Chapter 9: Prom
The day of the prom came up fast on Hermione, giving her hardly any time to work on her anger problems.
“You’ll be fine; just don’t take everything people say to heart.” Ron assured as he opened the car door for her.
Ron was wearing the sharp tuxedo that she picked out for him, making him look like a ginger James Bond.
Hermione herself was wearing an ankle length emerald green silk dress with silver stilettos, Alice had promised her a gift for when they met up and Hermione had a bag full of gifts for all of them, Bella included.
The drive there was quiet; Ron was leaving Hermione to gain control of her anger before they arrived. When they did, Hermione became nervous.
“The last time I went to a ball, I killed 45 people shortly afterwards.”
“Oh now you’re just being stupid. Come on.”
He ran round the other side of the car and opened her door, held out his hand and pulled her out of the car, several people gasped, Hermione knew they were looking at her and several others that were stood behind her.
“Porcelain!” Hermione turned to the sound of her nickname. Her jaw dropped.
Alice was wearing a midnight blue thigh length cocktail dress with her usual crest choker and an assortment of bracelets. Rosalie was wearing an ankle length baby blue silk dress, both with heels on (Alice's were black, Rosalie's were silver), both looked too gorgeous to compare.
And that was just Alice and Rosalie, Emmett and Jasper both looked too handsome for words, both in tuxedos, only Emmett’s was white to go with Rosalie’s dress.
Ron took Hermione’s arm and led her over.
“Oh my god! You all look gorgeous!”
“Oh and you don’t? I never thought I’d see the day when you didn’t need these two to dress you!” Hermione swatted Emmett on the shoulder, her nerves vanished.
“Come on then, we’ll go and get Bella and Edward into a group photo!” Alice sang, Hermione saw Rosalie roll her eyes.
When they found Bella and Edward they all had several group photos as well as the photos of each individual couple.
“I’ll get them to you some time during the night, free of charge as there’s so many!” Hermione allowed herself to be swept away into the room, there the music filled her and she smiled.
“Shall we?” Ron swept her onto the dance floor and surprised her by dancing very gracefully in between all the other first-dance dancers.
“I went home and took a few lessons from everyone. Hope you don’t mind.” Hermione smiled and shook her head.
“No,” she sighed and leant up against him, the music finished a few minutes later, Hermione felt something tap Ron on the shoulder, looking up she saw Jasper.
“Alice would like a dance, Ron. Apparently you’ve had a lot on your mind that she would like to talk to you about.”
“Yes you can cut in, Jasper.” The two men laughed, Hermione watched Ron walk over to Alice, who took his hand and swept off to the dance floor. Jasper took her hand and her waist, holding her as if she were made of glass.
“He’s a lucky man, to have won your heart the way he has. I envy him. And Alice envies you.”
“Why? She’s got everything and more.”
“Yes, but Alice doesn’t have very many friends who has something she wants.”
“And what’s that?”
“You have a beating heart. And you love so much more than the likes of myself and my family do. We all envy you, both of you.” The song came to an end with Hermione looking at Jasper in a new light; she never thought that the Cullens would envy her for something that she didn’t appreciate. She hated her life.
“That might be because you have an eternity to live just like we do.” Edward’s voice drifted in her ear. She looked round as Jasper walked off back to Alice.
“Maybe.” Ron came up behind her and asked her to follow him. She walked behind him out into the decking area where Bella was sat. Her brow furrowed when she saw the other two, looking through her eyes, Hermione could see Edward with his finger on his lips. He glided past the couple and stood by Bella’s shoulder.
“Hermione I need to ask you something, something that isn’t going to be easy to ask.”
“What?” they stopped on the decking Edward and Bella started to walk back to the hall.
Ron pulled out a velvet box and got down onto one knee.
“Hermione Granger, will you marry me?” Hermione heard Bella gasp, looking over to top of Ron’s head she could see Bella’s eye were bugging out, Alice, Rosalie, Emmett and Jasper were stood by the door.
Then realisation hit her.
“Say that again?” Ron laughed.
“Will you marry me?” okay so she wasn't hearing things. A wide grin spread over her face and she blushed.
“Yes, yes I will.” tears finally swept down her face as Ron slipped the solid gold, diamond and ruby encrusted, ring on to her wedding finger. He hugged her before kissing her and swooping her off her feet.
Suddenly she was surrounded by the family she had grown to love.
“I'll kill you one of these days, Alice!” she joked giving Alice a big hug. Then something else occurred to her.
“You went home for dancing lessons?” Ron shrugged.
“And to get the ring made for you.”
“What?! That's hand made?! Where the hell did you get the money from?”
“Nowhere, you see where Hermione comes from, she's royalty, the highest ranking royalty there is. So they made it willingly for me. The gold is from Rohan and Gondor, the rubies and diamonds were from Gimli, the pattern of the band originates from the Shire, and the actual crafting of the ring came from the elves.” Hermione's vision blurred with tears as her knees gave out on her, fortunately Emmett was there to catch her.
“Whoa, easy there, lets sit you down.”
“I'm getting married.” she whispered. Everyone laughed.
“Okay, someone tell me I'm still in hospital in Phoenix.”
“Sorry, Porcelain, you're not dreaming and you're getting married, with no glitches. So who else are you inviting?” Alice sat down next to her, her arm wrapped around Hermione's waist.
And so the wedding plans began from there. Hermione listened intently as Alice and Rosalie talked dresses. She was getting married, her life was finally coming together, after five years of hectic living, she was finally going to settle down.