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Chapter 1: Going The Distance
Love is like war: easy to begin but hard to end ~ Anonymous
Christmas would come and I had no one to stand under the mistletoe with.
That thought made me laugh. Not only because it was the middle of summer but who would ever think that book worm Hermione Granger would think that. Books, spells, not getting expelled yes that must all go through my mind is what everyone thinks – but that’s what use to be in there, it still was a tiny bit but it didn’t consume my thoughts anymore at least.
Those thoughts now belonged to him.
The Pevensie family lived in Birmingham and his summer, and Christmas, would be spent there.
I was at the Weasley’s for the summer because my parents where in Australia for their own safety, they wouldn’t even know who I was if they saw me.
I was lonely; the last time I had seen Edmund was about three weeks ago. Of course I had a lot of people around me, but they were all in pairs – and instead of trying to be a third I sat missing my other half.
And tomorrow would be worse.
Wish me good luck for not keeping my focus on Edmund – Fleur and Bill’s wedding was tomorrow. It’s a good thing for them, just not for a love sick girl who is trying to keep her thoughts away from love.
I turned my head up to see Luna, ‘Hum?’
‘Would you like to come for a walk with me and Harry? The stars are so bright and the moon is full!’ Luna was smiling from ear to ear and just as happy as could be, Harry who was behind her looked downcast – he wanted time alone with her and it showed.
‘I’m alright, go on without me, I’d rather stay inside.’ Now Harry was smiling, but Luna looked a bit sad.
‘You sure?’ Luna pushed.
I nodded and with one last smile Luna and Harry went out the back door.
I looked back down at the book in my hand which I had been staring at but not reading for the past hour or so before closing it and heading up to my room.
The room was quiet; I could be alone with my thoughts. Something I liked and hated at the same time, if that was possible.
I flopped out on my bed and reached over to place my book on the table, a smile lit up my face just a bit at the picture on the bedside table.
Edmund and I had taken it when we went into London, the Big Ben right behind us, he had wrapped his arms around my shoulders and rested his head atop mine – what was nice about the picture though was that it was a magic one, so the Edmund and Hermione in the picture were moving around and laughing and smiling at each other.
It was probably one of the best days of my life.
My fingers gently touched the picture, wishing for that day to have never ended.
I gave one last smile before standing up and getting ready for bed.
I pulled my blue-plaid PJ bottoms on and a white cami before pulling the comb from my hair and crawling into bed. I set the comb very carefully on the night stand next to my picture, smiling as I did.
‘Good night Edmund.’ I whispered, ‘I love you.’
My fingers gently brushed over the red and black Narnian comb before shutting the light off and drifting to sleep.
Edmund tossed this way and that, Peter would feel the vibrations all the way from his bed – which was on the opposite side of the room from Edmund’s.
‘Ed, what had got you tossing?’ Peter’s voice was coated with sleep.
Finally Edmund stopped, laying on his back and staring at the dark ceiling, ‘I miss her.’
‘Who?’ Peter rubbed his eyes and sat up as he turned the light on. It was 3 am and his brother was pissing him off.
‘Hermione, of course.’ Edmund said barley above a whisper.
‘You are love sick alright. But do you have to toss so much? You’ll see her in a week or so.’ Peter said. Edmund sat us as well and turned his bedside lamp on.
‘All I ever do is see her every couple of weeks, we don’t talk much because phones don’t work where she is and I don’t have a damn owl.’ Edmund said, he was clearly awake and stressed, ‘I miss her Peter.’
‘And I’m sure she misses you just as much.’ Peter sighed and brushed his bangs back from his eyes, ‘Then why don’t you go and spend the summer with her?’
‘Mum needs us right now Peter. I can’t just leave.’ Edmund said, running his hands through his tousled hair, ‘After Da died last year—’
‘She has me and Susan and Lu. She would be fine. And believe me, you are being no help just pouting and missing her.’ Peter smiled, trying to get his brother to do the same.
Edmund shook his head, ‘But I—’
The Pevensie boys jumped out of bed and turned to the window.
Peter rubbed his eyes again, ‘What the hell was—’
Edmund ran over to the window, ‘I—I think it was an owl.’ Edmund threw open the window and looked down.
‘Well don’t let it in.’ Peter walked over to his brother and pulled him back a bit.
An old barn owl was laying on the roof not more then a few inches away.
‘It has a letter.’ Edmund reached out and tsked till the bird looked at him, ‘Can I have the letter?’
The owl stood up and hopped towards him, when he was close enough he owl stuck out his leg with the letter on it.
‘Thank you.’ Edmund took the letter and hurried to open it.
‘You realize you just thanked a bird right?’ Peter said but looked over his brother’s shoulder to see the note, ‘What is it?’
‘Edmund, the Weasley’s eldest is getting married tomorrow and I know Hermione is missing you. I will be at your house at 10am to pick you up. Harry’ Edmund read and then turned to his brother, ‘Well that was a bit demanding.’
Peter smiled, ‘But you’re going aren’t you?’
Edmund smiled back and started to run back to his side of the room, collecting everything he would need.
Peter crawled back into his bed and turned the light out, ‘So much for Mum needing us so badly.’ And with a last chuckle the oldest Pevensie was sound asleep.
