Remember to read "A Comedy of Errors" first at Portkey.org or FictionAlley.org or FanFiction.net or HPFanFiction.com. Though it is not necessary to do so in order to understand, it'll help to clarify a few things.
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A Wedding Full of Errors- The Errors of the Arrival
Professor Hermione Granger, the Charm professor of Hogwarts, sat down a pile of N.E.W.T. exam paper, which she had just marked, on her table.
"Finished!" Hermione said contently as she stretched.
Hermione had been a Hogwarts teacher for exactly one year. She took over Professor Filtwick's position, when he retired, straight after her graduation. Hermione was proud to find a job so soon after her graduation. Many of her friends were still struggling to get a decent job. Another great thing about being the Charm professor was that she could see her fiancée, Harry Potter, just about everyday. Harry Potter took up the vacant Defense Against Dark Arts position at the same time as Hermione took Charm. The fact that no one wanted the Defense Against Dark Arts position and that Harry was the Boy-Who-Lived really helped him in getting that position.
As Hermione looked at the pile of marked exam papers, she couldn't help but remember the events of the day after her own N.E.W.T. exam the year before. She smiled as she remember the disastrous proposal she had received from Harry, with the helps of their friends, Ron and Luna.
Oh yes, Luna and Ron's little sister, Ginny, were still in Hogwarts. Of course Hermione taught them. In fact, she had just marked their papers.
"Hermione!" a male's voice rang in Hermione ears, which caused her to jump.
"Harry Potter!" exclaimed Hermione. "You... you nearly frightened me to death!"
Her fiancée smiled mischievously in front of her. "Oh, my darling Hermione! As you've said, I nearly frightened you to death. And that means that you are not dead yet. So, no harm done! What have you been thinking with that smile on your face? I've been standing here, trying to catch your attention for the last ten minutes!"
Hermione gave Harry a hug. "Nothing, just thinking about your disastrous proposal. Doesn't time fly?"
"Yes, it does," said Harry, who gave Hermione a short kiss on the lips. "While we are on the subject, I think we should get married this summer. After all, we have been engaged for a year. I promise it won't be a disaster this time."
"So it's going to be a catastrophe?" joked Hermione. "It's all right, I'm going to do all the work this time and Ron and his girlfriend, Luna, are not going to help. Is that a deal?"
Harry agreed wholeheartedly. "Of course. Had it not been for Ron last time, everything would have been perfect. But we do have to have Ron for our Best Man though. He is our best friend."
"And Ginny as the Maid of Honor. The problem is, we'll have to invite Draco Malfoy if we are going to have her."
"Well, you can't have everything in life. Anyhow, you said it yourself that Malfoy is a lot nicer after he dated Ginny."
"True. Oh, and Harry? My parents said that I must have a Muggle wedding ceremony. So we'll have to be married in a church. Is that all right with you?" asked Hermione.
Harry replied, "Of course it's all right. I myself would like to married in a church. Just think how excited Mr. Weasley would be!"
"I'm sure he'll be thrilled," laughed Hermione. If there's a wizard Guineas Book of World Record, Mr. Wealsey would certainly be in it for being the most Muggle-obssessed wizard ever lived.
At the end of the evening, Harry and Hermione decided that they would be married on July the 23rd, a week before Harry's birthday. So they could celebrate Harry's 19th birthday as husband as wife.
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On the morning of July the 23rd, the house of Granger was a mess. Unwrapped wedding gifts (both Harry and Hermione nearly drowned in wedding gifts upon the announcement of their wedding date), clothes from the bridal shop, wrapping papers, cards, flowers were all discarded on the floor. There were still around a thousand owls with cards and parcels tied on their legs, waiting to deliver their gifts, crowded around the street of Hermione and her parents' house.
"Hermione!" called Mr. Granger. "How can you get rid of these owls...."
"Hermione!" called Mrs. Granger. "Where should I keep all these chocolate? There are chocolate sent from all over the world! Belgium, Swiss, French, Italian, Japanese, Chinese, Austrian, Australian...."
"Hermione!" called their Muggle neighbor, Mrs. Fonda. "Who's this fellow you are marrying? Harry Potter? I've ever heard of the name, but he seems to be so famous...."
"Hermione...."
"Hermione...."
"Hermione...."
Up in her room, Hermione buried her head under the pillow. Why would she marry the Boy-Who-Lived? Why wouldn't she just eloped with Harry? All these questions were driving her up the wall.
"Hermione? Hermione? Open the door!" Ginny's voice called.
Hermione opened her door and let Ginny inside. "What is it?"
Ginny was already dressed in her Maid of Honor gown. The dress, which had been handpicked by Hermione herself, was of a soft lilac color. It was beautiful. Ginny eyed Hermione's pure white satin bride's gown lying on her chair. "Hermione, aren't you going to marry Harry?"
