My Ripped Dresses
This is slightly AU as there is chapter of established Nuna. Hermione's POV.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
CHAPTER 6 – WHITE
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September 1st 2000. My wedding day! My last time of walking down the aisle as a Granger, as I walk down the aisle with my father to my soon-to-be-husband, I can't help but think that the next time I walk down this aisle I will be Mrs. Hermione Jean Weasley and I will be with my Husband, Mr. Ronald Bilius Weasley.
This day has been such a blur, one minute I am standing next to Ron saying 'I DO!' and the next I am dancing my first dance as a married woman. WAIT! What was that ripping sound? And Ron has again caused another one of my dresses to rip. Oh never mind! I mean I can't stay mad at my husband (WE'RE REALLY MARRIED!) for very long.
Ron has just told me it's time to go. I didn't realise it had gotten so late. I told him I would leave after one more dance and then we could go enjoy our first night as husband and wife (*wink* *wink*).
This I could get used to, just lying in bed with Ron thinking about us and my six ripped dresses.
I really do love this idiot of mine!
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My Ripped Dresses - A Harry Potter Fanfiction
FanficThis is slightly AU as there is chapter of established Nuna. Hermione's POV.