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The Burrow was chaotic, which wasn’t anything new, except today was his oldest brother’s Bill’s wedding. All week his mum had been pestering everyone to help prepare for this special day, which if Ron was honest he just didn’t understand the huge deal with wedding preparations. Not just that, but what was the point of inviting the entire family?

He’d thought that his brother’s wedding would only consist of close friends and family, and a nice spread of mum’s delicious homemade food. Yet, Ron realized that would be too good to be true. Knowing his mum, she would have invited the whole town if it meant they’d witness her precious Bill getting married.

The Weasley-Prewett clan was fairly large, and Ron wondered if the tent that he had helped set up would be able to contain all the guests. Plus, the Delacours and Har- “Barny” and Hermione. Bloody hell, how could he forget she was here? It wasn’t that he forgot she was staying over, they had stayed up well past midnight down by the tent.

Ron had woken up and went down for a bit of tea, what he didn’t expect was to see Hermione in the kitchen. She looked beautiful, the light from the gap of the open window had casted a magical glow around the bushy-haired witch and for a moment Ron felt as if he had been stunned. It wasn’t until Hermione had walked up to him and placed a warm mug into his hands that he managed to be pulled from his reverie.

He quietly thanked her, and took a sip of tea, the warm liquid sent warmth throughout his body. He indulged in the richness of the flavor for a bit, before he noticed her deep brown eyes filled with confusion and a hint of sadness. He didn’t have to ask why she was up so late, because he knew the answer, she was worried for her parents. The guilt of removing their memories of her and sending them to Australia was gnawing at her mind and heart. If only she knew how smart she was for doing whatever it takes to ensure the safety of her parents.

Ron knew he wanted to do whatever it took to see her smile again, which was why he bravely took her soft hand in his freckled one. He willed himself not to marvel at the electricity that he felt the moment their hands touched, as it flowed through his entire body.

Ron had believed at that moment he would be able to conjure his Patronus without a worry. His ears were burning, and without needing a mirror, Ron knew that his face was red. Yet, that didn’t stop him from walking Hermione outside and into the cool air. The millions of stars above them had created a soothing feeling of tranquility, which was ironic considering all of the atrocities that were happening in the wizarding world.

Ron wanted to permanently engrave that moment with Hermione underneath the stars, not only into his head but also into his heart. Just in case he needed a fond memory to comfort him when they were on the run, who knew how long it would take until all the Hocruxes were destroyed. It could take weeks, months… hopefully it wouldn’t take them years. Maybe, if they were lucky-

“Ron, hurry up! The guests are almost here and I need you to help them get seated!” his mum’s voice had pulled him away from his thoughts.

“I’ll be right there, I was just finishing up tidying up my room… you know for the guests to mingle in before the ceremony begins.” Ron had muttered the last few words quietly before finishing dusting off his collection of Quidditch figures, and possibly kicking a certain Bulgarian figure underneath his bed.

“Time to get the show on the road,” Ron mumbled to himself. He walked to his bedroom mirror and fixed his tie before heading out of his room. As he went down the creaky old steps, he took them two at a time. It was crazy how he didn’t notice how the steps had become even more squeaky in the middle. The saying must be true, “you don’t know what you have until it’s gone”, Ron shook his head.

Before he made it halfway down, his mum stopped him. Her brown eyes were welling in tears as she gave him a once over.

“Oh, my baby… you’ve grown so much.” She cried and pulled him into a hug, “I can’t believe how tall you’ve gotten, and now you’re all dressed up for your brother’s wedding. It feels like it was yesterday that you were napping and playing with your little toy broom all around the house.”

“Mum.” Ron groaned irritably, his face turning a bit pink. He hoped nobody was around to hear his mum reminisce on his babyhood. Especially not Fred and George-

“Seems as Ronniekins still plays with his broom.” Fred teased from behind.

Fucking Hell.

“Shut it, Fred!” Ron yelled as he removed himself from his mum’s embrace. He hated how his brother could always rile him up.

“Oh, Freddie, you shouldn’t tease Ronniekins. Can’t you see he’s all dressed up and wanting to impress a certain bookworm, but I believe I forgot her name. Can you tell me who this lucky girl’s name is Ronniekins?” George teased.

“Boys, please-” Ron heard his mother say beside him on the stairs.

“Oh, I know her name,” Fred answered before Ron could risk telling them to sod off in front of their mum.

“I believe her name is Hermione,” Fred added in an overly posh manner. “Not sure if you remember when Ronniekins sent mum his first owl and he wrote only about a girl that frustrated him during class.”

“Ah, yes… as a matter of fact, I do remember,” His brother replied with a light chuckle, which caused Ron to clench his jaw and keep quiet.

“That’s enough boys, leave your brother alone. I don’t want to hear another word from either of you at this moment. Now run along and go find your father and help him with whatever he needs,” their mum ordered as she pointed for the twins to go outside.

“Alright, alright,” they replied in unison as they walked away, their hands in mock surrender.

Bloody gits, Ron thought to himself, couldn’t they leave him alone just for once?