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The World According to Triple Chocolate Ice-Cream by writergirl8
Chapter 47 : A Change of Plans
 
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  It was the first day of December. Everything was cold, and Hermione couldn't wait for it to be warm again. She loved the snow, but she liked tank tops and shorts much better. As she pushed her cart through the store, she couldn't help looking outside at the frosty window panes and sighing at the cold weather. The world was beautiful in the winter. But it was always nicer in the summer. When she was younger, she used to hate summer. She wasn't in school, she wasn't near Harry and Ron. But she always enjoyed playing with Rose, at least while she was friends with her, and she never stopped liking swimming. Her parents used to think of her as a mermaid. If only they knew how close they were. Not a mermaid, but a witch. And a darn good one.


“Hermione! Hermione Granger!” A slightly familiar voice rang through the store, incredulously calling her name.

 

“Hannah Abbott? Hi!” Hermione cried, walking over to the girl. Hannah had been one of Hermione's friends from school. A fellow prefect, she only hung out with the girl when Ron and Harry weren't around, but the two always had fun together. However, they'd never become close, and after Hermione left Hogwarts and didn't return, the two girls had drifted easily apart. “Long time no see.”

“I didn't want to go to the Hogwarts reunion.” Hannah admitted. “Too many bad memories.”

 

“Understandable.” Hermione said, nodding sympathetically at her old friend.


“So how are you?” Hannah asked. “I hear you're getting married!”

 

“Oh, yeah, I am!” Hermione squealed, showing off her ring.

 

Hannah gasped happily.

“Oh, it's beautiful! Who's the lucky guy?”

“Ron Weasley.”

Hannah rolled her eyes, smiling.


“Of course.” she said. “Word on the street is you guys went on a game show together. Apparently, it was really romantic. So, when's the wedding?”

 

“May eighteenth.” Hermione said. The date was burned into her mind, she absolutely could not stop thinking about it.

 

“Oh, you have a while. But knowing you, the whole thing's planned out.” Hannah laughed.

 

Hermione gave her a guilty look.


“Well, I have the venue, dresses, date, honeymoon, music, flowers, guest list, photographer, DJ and officiator all lined up. I guess I'm pretty good on time.”

Hannah giggled.


“Pretty good? Hermione, you could have it tomorrow the way you're planning.”

“No thanks. May is absolutely fine with me!” She grinned. “Although sometimes, I think I don't want to wait that long.”

 

“Why would you? You two are perfect for each other!” Hannah laughed. “So, what are you doing here, if you've got all the wedding stuff planned.” she said, looking around the store.

“I need some new pillows for my living room.”

“I've seen your flat, Hermione, it's perfect.”

“Oh, I'm moving out of the flat. Ron bought me my dream house, and I'm getting all new furnishings for it.”

“Wow, Hermione. It seems like your life is really unfolding perfectly.” Hannah sighed, shaking her head and smiling.

“I know. I keep waiting for something to go wrong.” Hermione confessed, lowing her voice.

 

“Nothing's going to go wrong. Every thing's great.” Hannah said, touching Hermione's shoulder in reassurance.

 

But Hermione's prediction came true that same night. She was sitting at home, watching a documentary titled 'For The Love of Merlin' when Ron flooed into the house, looking tired and worried. Hermione took one look at him, and knew that something was woefully wrong.


“Hermione-” Ron started, but Hermione held up a hand.

“I need tea for this.” she said, biting her lip.

 

“Yeah, I think you do.” Ron admitted. Hermione walked over to the kitchen and set to making tea. Then she turned to Ron.

 

“Okay. Out with it.”

“Your tea isn't even ready...”

“I know, but this way when I need to turn away from you I'll have an excuse. And then if I start crying I can say that I splashed myself with some tea when I turned away.”

“Are you su-?”

“Just do it, Ron.” Hermione said. “Rip off the band aid.”

“I'm going on a mission.” Ron said, looking at her in sorry way.

“When?” Hermione asked, looking unworried.

“The beginning of February.”

 

“So?” Hermione asked, not seeing what the problem was.

 

“I'm not coming back until June.”

“JUNE?” Hermione yelled, her eyes wide and angry.

 

“Hermione.” Ron said, wincing.

 

“June?” Hermione whispered.

 

“Yes. June. And that means we won't be able to get married until June.”

