Hey guys! I'm back with the first chapter of the sequel. Hope you guys enjoy it! I am finding it a lot more challenging now that I don't have the books to follow, but I hope it'll be as good. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Wedding

Hermione had been really busy all day. What with planning a wedding, making sure everybody got their invitations, and getting herself ready, she had enough on her plate. The bride to be had been stressed out so much lately, Hermione wondered if she would survive until the wedding. At half five, she left the Ministry and went home. She had a few days off of work for the wedding. Once home, she was greeted with a slightly annoyed Crookshanks. He was frustrated that she wasn't paying enough attention to him lately, and she knew it. She gave him a quick stroke, before going to her bedroom. She put her bags down at the foot of the bed, and went to her wardrobe. Her dress hung there in its cover. She took it out of the wardrobe and unzipped it. It was beautiful, and she was glad Ginny had been in charge of the clothes. She zipped the bag back up, picked up her make-up and jewellery, and walked towards the bathroom. She packed her toilet bag, and took one look around the apartment to see if she had forgotten anything, and went back to the lounge and put her suitcase by the door.

"Hey!" Ron had just walked in. He went up to her and gave her a kiss.

"Hi," she whispered back, smiling.

"I see you're all ready then."

"Yes, now, do you have everything?" She was looking around to see if she hadn't forgotten anything.

"Yes, I know the plan, Hermione. Hey, look at me." He had grabbed her hand to stop her walking away. "It'll be fine. Everything's accounted for. You have planned everything to the tiniest detail, it can't go wrong." She smiled at him.

"Thanks. I'm just so nervous." He laughed.

"It's alright, I understand." He pulled her into a hug. "I love you." He whispered into her hair.

"I love you too." She whispered back. They stood there for a minute or so, before an owl started pecking on their window. Hermione walked towards the bird, and took the letter it was holding before it flew off again. She laughed. "It's from Ginny. She's ordering me to 'get my butt over there'." Ron smiled at her, and gave her one last kiss.

"Go then. I do not want to be responsible for making you late. Ginny would kill me." She smiled.

"Now, don't get too drunk tonight!" She told him sternly, and he laughed.

"Hermione, I promise." He held his hand to his heart to show his sincerity. She smiled at him.

"I'll see you at the Burrow." He nodded, and she smiled before disapperating with her luggage.

"You're late!" Ginny told her when Hermione had walked into her bedroom.

"No I'm not, I'm early." Hermione replied calmly. "Now. Is everyone here?"

"No, Luna is here, as well as Hannah Abbott, but Fleur and Victoire still aren't here." Ginny was pacing around.

"Great. Then everything's going to plan. And if you keep worrying yourself, you'll give yourself a heart attack."

"I am getting married, Hermione. This has to be perfect!"

"I know. And it is going to be perfect. So take a deep breath, and calm down." Ginny did as Hermione asked, and sat down on the armchair in the corner.

"I can't believe I'm getting married." She whispered.

"Are you having second thoughts?"

"No! It's just… I'm 20 years old. Am I too young to get married?" Hermione looked at the young witch.

"You and Harry have been through so much. I have never seen him so happy. You too belong together. What age you get married doesn't matter because you're going to spend the rest of your lives together anyway." Ginny smiled in thanks at her. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Mrs Weasley entered.

"Hello girls," she said, a huge smile on her face. "Ginny, the girls are downstairs." Ginny nodded at her. The two girls got up and followed Mrs Weasley downstairs.

The next day, the Burrow was in uproar. Everybody was panicking because of things that should have been done that haven't been done and who hasn't done their job. Hermione was running around getting everything ready, cleaning up after people, and wondering if she would have time to get herself ready. Walking around in her pyjamas to find a sock that Victoire seemed to have lost, Hermione bumped into Harry. He looked just as stressed out as Hermione did.

"Hey!" She exclaimed.

"Hi." He was looking around. He, too, was still in his pyjamas.

"Looking for something?" Hermione asked him.

"Yes, I need to see Ginny, I need to ask her something."

"I'm sorry, but it's bad luck. Besides, Mrs Weasley will never let you past the stairs. What is it?"

"I just need to know that she still wants to go ahead with the wedding. I know she's been worrying if she's old enough…"

"Harry." She put a hand on his shoulder. "Ginny is not having second thoughts. She loves you. She isn't going to run. She wouldn't have said yes when you proposed otherwise." Harry nodded. "Now, go! Go get dressed!" And she shooed him away with a grin.

"Hermione! Why aren't you dressed yet?" Mrs Weasley had walked up behind her, and looked outraged. "Go!" And she pushed Hermione into Ginny's room. Ginny was there getting her make-up done by Fleur. The latter smiled at Hermione as she entered, and she returned it. She took the lilac dress out of its bag, and walked behind the screen they had put up. Once dressed, Fleur then turned to do her make-up, while Ginny went behind the screen to get into her wedding dress. When she emerged, Hermione was lost for words; never had she seen anyone look so beautiful. Even Fleur couldn't find anything to say, apart from: "Oh Mon Dieu…"

The reception was in full swing. Ron and Hermione were dancing in amongst the other guests. Neville and Hannah were dancing next to them, and Hermione smiled at her old school mate. His battle scars had faded significantly in the four years since the battle, and Hermione could see that he was happy. Someone tapped her on the shoulder, and she saw that Harry was asking her to dance. She accepted with a grin, and Ginny went to dance with Ron.

"What did you think of the ceremony?" Harry asked her.

"I thought it was wonderful. I have never seen you two so happy." Harry grinned, and Hermione could see that he had a twinkle in his eyes.

"Thank you for the planning you did for all of this. I really appreciate it."

"It's your wedding! You two are my best friends, why would I not want to help? Also, being the maid of honour, it is my duty to help in any way I can." Harry twirled her round, smiling.

The sun had set hours ago, and the party had started to die down. The newly weds walked around hugging and thanking people for attending their wedding, before waving to everyone one last time and disapperating.

"He better treat her right." Ron whispered, staring at the spot his now brother-in-law and sister had been.

"He will. Harry would never do anything to harm her. He loves her."

"I know. It's just hard to see my little sister get married." Hermione held Ron's hand and they too disapparated back to their apartment. Once home, Hermione headed straight for the lounge to make sure Crookshanks was all right.

"Ahh!" She screamed as a figure stepped out of the shadows towards her.