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*I put up a poll, please vote, so I can know what you guys like. Chapter 9 is here: Chapter 9.
Once again, my mother was heard though out the house yelling “Get up!” over and over again.
The wedding was to start at 11:30, and the reception at 2. I was a bride’s maid and Ron was a best man. I had to walk behind Brielle, who was the flower girl, and I had to stand beside Fleur at the arch where she was to marry Bill. I had to practice this four times yesterday, and it was beginning to get annoying.
The morning passed and before I knew it I was in an enlarged bathroom with Hermione, getting ready for the wedding. We both already had our dresses on (mine an off the shoulder, gold with silver sparkles, brides maid dress that trailed onto the floor, and Hermione’s a lavender spaghetti strap, knee length dress.) I had to do my hair a certain way, a messy bun with a ringlet on each side with spray on sparkles) and I have never done as much as hair sprayed my hair. This was going to be different…
Hermione had her hair curled and flowing freely down her back, and was helping me do mine. Finally we finished, and she went outside to find her seat as I went into my kitchen where everyone that was to be in the wedding, except Bill of course, was gathered. I spotted my dad, and went up to him.
“You look wonderful.” He told me when I walked up.
“Thanks dad.” I replied smiling.
“Alright, Alright Ev’rybody, we weel start soon, eef you weel all take your places.” Fleur ordered as she walked in, wearing a beautiful plain white trailing wedding dress and I small tiara atop a messy blonde bun.
“Mom and dad First, Zen Meesus and Meester Weasley, Zen Brielle (who is Fleur’s 4 year old cousin, and also the flower girl) Zen Zee Bride Maid’s, please!” she said clapping her hands.
“Geeny, you are to walk weeth Chawlie, and Gabby, you walk weeth Ron.” She said, pointing to my brother, who blushed.
The music started, and we lined up. I grabbed Charlie’s arm, and he smiled.
“Excited?” I asked.
“Yeah. Wow, my brother is getting married.” He replied smiling. It was our turn, and we followed Gabriella out of the back door. The Backyard had been transformed into a wedding chapel, everything was either gold or silver, and everyone was looking at the door. I caught Harry’s eye as I walked by and I smiled. He looked as if he was going to faint. He is so pathetic...
Charlie and I walked up to the alter and went to separate sides. Brielle and Ron followed, and did the same. Then the music turned traditional and Fleur and her amazing beauty walked though the back door. Bill beamed and all the male guests got dreamy eyes. All except for Harry, who was staring straight at me.
Fleur’s dad gave her hands to Bill as the minister asked “Who gives this woman to this man?”
Bill beamed through the vows as Fleur cried tears of joy, and soon Fleur was Mrs. Bill Weasley. The back yard wedding chapel magically became a back yard reception area and a huge golden dance floor appeared out of the grass. Bill grabbed Fleur’s hand and they prepared to dance the first dance as man and wife to their wedding song, Forever and Ever Amen.
(By Randy Travis, sorry, I don’t know the CD name) You may think that I’m talking foolish You've heard that I'm wild & I'm free You may wonder how I can promise you now This love that i'm feeling for you always will be You're not this time that i'm killing I'm no longer one of those guys As sure as I live this love that I give Is gonna be yours till the day that I die -- oh baby I'm gonna love you forever, forever & ever amen As long as old men sit & talk about the weather As long as old women sit & talk about old men If you wonder how long I'll be faithful I'll be happy to tell you again I'm gonna love you forever & ever, forever & ever amen They say that time takes it's toll on a body Makes the young girls brown hair turn grey But honey, I don't care, I'm not in love with your hair And if it all fell out well I’d love you anyway They say that time can play tricks on a memory And people forget things that they knew But it's easy to see it's happening to me I've already forgotten every woman but you --- oh baby I'm gonna love you forever, forever & ever amen As long as old men sit & talk about the weather As long as old women sit & talk about old men If you wonder how long I'll be faithful I'll be happy to tell you again I'm gonna love you forever & ever, forever & ever amen Just listen to how this song ends I'm gonna love you forever & ever, forever & ever, Forever & ever, forever & ever amen
They twirled and Fleur cried, and Bill never stopped smiling. The next song started and everyone got up to dance.
After three straight songs of dancing, Harry and I sat down. “Do you want some cake?” Harry asked me.
“I would love some, chocolate please.” I replied, kissing his cheek. He went off to the snack table as Hermione sat down.
“Phew.” She gasped.
“What?” I asked. My eye brows rose.
“Gin, I’ve been dancing the whole time!” she exclaimed.
“Mione, I just sat down, oh never mind, where’s Ron?” I asked, stopping an argument before it started.
“He went to get snacks.” She replied as Harry and Ron appeared by our sides. They sat down and handed us our food.
“What kind of juice is this?” I asked, eying my cup skeptically, it was a neon green color and looked gross.
“It’s called Honey burnt Punch, and Gabriella told me to try it.” He took a sip. “It’s pretty good.” He informed us. We took a drink.
“Mmm. That is good.” I muttered. Just then there was a quiet squeak, and I saw a little finger appear tapping on Harry’s shoulder.
