Romione❤️ one-shots

I hate Krum

Hi! So I updated! It feels so long since I did last time! I hope you'll like it!
Sorry for not updating in a long time....

It was an ordinary June afternoon. The weather was hot and tedious. There wasn't a single leaf moving. In fact, there wasn't any noise at all. The moisture in the air made everything slow and motionless, except the noisy cicadas that were singing indifferently under the roasting sun.

The small, cozy sitting room of the Burrow was crowded and stifling. People had gathered around Mrs. Weasley who was seated at the sofa, in front of the open window, hoping the catch a stray breeze. She was making the last alteration to Fleur's wedding dress. Harry and Bill were playing wizard chess on the table. Fleur was sitting next to Bill studying a long roll of parchment with a frown on her lovely face. Ron was polishing his broom idly, lost in his thoughts while Hermione was seated in the small armchair, reading a book in her lap and occasionally glancing at Ron. Across from her, Ginny was playing with Arnold the pygmy puff on the floor.
The room was extremely silent save for the rustling noises and squealing coming from outside as Crookshanks chased the gnomes frantically in the backyard.

"Ze wedding is going to be reaaally quiet," Fleur said suddenly. She shook her head slightly in frustration as she stared at the invitation list in front of her. However, she did not get the attention she expected.

"Oh, Beel!" This time she turned directly to her fiancée with her complaint, "I can't decide. Zere is a lot of guests I want to invite-"

Mrs. Weasley quickly interrupted with a firm but kind tone. "We can only fit a certain number of people in the backyard, you know that. And I will appreciate it if you don't remove any of our relatives from the list." Hermione and Ginny shared an amused look.

Fleur sighed in response and tossed her silky hair over her shoulders. She got to her feet and flirtatiously sat down on Bill's lap, settling her puppy dog eyes on him. Bill grinned.

"But darling," she whined, pursing her lips like a child, "I want to invite my friends." Mrs. Weasley tutted to herself, while Hermione suppressed a giggle.

Ron had long stopped polishing his broom. His mouth agape, he watched Fleur admiringly as she flirted with Bill to get her way. Hermione secretly scowled. Bill quickly lost his concentration on the game, much to Harry's dismay, and he beamed at Fleur.

"But dear," he started with a soft voice, "you know the garden's capacity and you know the war is raging all over. Do you really think this is the time for a big show"
Fleur looked crestfallen but did not say anything. She went back to her chair huffing and continued to examine the long invitation list. The room fell back to its peaceful silence again.

Fifteen minutes later, Fleur stretched in her seat and said happily, "Oh, it's finished!" She started to gather the pile of cards.

"I've decided not to send one to my cousin," she explained, even though nobody was listening to her. "I haven't seen her for ages. I am not sure if she is alive as a matter of fact." She waved a hand dismissively. "Instead I spared an invitation for Victor Krum. It'll be nice to have a famous quidditch player at my wedding."

A horrifying silence fell over the room. Hermione felt her heart almost jump out of her chest. Swallowing hard, she just stared incredulously at Fleur who looked too distracted to understand the significance of what she just announced. Hermione summoned her courage to glance at Ron and when she caught sight of his expression, she prayed for the ground to open and swallow her whole. There was a murderous look on his face. He was staring at her, his eyes flashing dangerously. Hermione felt her cheeks get red hot as she held his piercing glare. She waited for him to avert his gaze and prayed silently for this tortuous moment to be over.