“Oh. Well, it's a little longer than we wanted, but I can go until June. “

“The thing is, Hermione, the absolute date of our return isn't final. It could be May, it could be July. We'd have to plan a whole nothing wedding, which would take forever!”

“That's an exaggeration, Ron.” Hermione said, frowning. “And-” she started.

“I want to get married in two weeks.” Ron said, cutting Hermione off. She stared at him, her mouth open into a perfect 'O'. When she was finally able to speak, her words were not encouraging.

 

“I... two... what? No! I won't do that!”

 

“Hermione, think about it. We have pull. Luna's Quibbler photographers are at our disposal. The flowers you ordered are only spring flowers, but Neville can give us some gorgeous winter flowers that his first years have been growing. The dresses are all made, and they all fit. The guest list has been completely planned, and the invites are all addressed and made. All we need to do is magically alter them. We can get the cake anytime we want. The only complications we'll face is the venue and the band. And we can always just enchant some of our guests to suddenly become good instrument players.”

 

“Very funny, Ronald.” Hermione said, turning away from him. Ron walked around Hermione so that he could look her in the eye.

 

“We could go on our Honeymoon when I get back. It'll be like a two for one deal.”

 

“I don't want my Honeymoon to be a two for one deal!” Hermione cried, turning away again. Ron didn't try to walk around her again. Instead, he started to massage her shoulders. Hermione loved when he did that. It felt so amazing. She was silent for a while, as he continued to massage. When she finally spoke, she hadn't turned around yet.


“Ever since I met you when I was eleven years old, I've dreamed about my wedding. You triggered something in me that made me wonder who was going to be the person standing opposite to me at the alter. But, Ron, in all the times I pictures myself getting married, I always thought of it as me saying hello. I never thought of my wedding signifying something that meant goodbye.” She turned around. Tears were in her eyes, but they didn't fall down her face. “But I'd do anything for you. And I don't want to wait, you're right. I want to be able to have people call me Hermione Weasley, even when you aren't going to come home that night and I only have Crookshanks to greet me.” She pressed her lips together and looked at the ceiling. “I didn't know that I was falling in love with an auror when I was thirteen years old. If I had, I would have been even more reluctant. But it couldn't have stopped me. By the time we were able to be together, you were bent set on the job, and there was nothing I could do to stop you. I never liked it. I hate being so afraid of what's going to happen when you go to work. But I'm not going to stop you from doing what you love. When we have children, I hope you'll take a desk job, just day missions. But for now I can't do anything about it. Even though I absolutely loathe this.”

 

“I'm sorry, Hermione. I know you don't like the fact that my job is so dangerous, but it's what I love doing. Ridding the world of evil. I feel passionate about it, you know? It's like the Robinson case. You were crying when you won it, you were so happy. And that's how I feel about being an auror. But, of course, when we have kids I'll apply for an easier position in the field.” He smiled at her. “So. Two weeks, huh?”

 

“Yes, I suppose so.” Hermione answered. Then she met Ron's eyes and smiled, too. “I actually feel kind of excited about this.”

“Me too. I can't wait to marry you.” Ron smiled, pulling her into his arms and kissing her. Hermione kissed him back, hard, then pulled away. Ron groaned and gave her a look.

 

“I have to get started! I have tons of floo calls to make. Ron, the wedding invitations are in the office. Go in there and start changing the date on them, then bring them to the post office and mail them as soon as you can.” Hermione said, grabbing a pot and throwing the floo powder into the fireplace.


“Hi, Luna!” Hermione shouted, calling through the house. A second later, Luna appeared, looking happy to see Hermione.

 

“Oh, hi, Hermione. What can I do for you?”

“I need a little favor...”

***


“This is the perfect idea!” Ginny said, swinging her bags as she walked down the street. “We should do it more often.”

“Go shopping together? Ginny, no one except you likes shopping.” Hermione teased, elbowing her friend.

 

“Yes, well, I'm special,” Ginny replied, adding a bit more bounce to her step. “And, anyways, once James or Lily comes, I won't be able to do it so often.”

“James or Lily?” Hermione asked. “Harry's parents?”


“No, the baby! I want to name him or her James or Lily... hey, let's stop somewhere for lunch, okay?”

“Sure.” Hermione said, looking down the street at possible food prospects. “I've heard of a really nice place down the street- tons of salads and soups and healthy choices.”