Edmund finished packing in a matter of minutes, his suite was out and ready to be worn the next day and he crawled back into bed – a new feeling of happiness spreading through him.
He turned his head to look at the picture on his beside table, ‘I’ll see you soon Hermione.’ With that he turned out the light and was a sleep in a blink of an eye.
Fleur was one of those people you could only be around for so long. Any longer and you might just want to kill yourself…or her.
I was made to wear a flowing A-line strapless periwinkle, which was beautiful except for that I was a replacement bridesmaid, because Fleur had no one else. Way to make a person feel special. The grooms mean looked like penguins with a periwinkle whatever that thing is that they tie around their waist and white rose boutonnières.
Mrs. Weasley was bustling around making everything perfect. Ginny stood off to the side and Gabrielle was fawning over her sister, which happened when Harry wasn’t around to be fawned over.
Ginny walked over to me, ‘Great the princess is perfect now.’
I had to smile and cover my mouth to hold in my laugh – her mocking voice was just too good.
‘Hey Hermione, can I ask you something? Its sort of personal.’ Ginny said, a bit sheepishly.
‘Yeah.’ I cocked my eyebrow a bit, but curiosity always won.
‘Ron cheated on you, so why did you come here for the summer? Not that I don’t love having you around its just…well…’ Ginny was at a loss of words – I couldn’t blame her.
I sighed, and pushed my bangs back a bit, ‘Well I wanted to be with my friends for the summer, you and Harry and Luna. And I just don’t care what Ron thinks anymore, we aren’t friends anymore so that’s a little awkward but its not like I need to be supper friendship. And plus I had nowhere else to go – my parents are in Australia. So it was either be alone and pout or be a little awkward but with people that care about me.’
‘You could have gone to stay with Edmund.’ Ginny offered, if anyone else was having this conversation with Ginny they’d think she didn’t want them here but it was the exact opposite. Her curiosity always got the best of her, and she had to know what was going on and that was it – not meanness meant. It was amusing after everyone met Edmund instantly my story was believed. It was funny and hurtful a bit, because I wasn’t trusted with the truth in the first place – I had to have proof.
I smiled, ‘Yes, but I think Harry needs me right now.’
‘But this isn’t where you want to be, is it?’ Ginny said, a knowing smile coming across her face.
I blushed a bit and looked down, ‘I miss Edmund, so, so much, but I’m not going to let my friend suffer just to feed my want.’
‘Girls get ready! The music is starting, Ginny stand up straight!’ Mrs. Weasley was in frantic mode, Ginny gave me one last smile before turning forward. The plan was simple, the bridesmaids came from one area while the groomsman came from another and we met in front of the isle to walk down. Ginny was paired with one of Bill’s friends, I had Harry, who wanted to be as far from Gabrielle as possible, and Gabrielle got Ron.
Ginny headed out and I counted to ten till I started behind her.
I was focused more so on my feet then who I was meeting in the middle, Fleur’s colors were periwinkle and white so of course the heels were white since the dress was periwinkle and me being a flats person was struggling to walk, but it was just Harry who I was meeting – and he knew what to do.
‘You look lovely.’ I took Harry’s arm and started to walk down – a fake smile plastered to my face.
‘Thanks Harry.’ I said quietly.
Harry laughed slightly and whispered in my ear, ‘Wrong, but I’ll give you a second guess if you want.’
My eyes squinted slightly but I kept my façade up until I turned to look at my escort.
‘That would be cheating if you got to look Hermione.’ Edmund said, smiling at me with his bright brown eyes.
I had to fight the urge not to fall into his arms, her he was – the guy I had been thinking about non stop, and I had mistaken him for Harry.
Wait a second, where was Harry?
We where just about to the alter when I turned slightly to Edmund, ‘Where is Harry?’
Edmund leaned down again, ‘He’s escorting Gabrielle.’
I looked back and sure enough, he was, I mouthed a thank you which Harry politely nodded too. I had to laugh a bit; Gabrielle was holding onto his arm for dear life and just staring at him like he was a Christmas present.
Edmund let go of my arm and went to stand next to the groom as I went to the bride. Our eyes were locked the entire ceremony, I couldn’t even tell you what was said during it for my thoughts where directed at a certain groomsman.
I had to smile when I looked at how he was dressed, his coat and trousers where black like his shoes, but he didn’t match the other groomsmen because he wore a simple white button down and a periwinkle tie instead of a bowtie.
Edmund turned from the ceremony to me and lifted his eyebrow, I smiled and looked down – embarrassed at being caught staring.
‘I now pronounce you husband and wife.’ The pastor said and the audience began to clap and throw petals – periwinkle and white of course.
Ginny took her groomsman’s arm and started down and soon I got to take Edmund’s.
‘So are you ready to be swept of your feet?’ Edmund whispered to me, ‘I’m a pretty good dancer.’
I smiled at him with a slight blush. Tonight was going to be perfect, but then my thoughts turned a little dark – until I’d have to say good bye to Edmund again.
Author’s Note – so you like the start of the sequel yet? Huh? Huh? Feed back is always nice…great jobs, excellent writing etc… flames not so much. Constructive criticism always appreciated though! = )