A/N: Thanks for being very supportive of this story. I really appreciate it. Thanks for the reviews I get, I hope they keep coming in the future. If you're not reviewing…thanks anyway because you read the story. If you have any questions feel free to ask me. If is not too much to say, can you read my other story? I think it's good. I really like it. I would appreciate it if you leave a comment. Okay, here is the story…
Before you read, sorry at the vows. I'm really lousy at them. The last time I went to a wedding was when I was about eight. I hardly remember how it goes. Sorry.
The Wedding
"Are you ready sweetheart?" Hermione looked up to find his father's lovely smile.
"Um…do you like Ron?"
"Well, yes, I think he is a fine man. He has been your friend long enough for you to see that also," Mr. Granger said.
"Yeah…"
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm just a bit nervous, you know…Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Sorry for not doing the ceremony the muggle way. I know you and mom hoped I'd do it like that…"
"Don't worry, after all this is what you wanted."
She smiled thinking that it had not been her reason at all. Ron and his family all wanted it to do it the wizardry way. She fought for it, but no one seemed to listen.
"I'm ready," Mr. Granger smiled at her and took her hand.
The doors open and everyone at once stood up. Soft music started playing and the fairies started to dance around. She hoped she was smiling as much as they were. At the altar, she saw Ron waiting for her and it his side was Harry. Now she knew why it had been hard to convince him to be the best man. Mr. Granger gave her hand to Ron and went to sit next to his wife. She saw Harry's eyes and it pained her to see him there, trying to smile and look happy for his two best friends.
Once the ceremony had started, the priest had asked if anyone was against the wedding. She felt guilty to want Harry to say something. For a second, she thought he had opened his mouth, but no words came out.
"Do you, Ron Weasly, accept Hermione Jane Granger as your wife…until death?
"I do."
"And do you, Hermione Jane Granger, accept Ron Weasly as you husband…until death?"
She looked up and saw Harry's eyes piercing through her soul. The soul that now belonged to him…
"I-" but instead of finishing her sentence, red smoke came from her mouth. Everyone at once started to whisper to each other and they looked puzzle. She tried again, "I-". But again, the red smoke came from her lips.
"What's happening?" Ginny asked from her left.
"I don't know," Hermione responded truthfully.
"Excuse me, Mr. Weasly, Ms. Granger, may I have a word with you two, in private?" Professor McGonagall had walked up to them. " I believe I know the reason for this."
They did not wait another second and followed her to a room. Everyone kept talking and glancing looks at Hermione.
"Please, sit down," McGonagall told them both as two chairs emerged from this air. "Mr. Weasly…I do not know how to say this, but I believe I have to be frank…Ms. Granger…cannot marry you."
"WHAT?" Ron had stood up. "What do you mean…professor?"
"Please, Mr. Weasly sit down," she waited until he did with hesitance, "there is an ancient spell. I believe Ms. Granger here has been part of it. We have not witnessed such a thing in more than a century."
"What spell?" This time Hermione asked. She practically knew them all and she had not heard about this one before.
"You see, when two people share their first kiss and they are truly meant for each other, as soul mates, then nothing can separate them, not even death; until they are together. Until they get marry. The bond becomes stronger when the two have given their souls to the other."
Hermione blushed.
"But, professor, you mean to tell me that Hermione cannot marry me because there is one stupid fool out there who has kissed her and they belong together? This is insane, we love each other!"
"Mr. Weasly, I am sure that you love each other, but there is someone out there who loves Ms. Granger more than you-"
"No one loves Hermione more than I do!"
"Mr. Weasly, you have seen the spell work it's magic today. There is someone out there and I understand if you deny it. However, Ms. Granger loves that person also…"
Here was when Ron took noticed of Hermione sitting there, listening to everything that was happening.
"Is this true?"
"Ron, I'm marrying you…not that other guy. What do you think?"
"Professor, but what if, what if she doesn't marry him, can we still be together?
"No…unless you want to see Ms. Granger die slowly. Her soul would live her body and she would not be happy…I should leave the two of you alone," Professor McGonagall retired the room.
Ron looked down at his hands. "I guess there is no choice, uh? Who have you kissed before, Hermione?"
"What? Ron, you cannot possibly think of-"
"Whom have you kissed before?"
"I…well, there is Victor-"
"Oh, so Vicky is the one. I should've known."
"Ron, I don't love Victor more than I love you. You have to believe me."
"Then why is he here?"
"Because he is a friend of mine and haven't you noticed that he brought his girlfriend here?"
"Who else…"
"Edward, he was a friend of mine back in my neighborhood. He was very nice…"
"Is it him?"
"I don't think so, he was just a childhood sweetheart…besides, McGonagall said after we share a kiss nothing could set us apart, not even death and…he died not so long ago."
"Oh. What then? What do we tell everyone?"
"I don't know…I'm sorry Ron, I didn't want it to end this way…"
"Is there anyone else you have kissed?"
There was only one answered left. One man left. Could she say it to him? No that would destroy him…You have to lie…
"I-" Someone entered the room. "Harry."
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