“Umm, Meester Haiwy, weel you dance weeth me?” Brielle asked. She was blushing furiously. Harry blushed too.
“Sure, uh, let’s go.” He said, grabbing her hand and looking at me, as if to get my approval. I winked at him and nodded. He led Brielle off to the dance floor as the music started and lifted her to stand on his feet while he moved them in a circular pattern. Hermione smiled at me as Ron looked as if he was going to die of silent laughter.
“What?” I asked shortly, seeing he was looking at Harry dancing.
“Harry is dancing with a four year old!” he said matter-of-factly.
“Your point is?” Hermione asked.
“A…four…year…old…!” he repeated.
“I heard you the first time!” I screamed. “Just because you’re jealous that Harry has more sensitivity than you, and that a four year old actually wants to dance with him instead of run the other way, doesn’t mean that you have to laugh! Harry is being a gentleman!” I glared at him and marched off to a different table. Sure, maybe I was being a little short tempered, but I thought what Harry did was cute, and Ron had no right to laugh!
I sat down at a table directly across from where Harry and Brielle were dancing, and waited for the song to end.
“Ginny?” Hermione asked as she sat down about three minutes later.
“Look, Mione, I’m sorry I yelled at Ron, but he deserved it.” I told her looking down.
“Yes, I know he did, but-” Hermione told me. I raised my eyebrows at her.
“You aren’t defending him?” I asked.
“No, I agree with you, Harry was being...”
“Yes?” Harry asked as he sat down.
“I was going to say a gentleman, but now I will change it to terribly annoying.” She muttered.
“Anyway, I’m going inside, I’ll be in your room for a little, Ginny.” She said as she got up and went inside.
“What was that about?” Harry asked puzzled.
“Ron thought it was funny that you danced with a four year old, and I told him I thought it was sweet and walked off. I don’t know why Hermione left.” I told him. He blushed.
“You didn’t need to get mad at him on my account.” He muttered.
“Harry, I know I didn’t, but Ron had no right to tease you about being so nice to a sweet little girl. I’m gonna go see what Hermione is up to.” I told him as I got up from the table.
“Kay, see you later.” He called after me.
I went inside, and climbed the stairs to find my bedroom door shut.
“Hermione?” I called through the wood. I heard a sniff. I tried the door knob, and it was unlocked, so I went inside.
Hermione was curled up on my bed, you could just see the top of her bushy head, and the rest of her was covered in a blanket.
“Hermione?” No movement. “Hermione??” still nothing. “Uh, Hermione, are you alright?” I asked, panic starting to creep through my veins. She made no move to help soothe my fears. I ran to the bed and pulled down the covers. She was asleep, but she had tear streaks on her cheeks. I gently nudged her shoulders.
“RON, I PROMISE! I LOVE YOU! PLEASE DON’T END THIS! I LOVE YOU!”
“Hermione, calm down, what are you talking about?” I asked, trying to hush her up. Her eyes sparkled with tears as she realized it was me, and not Ron.
“Oh Ginny, I r-ruined everything!” she sobbed, practically flinging her head down to rest on my shoulder.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Oh I d-don’t know!” she sobbed. I tried not to smile.
“I m-mean, one m-minute, we w-were laugh-ing, the n-next you w-were w-walking off, and th-then” she took a very deep and shaky breath. “I told h-him th-that Victor w-would n-never-r had m-made f-fun of Harry, and h-he s-said ‘Th-there yo-u go again ta-lking about K-Krum!’ and th-then he s-said ‘If you l-like him s-so much, Th-then maybe w-we should end th-this.’ And h-he walked off! I d-didn’t e-even mean to-to say it out loud!” she ended with a very loud wail. I wrapped her in a hug.
“Oh, Hermione, he was just being a bit over sensitive, he’ll come around!” I assured her.
“W-what if he doesn’t?!” she wailed.
“Hermione.” I said, pulling her up so she looked into my eyes. “Ron loves you, you know how he gets when someone mentions Victor, he’ll come around.” I repeated.
“What if h-he doesn’t, G-Ginny?” she wailed again.
“Hermione, if he doesn’t, which I know he will, I will personally make him regret it, you know, I have a pretty mean Bat-Bogey Hex.” I told her, trying to make her laugh. It worked, and she let out a tiny laugh, then a very big hiccup.
“Hermione, dry yours eyes, and we’ll go have fun at the wedding, let Ron cool off and he’ll come practically begging for you to take him back, I know he will.” She hiccupped again, nodded, and we went downstairs and back to the wedding.
The rest of the wedding passed pretty much with nothing of importance. I dance with Harry, and Hermione sat at a table, mostly talking to either me, Fleur, or Brielle (she’s very sweet, and loves to talk about going to Beaubatons next year). She also danced with Fred and Charlie, because I think they felt bad for her, but of course, she won’t find out.
The wedding ended, and as all the guests went home, and the backyard was reformed into a messy, weed-filled garden, Harry and Ron went upstairs to Ron’s room, and me and Hermione trudged up to mine.
*Thanks again for reading, more either later today or tomorrow after noon, when ever i get more time* ~Sydnie 