Ron and Hermione's wedding

The sound of laughter and cries of happiness reached Harry's ears as soon as he left the burrow and started up the dusty path towards the wedding tent.

After a few minutes passed Ginny ran up to him and ran her arm through his, hugging it tightly, she smiled and asked,

"So have you thought what to say yet?"
"What?" Harry asked grinning knowing exsactly what she ment.
"The speech" she paused, " You are the best man after all "
"I know" Harry said simply.

After they reached the wedding tent still holding each others arms in the other, they saw Ron in his black and white tux, the velvet shiney slightly in the spring sunlight.
He was standing next to a wooded chair with a golden blanket over it, while the others only showed wood.
He seemed restless.
"I wonder what his problem is?" Ginny wondered, looking in the direction of Ron's back.
"Well, he is going to just get married in a few minutes insent he" Harry stated, looking into Ginny's beautiful eyes, with tenderness.
"Yeah, I sopose" she sighed and they sat down near the front of the alter.

"Harry dear!" a familiar voice cried over the shouts of the other guests.
Harry turned to see Mrs Weasly shuffle over to them, budging people out of the way.
"Harry dear" she gasped her sides heaving when she finally reached them, "You've got to sit my Ron, you're the best man"
"What?, what?" Harry glanced at Ginny then at Mrs Weasly confused.
"You got to go next to Ron, now go, the wedding seremony will start only in a few minutes now go" she waved her hand huredly towards Ron, who now was almost bitting his nails.

So Harry walked nervously towards Ron.

The sound of the organ which had been brought specially for the wedding, played it's usual merry tune of notes for weddings, and the guests rose.
Harry gulped,
Ron looked at Harry,
" I've never been a best man before"
Ron looked at Harry then back at the alter. "What are you saying, I've never been a groom before"

Ron looked back and saw a beautiful lady, in a flowing white dress, that reached the floor and was carried by two tiny brides maids. The lady had a fail over her head, and walked slowly down towards the alter where the vikar stood, with a small smile on his face.
When she reached the alter, Ron stood up and stood next to her.
He looked at her and whispered " You look beautiful"
"Thank you"

The Vikar talked his talk and then said " Do you Hermione Granger, take Ron Weasly to be your husband to have and to hold and from this day forward for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?"
"I Hermione Granger take  Ron Weasly to be my husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness, and in health, to love and to cherish until death do us part."
"And do you Ron Weasly take Hermionie Granger to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?"
"I Ron Weasly take you Hermione Granger to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do us part"
"You may kiss the bride"
And they did.

At the party after wards Harry found Ron and Hermione drinking a glass of shampaine and talking in whispers.
"So how's the two love birds?" he asked. Grinning from ear to ear.
"Oh fine" chidded Hermione, laughing.
"MORE THAN FINE!" Ron cried, flinging his arms up in the air, "We're FANTASTIC!"
And Hermione laughed more.
After a couple more minutes Ginny came up to them.
"I thought I'd give you a wedding gift my self, after all I am your sister, Ron" and she handed her pink wrapped gift to Ron.
Ron looked at it as if it were a snake that had flung it's self at him.
"Pink?"
"Yes, pink"
"We love it" Hermione thanked, looking a Ron, with a stirn gaze, but to no provaile.

When Hermiones favourite song came on, she dragged Ron off with her, them lauging all the way. Leaving Harry and Ginny on their own.
"So, having a nice time?" Harry asked Ginny, Ginny grinned, her white teeth glinting in the sunlight. "Yes" and gave Harry a hug.
"You?"
"Wonderful"
Then after a rather short pause, Ginny then dragged Harry off to the dance floor, flinging her self on to him, and Harry spun her around with a flurish of her dress.
Laughing well into the night.

The End

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