A marriage of blood

Chapter 10: Getting ready and good advice

P.O.V: Hermione 

I did my best to shake off the conversation we had just had with Bill. It wasn't that I didn't want to sleep with Ron it was just that it was a lot at once. I had more than once had a dream about it, though I don't know if I could ever admit that to anyone. I mentally sighed, I was thinking about this too much.

"Hermione!" My mom called from upstairs. I snapped out of my funk and walked up to Percy's old room.

"What do you need mom," I asked walking into the room. My Mom and Molly had set up a little mirror and chair as well as bout a few potions that would help tame my curly hair. There were several pots of makeup open and my dress was on a hanger in the corner.

"You have to start getting ready darling," Mom smiled motioning me to the chair. I chuckled sitting down in the chair. Ginny arrived a minute later looking rather peeved. She picked up a makeup pallet.

"Do you think this colour will look good with the dress," Ginny pointed out, she held a shiny gold eyeshadow and I nodded. Molly picked up the bottle of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion and fixed my hair. It was around 3:00 when we finished and I had never felt so beautiful.

My hair was down with a couple of braids framing the tiara that Molly had gotten. The dress was as perfect as it had been in the store, Ginny had given me a silver necklace with white roses between them. It was an old necklace that Ginny insisted I wear. Mom brought small lace gloves for me finishing my wedding look.

Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, and a sixpence in your shoe. The necklace was old, the dress was new, the tiara was borrowed, but I didn't have anything blue.

"Mom do you have anything blue?" I asked looking around, my mother understood what I meant and pulled out a small blue bracelet. She also pulled out a sixpence from her wallet while she was at it.

"Why?" Ginny asked looking confused.

"It's the saying," my mother informed her. She looked confused but explained. "You know, something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, and a sixpence in your shoe," Mom said in a sing-song voice.

"That... odd," Molly said cocking her head. I was suddenly reminded of Ron, he always did that when he was confused.

"What does it mean?" Ginny inquired curiously.

"Oh, when you get married you're supposed to get all the things listed in the saying and then place a sixpence in your shoe for good luck," Mom laughed, Mom had once told me she liked to explain things to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. She said it was interesting to explain something that she thought everyone knew to someone.

"Ha," Ginny huffed. Ginny herself was wearing a bright red dress. It was short with long sleeves, the skirt was puffed slightly and fit Ginny really well. Her hair was up in a messy bun with a rose from the garden decorating the top. Almost everyone in the family was wearing red, Mrs. Weasley had an old flowy red dress on and a bit of makeup. Mom was wearing a dark red dress with some beading and a sheer red shawl.

"Molly, do you mind giving me a minute with my daughter," Mom

"Of course, come on Ginny," Molly sighed, Ginny followed her out the door.

"How are you feeling," Mom said

"Good... a little nervous," I admitted. My mom smiled and leaned down to get something from her purse.

"When I got married your father gave me this, it was your grandmothers," she said, she pulled out a ring box and opened it, "I know you don't have an engagement ring so I thought you might want it,"

"Mom it's yours I can't take this from you," I gasped. It was my mother's wedding when I was little she stopped wearing it as it was too small. I had adored that ring since I was little.

"No, that was always the plan," Mom reassured me. I stood puzzling for a moment. "The plan was when someone asked your father to marry you he we would give him this ring to propose to you with," Mom explained. She slipped the ring on my left hand which couch slightly on the lace gloves. It was a dusty gold colour with a large red stone in the center. I felt like crying, it wasn't a bad crying though. It was happy tears that were threatening to burst.

"Hermione I'm going to give you some advice," she said caressing my cheek "I know you don't love hi-" her first words hit me and I cut her off.

"I do," I interrupted.  

"Pardon." Mom said. 

"I love him." I grinned a giddy smile on my face.

"Hermione-" Mom protested. I knew she probably thought I was tricking myself into loving him because we were getting married.

"I know it sounds weird but I've had a crush on him since I was 11," I confessed to her, Mom's jaw dropped and looked at me with a dear in the headlights look. "It's one of the reasons I agreed to this,"

"Well then I have officially changed my advice," She laughed, her tone was lighter and she looked much happier. "Assume the best in him, a husband and wife may disagree on many things: but they must agree to never ever give up. That's what my mother told me the day I got married,"

"I'll try to listen to that advice," I beamed, my mom kissed my forehead and I smiled.

I heard a couple of snaps, one I recognized as the sound of apparition, "Looks like the guests have arrived,"

"You have to stay up here till the wedding ceremony starts," I was about to protest but mom threw me a book, "Here read this," I caught the book, the five love languages. I laughed sitting back down. Today was going to be a good day.