JK is the owner of all these folks, obviously.
Hermione looked out the window. Sunshine was highlighting the dew covered lawn. She could hear birds in the distance. Grabbing her shoes, she tip toed across the room. Ginny was still asleep in her bed. Once in the hall, Hermione slipped on her sneakers and made her way downstairs. No one seemed to be up just yet. She secured her robe to ward off the chill and stepped out the back door.
The chairs for the ceremony were leaning against the house. Hermione imagined what the yard would look like tomorrow. Rows and rows of seats would be on either side of a long carpet of pink rose petals. The carpet would lead to a vine covered arch. A judge from the Ministry of Magic, a longtime friend of Mr. Weasley's, would be standing under the arch waiting to begin the ceremony. Fleur's bridesmaids, all 8 of them, would be off to one side in their pastel dresses. Hermione thought the number of girls was a bit excessive, but even she would not argue against getting what you want on one of the most important days of your life.
Bill would be on the other side watching for Fleur and her father to appear. Charlie would stand next to him as the best man. The rest of the Weasley clan would be groomsmen. Except Percy. His name hadn't been mentioned in ages. Hermione wasn't even certain he'd been invited to the wedding. It was all a bit sad really.
In her mind, she looked over each Weasley brother. Charlie would be sporting his earring, much to Mrs. Weasley's dismay. The twins would probably be unable to stand still for the whole ceremony. Hermione would have to check their pockets right before everything started, just in case. Then there was Ron. Ron, who would be looking at his feet, or a tree, or anywhere else but at his brother and his soon to be bride. He'd shift about nervously, tugging at the collar of his shirt, loosening the tie his mother made him wear. Hermione smiled to herself. At least he doesn't have to wear those horrid dress robes. Her thoughts shifted. She remembered how she had hoped it would be Ron asking her to the Yule Ball. But, it didn't work out that way.
Hermione heard footsteps behind her. Turning her head, she saw Mrs. Weasley coming outside.
"Good morning Hermione, what has you up so early?" Mrs. Weasley walked over to check the condition of the chairs.
"Nothing really. I woke up and saw how nice it was out here so I came downstairs. How are the chairs?"
"It seems the gnomes haven't touched them."
"I thought Harry and Ron tossed all the gnomes out yesterday."
"They did, but Arthur forgot to do a protection spell to keep them out for the next few days. I was worried some may have tried to sneak back in."
"Have Fleur's family all arrived?" Hermione walked with Mrs. Weasley back into the house.
"I believe so. They are staying nearby. Our house is far too packed to bring in her family plus all those bridesmaids." Mrs. Weasley reached out and touched Hermione's arm. "Promise me dear, when you get married keep it small and simple."
Hermione blushed. "I don't think I'm getting married anytime soon."
Mrs. Weasley smiled at her, "But you will...someday."
Hermione blushed even harder. "I think I'm going to check to see if Ginny is awake."
Hermione dashed up the stairs. Turning a corner quickly, she ran into something solid. Bouncing back, she stumbled from the impact. Her eyes lifted as two hands grabbed her waist to help steady her.
"Sorry about that, didn't see you coming." Charlie looked down at her. He was smiling.
Hermione noticed he was already dressed. Self conscious, she tucked her hair behind her ears in an effort to control it.
"You were moving fast. Everything okay?" he asked.
"Yes, fine. Your mom was just talking to me..."
He cut her off. "That would do it."
Hermione laughed. "Your mother is a great woman. You'd do well to remember that."
He shrugged. "You're probably right. Just like Ron says."
"Ron says I'm right?" Hermione felt the heat returning to her cheeks.
"He's mentioned it a few times." Charlie's attention shifted as the door to his right opened.
Ron staggered out of the room still half asleep. His red hair was sticking out in several directions. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. Not aware of who was in the hall, he slid his hand under his shirt and scratched his stomach. For a few seconds, Hermione could see his pale, freckled skin as the shirt came up. Ron finished itching and finally opened his eyes. He, Hermione, and Charlie all looked at each other. Ron's eyes fell on his brother's hands resting on Hermione's waist.
"What's this then?" He scowled at his brother, not even attempting to look at Hermione's face.
"Just bumped into the lovely Miss Granger, that's all." Charlie almost laughed as he realized Ron was glaring at him. He decided to egg his brother on a bit more. He secured his grip on Hermione and lifted her off her feet. He turned while holding her up to change their positions in the hall. Hermione let out a surprised laugh as he released her.
"I'll see you later Hermione." Charlie shot a wicked smile at Ron. "Later little brother..."
Ron watched Charlie go down the steps. He looked to Hermione and frowned.
"What are you smiling at?"
"Your brother is such a flirt."
"He wasn't flirting with you."
"Yes, he was." Hermione's hands went to her hips.
"No, he wasn't. He was trying to annoy me."
"And why would your brother flirting with me annoy you?"
It was a simple enough question and Hermione had asked it quietly. Still, Ron couldn't give her an answer. He stumbled over some words and eventually let out what sounded like a frustrated growl.
"Great answer, Ronald." Hermione spun on her heel and went into her room.
Ron stayed in the hallway, grumbling and trying to ignore the voice in his head telling him what the answer should have been.
It's been a very long time since I've put anything up here, so please be kind. I haven't finished writing the story, but I am done with 3 or 4 chapters. I hope to use this post an incentive to complete it.