The Wedding

A/N: I don't normally do missing moment fics, but DH had so many moments where something dealing with Ron and Hermione, I couldn't resist! I'm posting these in the order of the book, though I write them sporadically, meaning I've got a few finished but they're not necessarily in order. I'm guessing there'll be about 10 moments, more or less. I think every chapter will contain direct script from the book which will be italicized. Obviously there are DH spoilers so don't read this if you're not finished.


PS: Chapters will be told in different perspectives, whether it be Ron, Hermione, or the both of them. This chapter is in 3rd person, in Hermione's perspective.

"Come and dance," he added abruptly to Hermione.

She looked taken aback, but pleased too, and got up. They vanished together in the growing throng on the dance floor.

"Ah, they are together now?" asked Krum, momentarily distracted.

"Er-sort of," said Harry.

Flustered and bewildered, Hermione let herself be pulled onto the dance floor by Ron. He grasped her hand, weaving them through the crowd, only stopping when he found what he must have thought a good spot on the dance floor. The song playing had a quick tempo. Ron hesitated a moment before spinning Hermione outward and back.

Hermione blushed as Ron brought her back to his chest only to spin her back out again in an upbeat dance. She ignored her nervousness though, deciding to simply "have fun for once" as Ron so eloquently put it. She was surprised at the ease in which Ron danced with her. She never thought Ron would be one to enjoy dancing, let alone know how. She laughed with him as he dipped and twirled her to and fro. When the song finally ended, both were out of breath.

"I didn't know you could dance!" Hermione exclaimed fanning herself.

"Yeah, well…" Ron shrugged sheepishly.

"Honestly though, I really didn't imagine you as someone who could dance!"

"Why not?" Ron replied somewhat defensively, though, he tried to hold his temper. Today was probably the last peaceful day they'd have in a long time.

Hermione blushed, not meaning to upset him. "I don't know. I suppose I just never thought about you dancing before. I didn't see you dance at the Yule Ball and I guess I just assumed it was because you didn't know how!"

"Oh," Ron replied a moment later, "That was just a rough night I suppose."

Hermione tilted her head and narrowed her eyes but didn't press the matter any further, and instead took Ron's hand in her own and placed her other arm on Ron's shoulder as the music slowed to a balled.

Ron swallowed and hesitantly placed his hand on Hermione's waist.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, noticing the apprehension on Ron's face.

He smiled sheepishly again. "I'm not so good a slow dancer though." He admitted, concentrating on their feet. "I apologize in advance if I step on your feet."

Hermione laughed softly. "I'm sure you're fine."

There was a brief silence. "I like your shoes." Ron said lamely, still concentrating on not stepping on Hermione's lilac heels.

Hermione laughed again. "I don't. They're positively painful. Though I'm probably just not used to them."

"Why don't you just take them off?"

"Because I can barely dance with you with them on, you're so tall." Hermione explained.

Ron smirked. "I never realized how short you really are." He teased as they swayed slowly to the music.

"I am not short! Have you ever considered that perhaps you're too tall?"

"I'm not that tall! How tall are you anyway?"

"Five three. And three quarters!" Hermione added quickly when Ron smirked. "Which, I'll have you know, is only one quarter below the average height of women in the UK."

"And what's the average height of men in the UK then?"

"Five eight." Hermione said matter-of-factly.

"Ah, well…"

"Come on, how tall are you?" Hermione bribed.

"Somewhere around six one."

"Merlin you're nearly a foot taller than me!"

"Or," Ron bantered, "You'renearly a foot shorter than me."

"All the same…" Hermione rolled her eyes playfully as another upbeat tune began.

Several songs and dances later, Hermione found herself, once again, swaying in time to a slow melody in Ron's arms, her head resting comfortably on his chest.

"You look really nice tonight, 'Mione." Ron said quietly.

Hermione smiled to herself remembering Ron's look of awe as she walked towards him earlier that day in her lilac dress. "No tone of surprise?" She asked playfully lifting her head up.

"No." He said staring down into her brown eyes. He blushed. "I-I mean, you always look- you know, nice." He stuttered, "I-I mean you're really, you're really b-beau-" Ron stopped, his blush spreading as Hermione smiled bashfully.

His blue eyes locked with her brown ones, and Hermione felt her heart quicken as he slowly, hesitantly, lowered his head. She continued to stare, her lips slightly parted as he neared closer. Finally, she let her eyes drift down to his lips. Just as she was about to lean up and meet him, the music changed to another quick song, and Ron was jostled backwards slightly by the crowd.

Their connection broken, Ron cleared his throat awkwardly. "I'll uh, get us some butterbeers, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah that sounds great. My feet are killing me anyways." She smiled.

"Alright, I'll ah, meet you back at the table with Harry then."

Hermione nodded and she and Ron parted in separate directions. Although slightly disappointed, Hermione let a small smile play upon her lips as she made her way through the bustling crowd. Maybe they hadn't kissed, as she'd hoped for, but she knew that he'd hoped to kiss her as well. They'd danced to more songs than she could count. And she couldn't erase the way he looked at her; the way his eyes darkened. He'd never looked at her like that. Feeling particularly giddy, she continued jostling her way through the crowed to Harry.

"I simply can't dance anymore," she panted, slipping off one of her shoes and rubbing the sole of her foot. "Ron's gone looking to find more butterbeers."

"The ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."

"Ron!" Hermione cried. "Ron, where are you?"

"Ron! Ron!" Hermione called, half sobbing as she and Harry were buffeted by terrified guests: Harry seized her hand to make sure they weren't separated as a streak of light whizzed over their heads, whether a protective charm of something more sinister he did not know—

And then Ron was there. He caught hold of Hermione's free arm, and Harry felt her turn on the spot;

A/N: Excuse the American metric system, I'm terrible at math and didn't quite feel like converting feet and inches! This isn't one of my favorite missing moments that I've written, but I hope you liked it. Reviews are always encouraged!

Next chapter: Grimmauld Place.


Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, creatures or anything else in this FanFiction. All belongs to the wonderful JK Rowling.