Summer Love - Ron Weasley

54 - Wedding Time

- A/N : Hey guys! Since Elena is basically replacing Hermione as Ron's love interest, she will be the one searching for horcruxes with Harry and Ron instead of Hermione.

I got in the shower and freshened up as soon as the Minister left. I change into my dress. My dress is long and has a slit up the leg. It is maroon and gold with heels to match.

I'm wearing a black matching underwear set. I curl my hair and put on clear lipgloss. I walk downstairs and out the front door. I go to the wedding tent and look around the outside in awe. The tent is decorated with lavender colored curtains.

I take a deep breath before I walk into the tent. It has so many members of the Order standing guard outside as the ceremony begins.

I watch in awe as Fleur comes down the aisle in her dress. She picked Ginny and her little sister, Gabrielle, to be her bridesmaids.

Bill picked Charlie to be his best man. I watch the ceremony as Fleur and Bill say their vows. I clap as they kiss and everyone stands. The chairs and tables push out to the sides, leaving the middle of the floor open.

I stand and walk over to Charlie as I grab a drink from the waiter.

"Hey, Weasley." I say.

"Hey, Malfoy. How are you?" Charlie responds, giving me a little hug.

I hug him back and smile.

"I'm great. How are you?" I ask as I pull away from the hug.

"I'm fine. You look beautiful." Charlie mumbles.

"Thank you." I reply.

I turn my attention back to the center as Fleur and Bill dance in between the crowd. Everyone is clapping to the beat as they continue dancing, looking into each other's eyes.

And that's what I want. It's what I have with Ron. A love so consuming that you can forget everyone else is there. It's just the two of you in your eyes. And you love every single second of it.

I walk over by the cake and stand there alone, watching Luna and Hermione with envy. Every couple here is the true definition of love.

I look up and see Ron staring at me and I smirk. I walk over to him and give him a soft kiss.

"Why are you watching me Ronald?" I taunt.

"Y-You're so pretty. It's hard not to." Ron stammers out.

"Are you drunk Ronald?" I ask with a chuckle.

"If I am? That doesn't mean you're not the prettiest woman here." Ron replies.

"Oh, am I?" I query.

"T-This is how our wedding will look." Ron hiccups.

"You want to marry me, huh?" I joke.

"Yeah. And we'll have the prettiest babies. Maybe 2." Ron tells me as he slings his arms on my shoulder.

"Oh, really? What would we name them?" I inquire.

I'm going along with this. I want to see where it leads us.

"If we had a boy, we'd name him Elliot. If we had a girl, we'd name her Robin. Or maybe Robbie for a boy and Eleanor for a girl." Ron rambles as he moves his hands to my face.

"Oh, yeah? That sounds lovely, Ron. When you're actually sober, we'll talk. Besides, I think you know. I'll put the ring on when you're ready." I assure him.

He looks down at me and I grin. Slowly, Ron bends down to kiss me. His tongue collides with mine and I can taste the champagne on his tongue. He rubs his thumb across my cheek when I pull away.