to, don't you?" George asked Harry and leaned forward in his chair. Harry thought for a moment then shook his head.
"Yes you do, mate," George disagreed. "Where'd they go off to?"
"We're going out again tomorrow," Ginny said as she walked down the stairs and then eyed Harry.
"Oh, why can't I tell him, Gin?" Harry wondered, almost begged.
"Because it's George!" Ginny explained. "If you tell him he's going to sneak a peak!"
"That's all I needed to know," George mumbled and smiled and raced up the stairs.
After George was up the stairs, Ginny smiled and walked over to Harry and sat down next to him.
"I hexed it so he wouldn't see it. Even the rapping," Ginny whispered to him and Ron.
"Don't you think George will be able to figure it out?" Ron questioned. Ginny shook her head.
"No," she responded, "Because Hermione's the one who told me what spells to use."
Ron sat clueless.
"Hermione," Ginny said again. Ron then got it and relaxed back on the couch.
"So where are you going tomorrow?" Harry wondered. "Hermione already got her dress."
"Bridesmaid dresses tomorrow," Hermione replied and walked into the room where everyone was huddled and sat down in the chair George was sitting in.
"Oh, all right," Harry responded.
"AHH! Where the bloody hell is it?" George shouted from the floors above them quickly followed by a loud clang and clash of numerous objects. Harry, Ron and Hermione jumped and furrowed their eyebrows.
"…My own personal touch," Ginny clarified.
*StarStarStar*
"What about this color?" Molly Weasley wondered to Hermione. Hermione looked down at the color she was pointing to and thought about it for a moment.
"Hmm…" Hermione hummed. "Ginny, what do you think about that?"
Ginny walked over to Hermione and looked at the color.
"Hmm…" Ginny repeated. "I like it. But now we just have to see if it goes with the dress."
"That's true," Hermione replied. "Ginny go try on this one that I picked out for the maid of honor."
Ginny obeyed Hermione and went into the dressing room right behind where Molly and Hermione were standing. Ginny was indeed the maid of honor, and when Hermione told her that she was, she couldn't have been more thrilled.
Ginny walked out moments later in a dress just above her knees with the bottom skirt area draped.
Hermione studied her briefly, then came to a conclusion and said, "I like the dress but the color could be better."
The color now was a light pinkish color. Ginny agreed with her.
"What about this?" Molly asked Hermione. Hermione looked down at the paper once again and thought for a moment.
"I like that better," she responded. "Lets give that a shot."
The assistant to Hermione then went and got back with the same dress but in a fern color. Ginny then tried it on and came back out moments later. Hermione smiled and nodded.
"Yes, I really like this better," Hermione smiled. "It goes with the whole London-look."
Molly and Ginny nodded.
"Okay, now we just have to get the bridesmaid dresses in this color," said Hermione.
"I'm sorry I'm late," the three heard from behind them. They turned around to see a bright blonde coming towards them and placing a small purse down on the couch they were standing in front of.
"It's all right," Hermione said to her friend.
"Oh, that's beautiful Ginny," Luna complimented.
"Thanks, Luna," Ginny thanked and smiled.
"Okay, Luna, can you try on this dress right there?" Hermione gestured towards the end of the couch. Luna nodded and walked over to it, and then she went into a near fitting room.
"Okay, Ginny, I think we'll go with that one," Hermione told her maid of honor.
"Oh, I don't want to take it off!" Ginny exclaimed and smiled even more widely. "I love it so much!"
"Harry's going to love you in that, you know," said Hermione as she smiled and sat down on the couch.
"Not as much as George is going to drool over you when you walk down that aisle," Ginny teased. Hermione laughed as she watched Ginny walk into the dressing room next to Luna's.
"You do look extravagant in your dress, dear," said Molly as she sat down next to her future daughter-in-law.
"Thank you," Hermione thanked. Luna came out of the dressing room right then and spun around once slowly so that Hermione and Molly could get the full affect.
"I like this," Hermione said and smiled as she got up and walked over to Luna. "I like this very much."
"Me too," Luna said. Soon after, Ginny came out of the fitting room she was in and walked over to her mom and sat down beside her.
"Luna, that's amazing," said Ginny.
"Thank you, Ginny, " replied Luna.
"These all look so great," Molly said. "I think we're done, though."
"Yeah, me too," Hermione said. "We just have to size all of the others and get them fitted."
"Well not today," Ginny said and looked at Hermione. "Not everyone can come today."
"Yes, I know," Hermione said. "We'll get them sized and fitted soon, though. We have to so the men can size and fit with the colors."
Luna nodded and walked back into the dressing room. Minutes later, she was out.
Fleur and Victoire had entered the store during this time and Hermione had led Victoire to a dress and she and her mom went to try it on.
"Well, I must be going," said Luna after Hermione had returned. "I need to get going home."
Hermione nodded and said, "Okay. Thanks for coming today!"
"Sure thing," said Luna. "This was just as much fun as catching those wrackspurts."
Hermione laughed and muttered to herself, "Same old Luna."
Victoire came out of the fitting room after a few minutes passed and she was smiling immensely.
"Oh, that's beautiful Victoire!" Ginny exclaimed as she went up to her niece. Victoire smiled even more in return.
"Thanks for bringing her here, Fleur," Hermione thanked as she walked to Fleur.
"You're welcome," Fleur responded in her French tongue. "So 'ave you picked up zee bridesmaid dresses yet?"
"Yes, we decided on them today," Hermione replied. "We're going to come back in a few days so the other bridesmaids can try them on. Can you come back in about four days? Maybe you could bring Victoire. From the look on her face, I bet she'll want to try on the dress again before the wedding."
Fleur nodded in the affirmative and answered, "Yes, we will be here."
"Great," said Hermione. "Okay, now we know all of the dresses that we're getting. I think we're done here now."
"All right," said Molly. "Lets head home."
After everyone was back to their original clothes, all of them departed and went back to their homes again.
"Quick, we'll do the same as we did yesterday," Ginny whispered to Hermione and Molly.
"But we don't have any dresses to hide," Hermione said but then realized the bag Ginny was holding. Hermione laughed quietly and nodded.
"You take it upstairs. Quickly, now," Ginny said. Mrs. Weasley then went into the kitchen the back way and Ginny walked quietly into the living room, picked up a log, and banged it against George's head.
"…GINNY!"
A/N: Howdy do? Having a nice winter break? I thought not. No, I'M JUST KDDING! Sorry it took me a while to write ziss chapter, and yeah it is a little longer than the past few. But I hoped you liked it! And yes…not much Ginny/Harry stuff lately, but there will be soon! But I have to get this Hermione/George stuff over with first, darlings! Next chapter coming soon!