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ofscarletwoman) wrote2004-12-27 12:50 pm
ofscarletwoman) wrote2004-12-27 12:50 pm
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FICLET: Getting Married, Ron/Hermione, PG
Title: Getting Married
Author: Tarie
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG
Word Count: 420
Notes: Drabble requested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
calliope14, who wanted “oh_honestly/weasley_enprise sometime very far in the future. Perhaps either just before or just after their wedding.” Something of a companion piece to Ten by legomymalfoy. Er, more of a ficlet. Sort of got carried away. Sorry!
Oh shite.
Is it hot in here or is it just me?
He was beginning to feel faint. He really was. There were a tonne of people all packed into the little Muggle church that her mother had insisted on, everyone was watching him, his Oxfords were a bit small on his feet, his dress robes were sodding hot, and he could swear his collar was shrinking.
Clearing his throat, he shifted his weight from foot to foot and stuck a finger between his neck and the starched linen collar of his shirt, tugging on it a bit.
“Ron.”
Vaguely he heard Harry behind him but he didn’t pay his best mate much mind. Whatever Harry had to say could wait. This was important! Hermione was standing RIGHT SODDING THERE and they were GETTING MARRIED.
“Ron.” Harry was huffing at him now in a way he’d learnt from Hermione, poking him in the back.
Ron didn’t much care for being poked. Harry knew that. Ron also tended to snap when under pressure. Harry knew that as well.
“WHAT?!” he roared, turning round to glare at Harry. “Oy, mate! Can’t you see I’m sorta getting married here?!”
“Er, yeah, Ron. I can see that,” Harry said slowly, grabbing Ron by the elbow and pulling him close. “But you, er...well...look at her, mate!”
Ron did as he was told, craning his neck to get a look at Hermione, standing there so beautiful in her sensible wedding robe, a robe with a cut that she could easily wear some other time as a special occasion sort of robe. She was looking back at him expectantly, narrowing her eyes in that way that meant he’d done – or not done – something.
Ron gulped. Harry poked. Again.
“Snog her,” he hissed.
“We’re not at that part yet!” Ron protested, giving Hermione a broad, nervous grin.
“Yes, Ron,” she finally said, taking hold of his hand and pulling him close, “we are.”
From behind him, he heard Harry add, “We’ve been waiting five minutes, at least.”
Bloody hell.
Although she looked as though she might want to hex him, Hermione laughed. He probably looked like a stag caught in wand lights. No woman could resist having a laugh at that bloody ridiculous expression.
“Just kiss me, Mr Weasley,” she whispered, inclining her head to his.
The grin deepened, eyes twinkling with mischief now. “As you wish, Mrs Weasley,” he murmured, leaning in all the way and sealing the deal.
Author: Tarie
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG
Word Count: 420
Notes: Drabble requested by
calliope14, who wanted “oh_honestly/weasley_enprise sometime very far in the future. Perhaps either just before or just after their wedding.” Something of a companion piece to Ten by legomymalfoy. Er, more of a ficlet. Sort of got carried away. Sorry!Oh shite.
Is it hot in here or is it just me?
He was beginning to feel faint. He really was. There were a tonne of people all packed into the little Muggle church that her mother had insisted on, everyone was watching him, his Oxfords were a bit small on his feet, his dress robes were sodding hot, and he could swear his collar was shrinking.
Clearing his throat, he shifted his weight from foot to foot and stuck a finger between his neck and the starched linen collar of his shirt, tugging on it a bit.
“Ron.”
Vaguely he heard Harry behind him but he didn’t pay his best mate much mind. Whatever Harry had to say could wait. This was important! Hermione was standing RIGHT SODDING THERE and they were GETTING MARRIED.
“Ron.” Harry was huffing at him now in a way he’d learnt from Hermione, poking him in the back.
Ron didn’t much care for being poked. Harry knew that. Ron also tended to snap when under pressure. Harry knew that as well.
“WHAT?!” he roared, turning round to glare at Harry. “Oy, mate! Can’t you see I’m sorta getting married here?!”
“Er, yeah, Ron. I can see that,” Harry said slowly, grabbing Ron by the elbow and pulling him close. “But you, er...well...look at her, mate!”
Ron did as he was told, craning his neck to get a look at Hermione, standing there so beautiful in her sensible wedding robe, a robe with a cut that she could easily wear some other time as a special occasion sort of robe. She was looking back at him expectantly, narrowing her eyes in that way that meant he’d done – or not done – something.
Ron gulped. Harry poked. Again.
“Snog her,” he hissed.
“We’re not at that part yet!” Ron protested, giving Hermione a broad, nervous grin.
“Yes, Ron,” she finally said, taking hold of his hand and pulling him close, “we are.”
From behind him, he heard Harry add, “We’ve been waiting five minutes, at least.”
Bloody hell.
Although she looked as though she might want to hex him, Hermione laughed. He probably looked like a stag caught in wand lights. No woman could resist having a laugh at that bloody ridiculous expression.
“Just kiss me, Mr Weasley,” she whispered, inclining her head to his.
The grin deepened, eyes twinkling with mischief now. “As you wish, Mrs Weasley,” he murmured, leaning in all the way and sealing the deal.
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Thank youuuuu! >:D< >:D
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*must get more ship!icons for this damned account*
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That made me giggle.
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He probably looked like a stag caught in wand lights - priceless.
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