Preparations for George and Angelina's wedding day had been in full swing, but Hermione hadn't been paying any attention to them. She had mainly been sitting at Victoire's side, watching the little girl sleep, watching Fleur feed her, and giving in to every whim the baby had. It was like a built in baby sitter, Fleur joked quietly. But she could see how much Hermione loved this baby. How much Hermione wanted one of her own. Yes, Victoire was beautiful. She was a part veela, for the love of merlin. She had to be beautiful, and she enticed everyone around her. But there was something in the way Hermione reacted to her that made Fleur realize that Hermione wasn't just hanging around Victoire because she was a cute baby. She was hanging around her because Victoire was a Weasley child.
It was the day of George and Angelina's wedding, and nothing had changed. Hermione was sitting at Victoire's side while Fleur took a nap, and Bill was at work. It was a Wednesday wedding, mainly because, for some reason, Wednesday had been Fred's favorite day of the week. No one actually knew why. But no one ever questioned the antics of Fred or George. Despite the fact that sometimes they acted completely ludicrous, they were usually right about most things. Or, at least, Fred had been. George was now. Hermione slowly trailed a finger across Victoire's smooth baby skin. If she closed her eyes, she could even pretend that Victoire was hers, and that Ron was at work, just like Bill was now.
“'ow long 'ave you two been togezer again?” Fleur asked quietly, coming up behind Hermione.
“Excuse me?” Hermione asked, turning around.
“Vell, you 'ave been obsessing over Victoire ever seence she 'as come.” Fleur shrugged. “And I figure zat zis means you are back togezer with Ronald? Because she eez a Veasley child, no?”
“Oh. Um, since the Hogwarts reunion.”
It seemed only natural to reply with the truth. More and more people seemed to be finding out, and Hermione was starting to want to shout it to the rooftops. She didn't exactly know how much longer she could keep her and Ron's relationship a secret anymore, but as long as it existed she didn't think it mattered anymore.
“Zat ees vunderful, 'Ermione.”
“I think so, too.” Hermione said, smiling softly.
“I vant you to be 'er godmuzzer.” Fleur said out of the blue.
Hermione turned around quickly, her eyes wide with excitement.
“What?” she asked. “Oh, I would love to, but... shouldn't you have Ginny or Gabrielle do it?”
“I veel have more children. But for now, I theenk you deserve 'er more zen anyone. You 'ave spent more time with 'er, you have been around 'er so much more. I am right, am I not?”
“Yes.” It was hard to ignore raw fact.
“So zen you are 'er godmuzzer.”
Just then, Ron walked into the room, saw Fleur, and quickly backed out.
“She knows,” Hermione called. “You can come in.”
Ron appeared in the doorway, looking confused.
“How did she find out?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
“I guessed,” Fleur said, picking up Victoire and straightening her frilly pink nightdress. “I am not stupid, you know.”
“Wait- does anyone else know?” Ron asked, panicked.
Fleur shook her head.
“Besides Mr. Weasley, no one. Zey are not looking for eet, not after all zis time. But us veelas... ve know ven eet ees true love.”
Hermione blushed, but looked up at Ron, a large smile stretched across her face. He leaned down to kiss her, and Fleur cleared her throat and said,
“I theenk eet ees time for zee lady to start getting ready? Ermione, I veel elp you with your 'air. Zer is an ancient veela method that I zinc veel vork perfectly with your bushiness.”
Hermione nodded, then walked out of the room to change into her dress. The red chiffon fit over her just as perfectly as she remembered, and if she breathed in really closely she could smell a bit of Ron on it. It would help her through the evening. Both Ron and Hermione agreed that it had been best for their charade if they didn't talk to each other at the wedding. George had always been good with the whole sexual chemistry thing. He could tell anything, and although they were relying on the fact that he was blissfully in love on his wedding day to disguise their feelings for each other, you could never predict much with George.
“Ginny? Can I borrow your...?”
Hermione darted into the room, but stepped back when she noticed Angelina sitting there, looking at herself in the mirror with an expression on her face that clearly stated the fact that she was having second thoughts.
“Angelina? Are you alright?” Hermione asked. She startled, the look shook off of her face, and she smiled at Hermione.
“Oh, yes. Perfect!” Angelina said unconvincingly.
Hermione sat down on the bed.
“Do you need to talk? I'm not going to judge you, you know.”
“I know,” Angelina sighed. “I guess it's just nerves...”
She trailed off, and Hermione sat there patiently, waiting.
“It's just that... do you think it's too soon? I mean, we haven't even been dating for that long. What if it doesn't work out? It's a pretty huge choice to get married, and George isn't always the most serious guy. Do you think he's taking this seriously?”
“Angelina, I never thought I'd say this to someone on her wedding day, but you need to stop and listen,” Hermione said bossily, grimacing her apologies. “Every time George looks at you, his face gets brighter, because you always bring a smile to his face. And ever since Fred died, it's been harder to do that. But you brought him back. He owes you who he is. And he would never back out on you. When he says those vows, he'll love you forever. Because if there is one thing George does not lack, it is passion. He knows that this is huge. But he'll stick with it, because you mean so, so much to him.”
Angelina looked at her, then smiled.
“God, I can't believe I ever doubted that. I think you know him better then I do. Do you want to marry him instead? You probably deserve it more.”
