Chapter 4 - Harry Potter Fan-fiction 4 - Wedding of the Century (1/2)
Plot: Harry and Hermione just want a simple wedding. Too bad no one they know is going to agree to that. COMPLETE!
Pairing: H-Hr
As I glance across the table and see my stepmother, Emily Granger, and Mrs. Weasley chattering away excitedly, I want to pound my head against said table. Why exactly did these things have to be so bloody complicated?
Maybe I should clarify. I, Hermione Granger, have been engaged to Harry Potter now for a mere 2 days and already my parents and the Weasleys had taken over. I thought this was supposed to be mine and Harry's wedding.
Well, apparently not.
I have just been informed that I have to go to three different bridal stores immediately, if not sooner.
”Wouldn't one be good enough?” I ask.
Apparently that was a stupid question considering the laughs that have erupted across the table.
”Hermione! Of course not! We need to find you the perfect dress!” my stepmother announces.
”Ok, but I know exactly what I want, so shopping around might not be too necessary. I mean, I don't want anything too extravagant or gaudy,” I tell them. ”I'm not a princess or anything.”
”Oh, but dear! You are marrying a prince!” Molly says.
”Yes, while that's true, he is my prince, I don't think we need to throw an actual royal wedding. It's just Harry and I.”
”Well, there are going to be certain expectations of this wedding, dear,” my stepmum says. ”Even being a Muggle, I can tell the importance that Harry has in the wizarding world. Plus, he's pretty wealthy, right?. People are going to insist on a big wedding.”
”But it's not their wedding!” I whɨnė. ”This is my wedding! I don't care what everyone else insists!”
”Yes, dear, we know,” Molly says, while patronizingly patting my arm. ”Now, Emily, what kind of flowers are you thinking?”
And as if I wasn't even in the room, my stepmother replied, ”Well, I was thinking roses, but with Harry's mum's name being Lily, wouldn't that be nice too?”
”Well, Harry and I discussed that and –”
”Oh, that would be lovely!” Molly replies (interrupting me without a thought to what I was trying to say). ”What a touching tribute!”
”Well, I thought maybe I could just carry some dandelions that I'll pick myself. Or perhaps something really off the wall. Maybe I'll carry a chicken down the aisle,” I say, in the hopes of actually catching some attention.
”Well, that would be lovely, Hermione,” my stepmum says absently. ”Now, Molly, for the cake …”
I stood up at this point.
”Hello! Remember me? The bride-to-be?”
”Yes, honey, of course we remember you,” my stepmum says.
”Well, that's good. I was beginning to think that you two were planning me out of this event. And besides, Harry and I have only been engaged for two days! This kind of stuff can really wait … can't … it?”
Ok, if I could even begin to describe the looks of disbelief on these women's faces, I would. But I honestly can't. It appears that they're both in shock and may need medical attention.
”What? What did I say?”
”Hermione! This can't wait! We'll need all the time we can get!” my stepmum tells me.
”We haven't even set a date yet! What if we're waiting 10 years? That's enough time.”
”Honey, do you really think you and Harry would wait 10 years?” Molly asks.
”No, but that's not the point. I just want to get married. I don't need a room filled with material for a wedding gown, I don't want a wedding cake that sings, I don't need enough flowers to send my cousin into a pollen-induced allergy breakdown and I don't need to release 100 magically trained doves after the ceremony.”
”Doves! I never even thought of that!” my stepmum yells. ”Molly, is there a way to make the doves magically fly in a heart shape?”
What have I gotten myself into?
”Listen, you two have fun. I'm going to see Harry. You fill me in about my wedding later, ok?”
”Ok, dear,” my stepmum says as I leave.
Now that I am out of the kitchen, I lean against the doorframe. I can't believe that this is happening already. Two days and the piranhas are already biting. I can't blame them though. I mean, I am my stepmother's only ”daughter.” And Harry is like a son to Molly and who knows when Ginny will actually get married, so they naturally are clinging to the idea of a wedding. I just wish they would let me interject.
I know they will eventually. They just need to get this out of their system, right?
Before I can think of the answer, I Apparate to the flat I share with Harry and Ron. Soon it'll just be the two of us though, since Ron and Luna are moving in together soon.
He's just sitting down to read the paper when I surprise him.
”Hermione! What are you doing here?” he asks.
”Seeking refuge,” I reply.
”From?”
”Molly and Em. I just want this to be our wedding and already it's not.”
”Just talk to them. I'm sure they will understand,” he says in that rational tone that always put me back with reality. He stands up, walks over to me and holds both of my hands in his.
”I will. When I can get a word in edgewise. They weren't even listening to me. I can only hope that once the newness wears off, it'll be better.”
”They're just excited.”
”Don't they think I am, too?” I ask, slightly exasperated at it all.
”Of course they do. But come on, do you think Ginny will settle down any time soon? Not with the way she's been dating lately. And it's not like Emily has any other children to fawn over. They just want to throw their little girl a beautiful wedding,” Harry says while pulling me into a hug.