“Hermione, that dress fits like a glove. You don't have to worry.” Ginny joked. “But, yeah, sounds great. Lets go there. And then we can see if we can figure out where you should have your wedding.”

“I think Ron needs to be there for that.” Hermione told Ginny, rolling her eyes.


“Not necessarily.” Ginny said, shrugging. “As long as you're there, he'll be fine.”

 

“That may be true, but still...” Hermione walked into the restaurant, grabbed a table and started perusing the menu. “I think I'll have the-”

“Hermione? Hermione, hi!”

 

It was the second sighting of someone she knew in two days! But Hermione knew whose voice that was. She excitedly turned around.

 

“Hi, Rose! How are you?” she asked, hugging her friend.


“I'm wonderful. How are you?”

“I'm perfect. I'm getting married in two weeks!” Hermione added excitedly, showing Rose her finger. Rose let out a quiet screech.


“Hermione! You're marrying Ron?”

“No, I chose Harry instead.” Hermione said, hanging her head. Rose stood there, looking shocked, until Hermione snapped her head up and said, “Kidding! Actually, my friend here, Ginny, is married to Harry.”

 

“Oh! Nice to meet you, Ginny.” Rose said, shaking Ginny's hand and beaming at her.

 

“Likewise. It's great to meet a fellow red-head. Would you like to sit?” Ginny asked.

 

“Of course! That would be wonderful.” Rose pulled up a chair and sat down.

 

“Oh, we should go order. Hermione, would you mind coming with me?” Ginny asked, and Hermione nodded. They walked up to the line, Ginny's eyes glowing excitedly.

 

“She isn't a witch, is she?” Ginny asked.

 

“No, but her husband is a Squib, and the Healers think that she may have some magical background.”

“Hermione, are you think what I'm thinking?”

“I am. She's the spitting image of Harry's mum.”

They both glanced back at Rose and, once again, drank in her gorgeous red hair and green eyes.

 

“What if they're related in some way?”

“Dumbledore didn't think Harry had any other relatives...” Hermione started, but Ginny shook her head.

 

“Those were the closest relatives, the direct ones... she could be a second cousin or a third cousin or whatnot.”

“I know... and that would explain so much about her children!”

“You go back to Rose, I'll finish ordering.” Ginny said, moving up in the line.

 

“Okay.” Hermione said, and then she walked back over to Rose.

 

“So, wedding, huh?” Rose asked.


“Yeah.” Hermione sighed and slumped down in her chair.

“What's wrong?” Rose asked worriedly. “You're not having second thoughts, are you?”

 

“What? No! Of course not! It's just that... we need a venue. We pushed the wedding up to December, and we can't get married outside like we wanted to. At Ron's childhood home.”

 

Rose sat there, biting her lip. “That's horrible.” she said. “Wait, let me think...”

She sat there thinking as Ginny approached the table again.

 

“Here you go.” She said, passing Hermione her meal and Rose her plate of French fries. After pushing a piece of salad into her mouth, Ginny snapped her fingers. “Did you owl your parents about the party favors?” she asked.

 

“Your parents!” Rose said, something in her eyes sparking. Hermione and Ginny looked at her oddly. “Hermione, you should get married in the church your parents got married in! That's what you always wanted when you were a little girl.”

“Oh my god, perfect!” Ginny breathed, while Hermione beamed at Rose.

 

“She's right, perfect, Rosie.” Hermione said, bouncing a little in her chair. Then she frowned. “But what if it's not available?”

“Hold on.” Rose said, getting up and pulling out a muggle cell phone. Ginny and Hermione exchanged bewildered glances as Rose exited the building, dialing a number. She pressed a finger to her ear and her brow creased. Suddenly, her expression cleared. She bounced up and down, hung up, and rushed back over to Hermione and Ginny.


“It's available December twenty first! Last minute cancellation. I booked you.”

“Oh my god, Rose, you are so brilliant!” Hermione cried, hugging her.

 

Ginny shook her head in amazement.

 

“Hermione, you have really amazing friends.” she said, sighing happily. Hermione glanced down at her, grinning.


“I know. I really, really do, Ginny.”  

A/N: So did everyone like the movie? How 'bout that Romione kiss? I actually really liked it, angles be darned :) Two chapters until the wedding! Anyone getting excited? ~writergirl8


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