Ficpost: Wedding night
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alphamatrix, who asked for Harry and Hermione on Ron's wedding night.
Fandom Harry Potter
Title: Wedding Night
Characters: Harry, Hermione
Ships: Ron/Luna, Harry/Hermione
Rating: PG
Timeline: Ten years after the seventh book
Harry was tired. Ron had spent the night bouncing between babbling excitedly about all of Luna’s good points, and whimpering in terror that Luna would decide that she didn’t really want to marry him anymore. Harry was relatively sure that if Luna had fallen in love with Ron back when he was seventeen and still convinced that girls should be rated mainly on the basis of their looks and willingness to kiss him, she wasn’t going to leave him now that he’d grown up and started treating women as people, but try telling Ron that.
He’d finally gotten Ron to go catch a few hours of sleep before the wedding, and was idly pondering the merits of walking upstairs to his own bed versus just passing out on the couch he was currently sitting on when he heard someone walk into the room. Manfully, he resisted the urge to groan. He didn’t have the energy to deal with anyone right now. He heard a woman’s soft sigh, and two thunks as she apparently kicked her shoes off. When he felt the sink as the woman sat down on the couch next to him, he opened his eyes on a mass of gingery-brown curls and felt relieved. Hermione was at least restful company. She’d been the only other sane person as the Weasleys and Lovegoods had dissolved into a mass of confusion as they prepared for the wedding. Without her, he’d have run away screaming the first time he was asked the difference between eggshell and ecru.
“When this is over,” Hermione said tiredly, “I’m going to curl up in my bed and sleep for a week. And then I’m going to hid under a stack of research, and not come out until the dust from the books has completely coated my hair.”
“I’m starting to wish I hadn’t killed Voldemort so fast. Dealing with the annual assassination attempts and the looming destruction of the Wizarding World was easier than this.” Harry replied dryly, shifting to wrap a long arm around Hermione’s shoulders. She leaned her head against his chest, and her hair tickled the underside of his chin.
Hermione snorted softly in agreement. “Who would have thought, ten years ago, that we’d be here, doing this? I was convinced that I was in love with Ron, and he thought that Luna was absolutely insane.”
Harry laughed. “And now the rest of us have proof that she’s insane, marrying Ron. Still, I’m rather glad some things have changed. It would be rather awkward to be married to you if you still were in love with Ron”
A sharp elbow jabbed his side, as Hermione growled, “Watch it, mister, or you’ll find yourself sleeping by yourself for the next week,” before she dissolved into giggles.
Harry smiled, before glancing down at his watch. The hand was rather insistently pointing at “Time to be in bed,” and he groaned before standing up and levering Hermione up as well. “Come on,” he said, “If we’re going to be any good tomorrow, we’ve got to get at least some sleep.”
Hermione sighed wistfully, before following him up the stairs, stopping only to retrieve her errant footwear. “Are you sure it isn’t too late to convince Ron and Luna to elope?” she asked.
Harry laughed, but by this time they’d reached their room, and the bed was far too inviting for him to attempt to continue the conversation. The last thing he heard was Hermione’s amused sigh as she pulled his shoes off of his feet.
alphamatrix, who asked for Harry and Hermione on Ron's wedding night.Fandom Harry Potter
Title: Wedding Night
Characters: Harry, Hermione
Ships: Ron/Luna, Harry/Hermione
Rating: PG
Timeline: Ten years after the seventh book
Harry was tired. Ron had spent the night bouncing between babbling excitedly about all of Luna’s good points, and whimpering in terror that Luna would decide that she didn’t really want to marry him anymore. Harry was relatively sure that if Luna had fallen in love with Ron back when he was seventeen and still convinced that girls should be rated mainly on the basis of their looks and willingness to kiss him, she wasn’t going to leave him now that he’d grown up and started treating women as people, but try telling Ron that.
He’d finally gotten Ron to go catch a few hours of sleep before the wedding, and was idly pondering the merits of walking upstairs to his own bed versus just passing out on the couch he was currently sitting on when he heard someone walk into the room. Manfully, he resisted the urge to groan. He didn’t have the energy to deal with anyone right now. He heard a woman’s soft sigh, and two thunks as she apparently kicked her shoes off. When he felt the sink as the woman sat down on the couch next to him, he opened his eyes on a mass of gingery-brown curls and felt relieved. Hermione was at least restful company. She’d been the only other sane person as the Weasleys and Lovegoods had dissolved into a mass of confusion as they prepared for the wedding. Without her, he’d have run away screaming the first time he was asked the difference between eggshell and ecru.
“When this is over,” Hermione said tiredly, “I’m going to curl up in my bed and sleep for a week. And then I’m going to hid under a stack of research, and not come out until the dust from the books has completely coated my hair.”
“I’m starting to wish I hadn’t killed Voldemort so fast. Dealing with the annual assassination attempts and the looming destruction of the Wizarding World was easier than this.” Harry replied dryly, shifting to wrap a long arm around Hermione’s shoulders. She leaned her head against his chest, and her hair tickled the underside of his chin.
Hermione snorted softly in agreement. “Who would have thought, ten years ago, that we’d be here, doing this? I was convinced that I was in love with Ron, and he thought that Luna was absolutely insane.”
Harry laughed. “And now the rest of us have proof that she’s insane, marrying Ron. Still, I’m rather glad some things have changed. It would be rather awkward to be married to you if you still were in love with Ron”
A sharp elbow jabbed his side, as Hermione growled, “Watch it, mister, or you’ll find yourself sleeping by yourself for the next week,” before she dissolved into giggles.
Harry smiled, before glancing down at his watch. The hand was rather insistently pointing at “Time to be in bed,” and he groaned before standing up and levering Hermione up as well. “Come on,” he said, “If we’re going to be any good tomorrow, we’ve got to get at least some sleep.”
Hermione sighed wistfully, before following him up the stairs, stopping only to retrieve her errant footwear. “Are you sure it isn’t too late to convince Ron and Luna to elope?” she asked.
Harry laughed, but by this time they’d reached their room, and the bed was far too inviting for him to attempt to continue the conversation. The last thing he heard was Hermione’s amused sigh as she pulled his shoes off of his feet.
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Date: 2006-07-03 11:01 pm (UTC)I love the characterisations, and how comfortable they are with each other.
How Harry was relieved that it was Hermione keeping him comany.
Loved this bit: “When this is over,” Hermione said tiredly, “I’m going to curl up in my bed and sleep for a week. And then I’m going to hid under a stack of research, and not come out until the dust from the books has completely coated my hair.”
To me, that sounds relaxing!
Thanks for the ficlet!! :-D
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Date: 2006-07-03 11:48 pm (UTC)You're welcome, and I'm really glad you liked it.