Haven't seen a Pregnant Ginny fic, so I wanted to do one! Everyone has different opinions as to when the 'time of their life' was. Those great, golden days. This is Mr. and Mrs. Potter trying to live through theirs. Companion to Cupcakes and Sprinkles
I do not own Harry Potter
Hermione Granger had never truly felt beautiful. As a child, kids would always pick on her because of her bushy hair and large teeth. Sure, her parents reassured her that she was gorgeous, and teachers told her that's "it's on the inside that counts" (which really was another way of them calling her ugly, too). For a while, that was enough for her. She had some friends in primary school, she had excellent grades, and believe it or not she wasn't too bad on her school football team either. In year 4 she had one of those "boyfriends". Hers was named Burt Cagney. They held hands at recess sometimes, and on Valentine's day he gave her a lollipop and a peck on the check. Until, of course, she saw Burt holding hands with that mean girl, Olivia Flynn. Luckily, as a 9 year old, boys weren't really her main priority. Then she went to Hogwarts.
Hermione knew all about puberty and periods and training bras- but that didn't stop her from feeling like an awkward 12 year old. All of a sudden, she didn't have any friends. No one could relate to her love of books and they viewed her as "weird". Hermione had never been more thankful for things such as trolls as she was the night she was when she, Ron, and Harry became friends. Yet, boys still called her ugly. Being a preteen and a teenager with a changing body and odd feelings for the opposite gender, it did nothing for her self esteem. And then Viktor came along. Someone who understood her passion for reading and told her she looked beautiful. Of course Ron had to ruin everything by just realizing she was a girl. And then came along Cormac, who was…. nice. Sort of creepy how assertive he was, though.
Once they were dating, Ron definitely made Hermione feel loved and beautiful, yet…. Never pretty.
That was, until now. When Ginny cooed, "Hermione, you look stunning in that dress!" the bushy haired woman didn't shoot down the compliment. Instead, she blushed and smiled.
"I love it so much." Hermione giggled. "But I'm so nervous."
"Everyone's nervous on their wedding day." Audrey told the younger girl, while bouncing her 6-month-old daughter on her hip.
"I guaranteed you that Ron is going crazy right now, 'Mione." Ginny reassured the bride, laughing at the mental picture of her brother freaking out.
"Harry, I can't do this!" Ron ran a hand through his hair frantically. He began speed-walking off of the small platform he was on, only to be pushed back by Seamus and Harrry.
"Ron, if I can do this, you can certainly marry Hermione." Bill told his youngest brother, who looked like he was going to have a nervous breakdown while holding 7-month-old Dominique and making sure that 3 year old Victoire didn't go running off somewhere in the mess of Weasley relatives.
"But what if I mess up? What if I do something stupid? What i-" Ron began rattling off until George slapped him in the face.
"Well," George cleared his throat as the group looked at him; Ron in annoyance and the rest in amusement. "That shut him up. Ronald, just calm down. Hermione is going to be walking down that aisle in two minutes, and you have to get your shit together."
"Two Minutes!" Ron hollered.
"Will everyone please take their seats? The ceremony is going to be beginning!" The priest announced, as everyone began settling. Ron, Harry, Seamus, and Neville stood by the alter as music started playing.
Luna, Hannah Abbott, and Ginny made their way down the aisle, followed by Teddy with two rings on a pillow, and finally Hermione.
It took all Harry could muster not to laugh at the look on Ron's face. It was as though the redhead had never seen anything as beautiful as Hermione in her high-necked lace gown with cap sleeves. He supposed that that was the look he wore on his own wedding day. He grinned at the memory , and he looked over at his wife. Harry couldn't help but think that Ginny looked just as beautiful today, in her emerald green bridesmaid dress, as she did in her white dress. The 22 year old caught her husband looking at her and winked at him with a smile. They both turned their attention back to the ceremony as Hermione reached the alter.
Harry James Potter was drunk. After having one too many alcoholic butterbeers, he was spinning around on the dance floor with his equally as drunk wife.
"H-h-heeeeeeeey! We should *hiccup* wee should do this eveeery night!" Ginny laughed as Harry twirled her around again.
"Not just should," Harry agreed. "We're gonna!" Ginny shrieked and laughed as the couple hugged. They stumbled their way off of the dance floor as a slow song came on.
"H-hey hey Harry hey H-Harry Poooootter!" Ginny giggled as the said man sat down in a chair, before sitting on his lap. "Guess what's so funny!"
"What?" Harry asked, already laughing.
"You're name is Harry," The redhead jabbed a finger into Harry's chest. "And you're chest is hairy, too!"
"I have other hairy parts if ya know what I mean." Harry smirked suggestively. "D'ya wanna go someplace private?"
"Indeed I do!" Ginny giggled. She grabbed her husband's hand and began leading him inside of the Burrrow and up the stairs until they reached the old room that used to be marked, "Ginevra".
After that magical, drunken night, the couple's lives were never the same.
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