The next day was Ron and Luna’s wedding. In the morning, everything was in a big hurry. Hermione quickly snagged the first shower before Fred or George could use up all the hot water. Then she made breakfast for the three of them.
“Thanks, Hermione!” George said as he took his eggs and bacon off Hermione. She smiled at him.
“No problem. I think I’ll go over to Luna’s and make sure she’s eating as well,” Hermione said. George nodded, and then frowned.
“Speaking of the wedding, do you have a date?” he asked. Hermione shook her head.
“Who’d ask me? Have you?” Hermione asked. George rolled his eyes.
“I’m sure a lot of people would ask you out. And, no, I don’t have a date. We’re a dateless pair, huh?” he said. Hermione laughed.
“Charlie, as well,” she pointed out. George nodded.
“How was Ron’s bachelor party?” Hermione asked. George opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Fred walking into the room.
“You can’t know anything about a bachelor party, Hermione, you’re a girl. Thanks for breakfast by the way,” he said. Hermione smiled.
“No problem. I’m heading off to Luna’s. See you guys at the wedding,” she said, and she disapparated. She appeared outside Luna’s house. She knocked on the door, and she heard a rush inside. The door opened, and Luna appeared, looking stricken.
“You have to save me from her,” Luna whispered. Hermione laughed, knowing who she meant, and went inside. Ginny was in Luna’s bedroom, tapping her foot impatiently, holding a Muggle hair straightener. Hermione frowned at her.
“Luna’s hair is straight enough. This is her wedding, let her look how she likes. You wait until your wedding to go all out,” Hermione said as she walked in. Ginny gave her a sheepish half-smile. Luna sighed behind Hermione, and stepped into the room.
“So, you’ve kept your dress a secret up to now. Can we see it?” Ginny asked excitedly. Luna nodded, and opened her closet, and walked in. She came back out holding a dress on hanger. A definite Luna dress. It was purely white, of course, and it was rather plain, just a white dress with straps. That was at the front. Luna turned the dress around, and at the back were feathers all down the back, over the silk dress. Ginny gushed over it.
“It’s absolutely beautiful!” Ginny exclaimed. Luna smiled at Ginny, and then ordered us out so she could put it on. We were shown another room where Luna had the bright yellow bridesmaid dresses. Ginny grimaced, and took the dress, and went into the bathroom to put it on. Hermione put on her dress, as Ginny came out. It looked ghastly with Ginny’s hair, but Luna had wanted yellow. It was supposed to be good luck for weddings.
They had their make up and hair done, and then, finally, it was time for the wedding. Xenophilius helped the girls get to the Burrow, and inside the house without Ron seeing. They waited for awhile, until Molly walked into the room.
“It’s about time!” she exclaimed. Luna smiled widely, and Molly hugged Luna.
“Welcome to the family,” she whispered. Luna kissed the cheek of her future mother-in-law, and Ginny walked out of the room, followed by Hermione, and then Luna. They reached the back door, and Ginny went through it, down to the marquee, and down the aisle slowly to the wedding march. Hermione started walking down when Ginny was about halfway down the aisle, and then Luna went with her father when Hermione was about halfway down the aisle.
It was a beautiful service. You could hear a lot of sniffing, and Molly was crying loudly. Xenophilius had tears rolling down his face, and Hermione was surprised to note she did too. All too soon, the service was over, and everyone drifted over to the other marquee for the reception. But first of all, they had photos taken.
Once all the photos were done, (and there were a lot of them), everyone ate first. Then some music came on, and Ron offered his hand to Luna. Luna smiled, and they went onto the dance floor, and started dancing their first dance as husband and wife. Then Molly and Arthur moved onto the dance floor. Ginny and Harry soon followed, and then soon enough, most of the Weasleys were dancing. Charlie was sitting down, tapping his foot to the music, and George walked over to sit next to Hermione.
“Having fun?” he asked. Hermione nodded, smiling at the happy couple, who gazing into each others eyes.
“They’re so lucky,” Hermione sighed. George nodded in agreement.
“They are. I’d love to find someone,” he said. Hermione met his eyes, and smiled at him. Then George laughed.
“Why should we miss out on the dancing? Would you like to dance, Miss Granger?” he asked. Hermione grinned.
“Of course, Mr Weasley,” she said, and George took her out onto the dance floor, and they started dancing. A faster song came on, and George decided to start dancing flamboyantly. Hermione laughed as George spun Hermione around three times. She didn’t notice Ginny and Harry staring at them. Once the song ended, Hermione went to sit down next to Ginny.
“You looked like you were having fun,” she said, her lips pursed. Hermione nodded, fanninf herself with her hand.
“George makes things a lot of fun,” Hermione said. Ginny nodded, but she didn’t look too happy. Hermione frowned.
“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked. Ginny shrugged.
“Charlie isn’t dancing with anyone,” Ginny said. Hermione followed her gaze over to Charlie, who was watching the dancers on the dance floor.
“He hasn’t asked anyone,” Hermione pointed out. Ginny shrugged, and then stood up.
“I’m going to go dance with him,” she said. Hermione nodded, and watched as Ginny made her way towards Charlie. Ginny said something to her brother, and then he nodded. He stood up, and they started to dance.
“Hermione! Have you dance with anyone?” she heard a voice behind her. She turned, to see Luna and Ron standing there.
“I danced with George before,” she said. Luna smiled, then nudged Ron.
“Dance with Ron,” she said. Ron rolled his eyes, but took Hermione out to the dance floor anyway.
“Congratulations, Ron. I’m so happy for you,” Hermione muttered as that danced. Ron smiled, and then looked at Hermione concerned.
“We need to find someone for you,” he said. Hermione took her hand off his shoulder and slapped her forehead.
“They were trying to match me up with George or Charlie last night,” Hermione said in an annoyed tone. Ron shrugged.
“You and George together would be very odd. I mean, it could work, but it would still be very odd,” Ron said. Hermione glared at Ron, and he grinned again.
“I’m kidding. I won’t go matchmaking, okay?” he said. Hermione smiled, and as the song ended, drifted to the side of the marquee. When would people leave her alone?
AN~ Okay, personally, I think it ends rather abruptly, but I had nowhere to end it, and nother else to write...anyway, I'm so sorry for how long it's taken for me to get this up, but I hope you enjoyed it, thanks for reading, please leave a review!