Hermione sighed. "I wish I wasn't. I wish I had eloped with him instead. Just look at all these trouble the wedding caused." She pulled up her curtain and indicated outside. "Look at that flock of birds. There are even eagles and ravens among that lot. With all those birds around, I'm not even going to be able to get into the car! I bet our house is on the Muggle news report today."
Ginny laughed. "You should have known that when you decided to marry Harry. Consider your intelligence and Harry's fame, you should have long been expecting this. You'd better get dressed and get ready for the ceremony. My dad is coming to pick you up in his modified Muggle car in another hour. You don't want to keep Harry waiting, do you?"
"No," Hermione sighed and pulled out her wand. "Vestamos!" With a wave of her wand, she was dressed instantly. "Kosca!" With another wave of her wand, Hermione's hair had been plaited with pretty little white flowers. Ginny helped her to put some make-ups on her face and the veil on her magic-plaited hair. before the hour was up, Hermione was done.
Suddenly, Mrs. Weasley's voice called from the first floor. "Hermione! Arthur is here with his car, ready to take you to the church. But the trouble is, he can't get into this street and had to park on the main road with all those birds blocking this street. You and your parents will have to walk to the main road!"
"Oh no!" moaned Hermione. "I don't want to walk all the way out there. It's the middle of summer and I'll melt down to a pile of sweat before I reach your dad's car! I'm in my bridal dress too. Just look at how long it is! Do you think I can make it?"
Ginny was clearly annoyed about having to walk to the car as well. She, however, kept her cool and scolded Hermione lightly, "Save your groans and moans for tonight, Hermione. And don't melt before then. If we have to walk to get to the car, walking it is going to be." Ginny opened the door and dragged Hermione out with her.
"I'm walking! I'm walking! Don't drag me!" Hermione pulled out of Ginny's grasp. "If I have to walk, I'm not going to be dragged. I'm going to walk with all the dignity I can manage."
Hermione, in her long dress, opened her front door with her parents, Mrs. Weasley, Ginny and other brides maids behind her. They were instantly attacked by the birds as they all flew into the house, wanting to make their deliveries.
"Hermione! Tell these birds to go away!" shouted Mr. Granger.
"Hermione! I lost my glasses!" screamed Mrs. Granger.
Some of the brides maids screamed in terror. Others burst into tears.
Hermione waved her hands about her wildly as she screamed. "There's no way out. These birds will peck us to death! Run for your life!"
The others echoed Hermione's battle cry. "To the main road! Arragh!"
It was a sight to see. A group of people, all dressed in gowns and suits, springing down the street with a large flock of birds behind and around them. A news reporter at the end of the street, who was about to report the incident of birds gathered and blocked the street, stood with her jaw dropped as she saw the group of people running towards her. The camera man beside her was equally stunned as his camera captured the whole event unintentionally.
"Where's Mr. Weasley's car?" yelled Hermione. By now, her wedding dress had been ruined by bird droppings and dirt on the street. Her veil had disappeared and she had lost her shoes in the rush. Along with the white flowers, feathers of many kind also adorned her now un-plaited hair.
"I don't know, I wasn't with Dad when he parked," shouted Ginny, who was in an equally terrible state.
"He should be around here somewhere," bellowed Mrs. Weasley. "There it is! That little white car parked over there!"
Mr. Granger gasped. "That is tiny! How are we all going to fit?"
No one answered Mr. Granger's question. The group ran as fast as they could to Mr. Weasley's car. Mrs. Weasley opened the door and hopped in the back seat. The group followed her. Ginny, who was last to get on, shut the door as soon as she hopped in, in order to prevent birds from flying into their car.
To Mr. and Mrs. Granger's amazement, the group all fitted in comfortably. There was even a little spare space left.
"Wow! I must get a car like this! Where did you get it, Arthur?" exclaimed Mr. Granger.
"I made it myself," said Mr. Weasley proudly. "There's no time to explain now. We must get to the church or we'll be late."
Hermione glanced at her watch. "We are terribly late already! The ceremony should have started ten minutes ago! And just look at us! We can't go to a wedding like this! I can't be married in rags!"
Mrs. Weasley said soothingly, "It's all right. We'll be fine. Harry will wait for you, I'm sure. Just tidy yourself the best you can on the way. Arthur, go!"
As Mr. Weasley stepped on the accelerator, the girls began to magically repair their appearances. Although they could repair the torn dresses and clean the dirty spots, they couldn't transfigure anything to replace the things they had lost. Therefore, Hermione had to get married barefooted and veil-less. Her Maid of Honor had only one glove. Poor Mrs. Granger wouldn't even be able to see her daughter's wedding properly as she had lost her glasses.
The bird chase was still not over. As Mr. Weasley drove, the flock of birds fallowed their car.
"Dad! The birds are pecking our car!" screamed Ginny as she the window next to her was smashed by birds' beaks.