“Nope.” Hermione said, getting up and grinning. “I've got my eye on another Weasley.”
Angelina's mouth dropped open, and she shouted,
“HERMIONE!” as Hermione floated out of the room. But she didn't turn back. She walked down the steps and back out to the lawn, where the party was set up. She could probably find Ginny there, although she didn't really need lipstick that much. Maybe she'd just ignore it. It was time to get started, anyway.
Angelina walked down the aisle, and George couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her. That was how it was supposed to be, of course. But Hermione was so immersed in the wedding and trying not to cry she barely noticed that Ron wasn't taking his eyes off of her. She could feel them, somehow, but as she turned to face the alter, she forgot all about him and got lost in the romance of two people giving each other forever. Okay. She didn't really forget all about him. It had long ago been established that- when you were in love- the person that you were in love with never actually left your mind. They were on it twenty four seven, actually, and whenever they were in the same room you always looked for them. You sometimes got butterflies and automatically looked up when someone said their name. It also came with a natural inclination to inquire about them from the person who had said their name, which could lead to some embarrassing situations.
The ceremony wore on, and Hermione clapped and cried at the exact right times. As if nothing were different. As if she weren't hiding something huge from the people who wanted this most, possibly more then she did. Well, almost more. No one- not even Ron- could possibly want this relationship more then she did. Why she kept fighting it, Hermione had no idea. Perhaps it was natural instinct, like riding a bike when you hadn't ridden in years. Perhaps over the years she had gotten so used to hiding the fact that she had a crush on Ron, she had just gotten a reflex that stopped herself from being with him. To say that she had a reflex to stop herself from falling too hard was pointless, because she'd fallen so hard she didn't even think a giant, fluffy pillow could cushion the blow.
Hermione and Ron sat at the same table (Angelina was still pushing for them, and she and George had chosen to have no bridesmaids and groomsmen), and tried not to touch each other as they ate steak. Mrs. Weasley sat there, looking as though she wasn't sure if she was supposed to be happy about the marriage or upset about the fact that she was robbed of the time to plan another wedding. Ginny and Harry's had been lavish, extravagant, and beautiful. Hermione knew that, if the time ever came, her and Ron's wedding would be just as elegant, old fashioned, and perfect as she had always dreamed- but only because she had Mrs. Weasley and Fleur working for her, as well as Betty. But she didn't want to think about herself today. Angelina glowed in her white dress, and her long hair seemed brighter then ever before. For once, George's hair didn't clash with anything; they had gone with white flowers, playing it safe. The burrow was nicely lit, and the glow that was cast on everyone seemed to make everything more gorgeous then it actually was.
Before Hermione knew it, the whole wedding halfway, and everyone was trying to turn away from George and Angelina, who were kissing so passionately it was as though they forgot everyone was watching. Hermione got up and wondered over to the buffet dessert table, grabbing bunches of Mrs. Weasley's delicious cooking and adding them to her plate. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed George and Angelina dancing together, jabbering about whatever they usually talked about. Ginny and Harry were on the sidelines, holding hands, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were swaying together in the middle, as well. It was how every Weasley wedding went, and the scenario was unbelievably desirable. She looked across the crowd and caught Ron's eye. He looked at her, giving her a little half grin. She smiled back, then looked away to check and see if anyone had seen. No one had a particularly exhilarated or shocked look on their face, so Hermione turned back to the food, satisfied with the fact that she was still somewhat discreet. But as the night continued, Hermione saw only flashes of Ron around the yard. And she kept on feeling that she wasn't enjoying this wedding nearly as much as she could be. He didn't look happy either. In fact, every time he bumped into her or caught sight of her, he seemed to be growing more and more frustrated. Finally, he turned around and went to the side of the yard where nobody was. Hermione excused herself from her conversation with Mr. Weasley (about the precise function of a can-opener, which she had thought would be obvious), then rushed to the other side of the yard.
Ron was sitting on the swing, watching the sunset. The colors were splashing across his face, making his nose look more comical then usual. Hermione approached him quietly, then sat next to him on the swing and started swinging with him. He leaned into her, and she leaned into him. She wondered if it was a coincidence that they fit together perfectly. Suddenly, a song came on over the speakers, louder, but more beautiful. Ron smiled, and turned to Hermione.
“I requested this one. I've been practicing.”
And then he stood up, held out her hand, and she took it. He lifted her up, and she stood. He drew her to him, and they danced. She suddenly heard a voice singing the words in her ears.
“I've been alone with you inside my mind. And in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times.”
Hermione closed her eyes and let out a laugh.
“This song describes us, doesn't it?”
Ron nodded, and she snuggled her head into his neck. Ron returned to singing the lyrics in a terrible, off-key voice that Hermione absolutely adored.
“Tell me how to win your heart... cuz I haven't got a clue. But let me start by saying I love you.”
“Love you, too.” Hermione said, kissing him. He kissed her on the nose, and she sighed and leaned her head against his chest. Never mind marriage, and babies, and worries. This was perfection.
A/N: So, I wasn't actually going to post another chapter so soon. But then one of my favorite stories got updated and it was amazing and I'm so happy I want to cry... so I'm being speedy quick with an update! Here you go- and I hope you liked it. By the way, credit for lyrics go to Linol Richie. Please excuse my spelling of his name... ~writergirl8
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