7 book---seen by ron & hermione
This story starts at the end or the sixth book at Dumbledore's funeral. It's just my version or the 7th book seen through Ron and Hermione's eyes. It's not a give-away of what the 7th book will actually be like though. Hope you like it...
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The day of Dumbledore's funeral was bright and sunny. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny walked towards the lake, where many rows of white chairs sat. They picked an isle close to the front and sat down. The funeral began. A small tufty-haired man in black robes got up to speak after Hagrid had laid Dumbledore's motionless body down. The man just talked about stuff that Ron wasn't really listening to. All of a sudden, Hermione let out a small ghasp. Ron looked at her, then looked in the same direction as her eyes. Bright, white flames encircled Dumbledore's body, making a tomb around it. Ron screwed up his face so he wouldn't cry. He looked over to Hermione who's face was stained with tears. Then he looked over to Harry and Ginny. They were talking about something...arguing it looked like. Ron didn't care. The funeral was over. Ron slowly stood to his feet, followed by Hermione.
"Ron," she said quietly, " there's something I want to tell you..."
"What?" Ron asked.
"It's just..." Hermione stumbled. She couldn't say any more. She just broke out in tears, crying harder than ever. She laid her head on Ron's shoulder, and he hugged her and stroked her hair. After a while, Hermione stopped crying, and they hurried over to Harry.
"What did Scrimgeour want?" Hermione whispered.
"Same as what he wanted at Christmas," said Harry, "wanted me to give him inside information on Dumbledore and be the ministy's new poster boy."
Ron seemed to struggle with himself for a moment, then he said loudly to Hermione, "Look, let me go back and hit Percy!"
"No." she said firmly, grabbing him arm.
"But it'll make me feel better!"
Harry laughed and even Hermione grinned a little.
"I can't bear the idea that Hogwarts might close..." she said.
"Maybe it won't." said Ron looking at the castle.
"Well, I'm not coming back, even if it does re-open." said Harry. Both Ron and Hermione looked at him and gaped. Then Hermione said, "I knew you would say that. But then, what else will you do?"
Harry told them his plan for the next year, how he'd track down the other horcruxes, go to Godric's Hollow, and maybe visit his parent's graves.
"We'll be there Harry," said Ron when Harry was done.
"What?" asked Harry.
"At your aunt and uncle's house, then we'll go with you, wherever you go." he said.
"No-"
"You said once before Harry, that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. We've had time haven't we?" said Hermione.
"We're with you whatever happens," said Ron, "but mate, you're going to have to come to Burrow before we do anythign else."
"Bill and Fleur's wedding...remember?"
"Yeah we shouldn't miss that." said Harry smiling.
It was the morning of Bill and Fleur's wedding. Hermione, Ginny, and Fleur's sister Gabrielle (or Gabby) were in their room getting ready. They were all wearing gold dresses that went to the floor. They were scoop-neck and had a cut untill the knee and one side. The girls wore their hair up in a bun.
"Wow," Hermione breathed.
"We look amazing," Ginny said quietly.
"yees, wee doo eendeed," said Gabby with her french accent.
"Well we better get going," said Hermione, "the wedding is about to start."
The three girls walk down the stairs and met Fleur, Mrs. Weasley, and Fleur's mother in the kitchen.
"Ooh you geerls look ah-mazing!" said Fleur as she ran over to hug them.
"Alright everyone! Let's start the wedding!" said Mrs. Weasley clapping her hands together.
Outside someone started to play the organ. Bill, Charlie, Harry, and Mr. Weasley stood at the front by the preist. Gabby, holding onto Fred's arm, lead the procession. Ginny and George were next followed by Hermione and Ron. Then finally, Fleur stepped out of the house, escorted by her father.
The day was perfect. It was sunny and warm. They had all been praying that it wouldn't rain since the wedding was being held in the Weasley's backyard. Fleur got up to where Bill was standing. The preist started. He rambled on about to care for each other in sickness and in health. Rings were slipped on fingers. Vows were said. The bride was kissed. Hermione smiled at Ron and he smiled back. Ginny looked like she was in a daze, and Harry was looking at his fingers. Mrs. Weasley was sitting with Fleur's mother, and they we're both crying. The day was perfect.
That night, there was dancing and a big party. Harry and Ginny went off somewhere to talk, leaving Ron and Hermione sitting at the table alone. Ron finally got up the courage to ask her something.
"Hermione...?" asked Ron nervously.
"Yeah..." said Hermione slowly.
"Um...wanna dance?" he asked her.
Hermione just smiled. "Of course." she said.
They both stood up. Ron held out his hand and Hermione took it. He pulled Hermione close to him and they dance slowly. Then Ron stopped dancing.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"I've wanted to do this for the longest time..." Ron said. He smiled. He lifted Hermione's chin and kissed her softly. He backed away. Hermione was smiling. He pulled her back into his arms and they continued dancing.