More and more birds flocked around the car and eventually surrounded it totally. By that time, Mr. Weasley had trouble driving because he couldn't see the road.
"Molly, can't we just..." begged Mr. Weasley.
"No.... All right, just this once. Are you sure the invisibility button won't fail this time?"
"Absolutely," answered Mr. Weasley cheerfully as he pressed the invisibility button. Suddenly, the car disappeared and the birds didn't know where to follow. Finally, they had gotten rid of the birds. Mr. Weasley pulled the car towards the sky. "Hold on, everyone!"
Mr. Granger shouted in horror, "What is this? Where's the car? Why can't I see anything? Where are you, Hermione?"
Hermione's voice answered her father. "It's all right, Dad. You are ok. You are still in the car with the rest of us. We'll be there soon."
Meanwhile, Mrs. Granger noticed that the invisible car was extraordinarily quiet. She couldn't even hear the turning of the car engine. "Isn't it a bit quiet?"
The car flashed back into everyone's vision. Mrs. Weasley glared at Mr. Weasley angrily. "I thought you said that the invisibility button won't fail this time! And why aren't we moving?"
Mr. Weasley looked about, not knowing what was wrong.
Mr. Granger glanced at the driver's seat for a second before he realized in horror. "We've run out of petrol!"
"What is p..." before Mr. Weasley could finish, the car began to fall.
"Arrragh!" everyone in the car began to scream as it dropped towards the ground at the speed of 100km/hr.
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In a small church on the outskirt of London, Harry and his guests waited impatiently for the bride. The church was very crowded. Many people were there without being invited. After all, the Boy-Who-Lived getting married was a big event in the wizard community. Not only was the church packed with people, the lawn outside was also surrounded by people. It seemed as if every wizard living in England was there to take part in the ceremony. Daily Prophet's reporters surrounded Harry as they waited for Hermione and bombarded him with questions.
"Mr. Potter, was it true that your proposal to Miss Granger had been a total disaster?" asked a reporter.
"Mr. Potter, was it real that the entire school of Hogwarts witnessed your proposal?"
"Mr. Potter, did you really lose your engagement ring you planned to give to Miss Granger on the night you proposed?"
Harry was very annoyed. Partly because Hermione was already one hour late and partly because he hated those silly questions. He pulled Ron over to the side and told him, "Get those annoying reporters out of here. I don't want them anywhere near my wedding."
"Ok, just watch me kick their ass," said Ron and was ready to attack.
However, Harry pull Ron back in the last minute. "Wait, have you still got the wedding rings in your pocket? I didn't have the engagement ring with me when I proposed, I'm not planning to go ring-less when I'm married."
Ron's attention was totally focused on those reporters, whom he couldn't wait to lay his hands on. He nodded without thinking and replied, "Of course, what do you take me for?" With that said, Ron dashed away to deal with the reporters.
Harry paced around the front of the church impatiently like a caged lion. He kept muttering as he paced, "Where is Hermione? Where's Mr. Weasley? They should have been here a long time ago! What happened to them?"
Draco Malfoy stood up and asked loudly, "Hey Potter, how come Granger, who is never late, didn't appear? Did she change her mind at the last minute?"
Harry stopped dead on the track. What Malfoy said did make sense. What if Hermione decided to be a runaway bride? What if she met her true love just before she left her house? What if....
People attending the ceremony all became to murmur. Some even giggled and laughed. Wouldn't it be fun to see the Boy-Who-Lived embarrassed by his bride on his wedding day? A few girls were even brave enough to call out things like, "I love you, Harry! Marry me instead!"
Harry began to sweat. He had always been afraid that Hermione would drop out on the last minute. He even had dreams about her not showing up. Harry just couldn't believe that it really happened. He tried his best to maintain his outward calmness and stared at his watch. One hour and ten minutes. One hour and eleven minutes. One hour and twelve minutes....
Harry became more and more panicked as each minute passed. His back was already drenched in his own sweat. His hair, which had been smoothed down for the first time in his life, began to take its original form as his sweat washed away the special gel he put on that morning. One hour and twenty minutes. One hour and twenty-one minutes. Yet, Hermione still couldn't be found.
One hour and twenty-nine minutes. Harry was about to give up when his watch told him that Hermione was an hour and thirty minutes late. Harry turned his back on the people attending the wedding. He thought he would never see his bride again as he prepared to cancel the wedding with the church minister. Hermione isn't going to show up!
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A/N: Yes, this is the sequel to my fan fiction "A Comedy of Errors". It's also a combination of the challenge " A Very Crazy Wedding" from Liza Oceans Potter at the Portkey. I know that "A Comedy of Errors" was ridiculous and sometimes OOC. I'm sorry to admit that its sequel is no better. I hope you don't mind the ridicule in this story. After all, I've only written it for a laugh, no matter if you find it funny or not. Thanks for reading and please review. I'd love to hear your opinion of this story no matter if you think it's bad or good. Thank you.