Teenyfic for Pili204
from belovedranger
for pili204
R/Hr
planning their wedding
any rating
Ron looks at the scraps of parchment strewn about the table and considers calling off the wedding. They’ll elope, that’s what they’ll do. It’s the only way.
Hermione bends over the table and purses her lips. “I just don’t know, Ron. I don’t think we should put Fred and George too close to my family. They aren’t used to the magic thing.”
Ron finds it difficult to care as much as Hermione seems to. He grunts.
“And look,” she points. “We can’t put my Great Aunt Lori by Great Uncle Nathan, not after the divorce. We’re going to need at least a table between them at all times.”
He grunts again.
“Do you think Luna would mind terribly if I put her with some of my cousins? Maybe I could put Neville there, too. I don’t want it to look like I’m keeping my family separated from magic or anything.”
“Then maybe we should let them pick their own seats, Hermione. I mean, they are adults. They can seat themselves.”
She turns to face him.
He meets her glare.
She puts her hands on her hips.
He puts his there, too.
“Ron.”
“Hermione.”
“Soon as you grow a pair of breasts and learn to walk in heels, that’s when you’ll get a say in the wedding.”
He pulls her closer to himself. “I already told you, just hem the dress and wear normal shoes if you’re so worried about tripping.”
She shakes her head. “No. I’m wearing my mum’s shoes. They’re my something borrowed, remember?”
“Yes, I remember,” Ron sighs. “Did you remember to give Hagrid two seats?”
“Oh, good, is Olympe coming?”
Ron bites back a laugh. “I dunno. But if she is, we’re gonna need to save them a whole table.”
“Ron!” She slaps him. “That’s not nice.”
“C’mon, Hermione,” he whines. “You know it’s true.”
She steps closer to him and moves her hands to his shoulders. “I know. But there are some things you just don’t say.”
“Oh. How about ‘I want to throw you across the table and ravish you,’ can I say that?”
“No,” she says primly. “That is not something you may say.”
He pouts.
“Perhaps, though,” she continues in her prim voice, “perhaps it’s something you may do.”
Ron grins and moves in.
Hermione stops him with a soft shove against his chest. “After we finish the seating arrangements.”
She can’t help laughing at the expression on his face.
for pili204
R/Hr
planning their wedding
any rating
Ron looks at the scraps of parchment strewn about the table and considers calling off the wedding. They’ll elope, that’s what they’ll do. It’s the only way.
Hermione bends over the table and purses her lips. “I just don’t know, Ron. I don’t think we should put Fred and George too close to my family. They aren’t used to the magic thing.”
Ron finds it difficult to care as much as Hermione seems to. He grunts.
“And look,” she points. “We can’t put my Great Aunt Lori by Great Uncle Nathan, not after the divorce. We’re going to need at least a table between them at all times.”
He grunts again.
“Do you think Luna would mind terribly if I put her with some of my cousins? Maybe I could put Neville there, too. I don’t want it to look like I’m keeping my family separated from magic or anything.”
“Then maybe we should let them pick their own seats, Hermione. I mean, they are adults. They can seat themselves.”
She turns to face him.
He meets her glare.
She puts her hands on her hips.
He puts his there, too.
“Ron.”
“Hermione.”
“Soon as you grow a pair of breasts and learn to walk in heels, that’s when you’ll get a say in the wedding.”
He pulls her closer to himself. “I already told you, just hem the dress and wear normal shoes if you’re so worried about tripping.”
She shakes her head. “No. I’m wearing my mum’s shoes. They’re my something borrowed, remember?”
“Yes, I remember,” Ron sighs. “Did you remember to give Hagrid two seats?”
“Oh, good, is Olympe coming?”
Ron bites back a laugh. “I dunno. But if she is, we’re gonna need to save them a whole table.”
“Ron!” She slaps him. “That’s not nice.”
“C’mon, Hermione,” he whines. “You know it’s true.”
She steps closer to him and moves her hands to his shoulders. “I know. But there are some things you just don’t say.”
“Oh. How about ‘I want to throw you across the table and ravish you,’ can I say that?”
“No,” she says primly. “That is not something you may say.”
He pouts.
“Perhaps, though,” she continues in her prim voice, “perhaps it’s something you may do.”
Ron grins and moves in.
Hermione stops him with a soft shove against his chest. “After we finish the seating arrangements.”
She can’t help laughing at the expression on his face.