Lover's Got Your Lips

A smile spread across her face. Mrs. Hermione Granger-Weasley. It's got a nice ring to it. As she gazed out across the ocean from the hotel room balcony, her mind floated back through all the memories. The good, the great, the wonderful... All the good times she'd had with Ron. And today. Today definately topped the list. July 17th, 2004 was the day that Hermione Granger became Hermione Granger-Weasley, and became the luckiest woman in the world.

A strong set of arms slipped around her waist, startling her. She looked up, and into the eyes of her husband. "What are you thinking about?" he murmered into her hair.

"Today," she replied softly.

Ron grinned. "Today, yes. Today was unforgetable. And of course we have Fred and George to thank for part of that." Crazy twins. Even their marriages couldn't calm them, why should his?

July 17th, 2004. 2:26pm
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!"

And kiss his bride he did. One must uphold Muggle traditions at a traditional Muggle wedding, Ron thought. Hey, it was her idea for this kind of wedding. It's her own do- His reasoning was coming along quite nicely until it was rudely inturrupted by the cat-calling of his oh so loveable brothers. All of them.

"Hey, Mrs. Granger. Is this tradition enough for you?" asked Charlie, who really was enjoying the pinkish tinge that was creeping onto the face of Hermione's mother. Flashing Mrs. Granger an infamous Weasley grin, he resumed his whistling, now intent on turning Ron's face the same shade as his hair.

It had been almost five minutes since the priest had sealed their marriage, and still Ron and Hermione were still... sealed... at the lips. Oh my gosh, what's wrong? Why can't I break away? Oh dear, what will Grams think? Oooh, I'll kill whoever is responsible for this, seethed Hermione mentally. And I know just who to kill...

"Fred! George!" Molly bellowed. "What did you do this time?!"

"Who us? You're perfect little angels would never do such a thing. Never even dream it," said George, putting on an innocent look and nudging Fred to do the same. "What makes you think it was us?"

"Who else would it be?!? And don't even bother with the innocent looks, I'm not buying it. Now what did you do?"

"It's only our wedding present, Mum. We thought ickle Ronniekins deserved a... special treat." Barely able to get the words out through his laughter, a look of mock horror came over his face. "Well, by George..."

"I didn't do it!"

"No, no, Georgie, it's a Muggle expression."

"Oh."

"Well, anyways, I think I've figured it out! I think..."

"Well?? Out with it, you, or I'll have a little talk with Angelina. And I'll be sure to mention the pink knic-"

Somehow, Fred knew that Molly really would tell Angie about that rather unfortunate incident. He winced. "Ithinkwemixeduptheboxes," he said in a rush. Seeing the expression of anger and bewilderment on Molly's face, Fred hurried to explain. "Well, you see, we've made a new candy. It's called Lover's Got Your Lips. It literally attaches the eater of the candy to the first person they kiss. Ronnie must have eaten a peice..."

"How long did will it last? Oh, what are we going to tell the Muggles? Look at that! Hermione's Grams seems to be loosing her balance. Well, what did she go and fall off her chair for?" asked Molly, thoroughly bewildered.

"She fainted, dear," piped up Arthur, who had been a silent observer up until this point.

"Well, isn't that silly." As an afterthought, she added, "How did you know it was Ron who ate it, not Hermione?" Silence. "ALFRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY! YOU DID THIS ON PURPOSE! FIX THIS AT ONCE!"

"Uh, Mum, here's the thing. There is no cure."

"What do you mean there is no cure? There has to be a cure!"

"Well, I'm sure that one day, we will get around to finding a cure, but at the moment... There isn't one." George grinned wickedly. "They're stuck together for awhile, since ickle Ronniekins decided to stuff his face with them!"

"Oooh, I could just... Why, I could tell Angelina..."

"Oh, Mum, no, please. That's torture!" Fred looked as though he was in pain, and George really couldn't help but laugh at his twin's misfortune.

"And you think this isn't?" she snapped. "Fred, you know Hermione is shy. You know this is supposed to be a Muggle ceremony. I think you deserve to have Angelina know. And I'm equally sure that, as soon as she is detached from my son, Hermione will agree with me."

"But then Hermione..."

"...would know. EXACTLY."

"But Mum!"

"No buts, Fred. You either, George," she added, suddenly remembering that it wasn't just Fred's idea. "I believe I have some very interesting stories for Carrie. Stories that involve Janie Johnson, you, and Bill's old broomstick, perhaps?"

It was Fred's turn to laugh while George stammered a response. "But Mum," was the best he could do.

Suddenly, the exchange was put to an abrupt halt. "FRED! GEORGE! YOU'RE DEAD!"

"Oh, Ronnie, how nice of you to remove yourself from your wife and join us. We were having the lovliest of conversations with Mother..."

"Bullshit! I know you gave me something... something... I don't know what it was, but I know you two are behind it! I have half a mind to..."

"Don't exaggerate, dear Ron. We all know it's not true..." The words weren't even out of Fred's mouth before Ron attacked, chasing both Fred and George through the forest.

July 18th, 2004. 12:04am
He laughed out loud. "I still can't feel my tounge you know," he commented. Hermione laughed.

"Me neither," she confided.

"Well, since neither of us can feel our tounges, I guess we shouldn't use them..."

"Oh, yes. We wouldn't want to, uh, to... wear.. them... out. Yes, that's it." She looked up at him, her eyes shining with surpressed laughter.

"Of course, you're right," Ron replied, placing his lips to hers.