*So I've had people commenting on the fact that I did the beginning of Baby Drama before the wedding. The wedding was coming along really slowly, then I read another story about Hermione's pregnancy and, no offense meant to the author of it, but it made me mad. Hermione was really evil in it. That spiked the dream sequence in my story. After I got the first chapter of it out (yes, I've decided to keep going, up until baby rose is born), the wedding came along easily. I'll post chapter one today, and hopefully by Monday I'll have up to chapter four out of this story, maybe chapter 2 of Baby. (Approximately 6 chapters for wedding, ten to fifteen for Baby.) Enjoy!*

*Disclaimer* I do not own Harry Potter.

Hermione POV

After eight years as best friends, a year and a half of dating, and three months of planning, I was finally going to marry the only man I had ever loved. I looked out the window of Ginny's room at the burrow, onto the backyard, which was quickly filling with people setting up the tent and chairs and other things for the wedding and reception. I knew that when all the guests showed up, we would see many people we had gone to Hogwarts with, people Ron and I worked with, our families. After the wedding, my families memories would be modified, excluding my parents, so that the wedding and reception would appear to have been a normal muggle wedding. The colors, brown and blue were everywhere. It looked rather somber at the moment, but soon that would change. A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

"Can I come in?" Ginny asked, peeking her head in. I laughed lightly.

"It's your room Ginny." My friend and soon to be sister smiled at me and came in.

"How are you doing?" I looked up in surprise.

"Ginny, I'm marrying my best friend today. I've been wanting this for at least six years." Ginny laughed.

"Well, when you put it that way Hermione, how am I suppose to doubt you?" I gave her a hug.

"You aren't."

"What had you staring so hard out the window, then?" I looked back out the window, and sighed. "Tell me. Please. I need to know if you're gonna make a run for it." I looked at her and she smirked that classic Weasley smirk. "Ron asked me to make sure you didn't leave. I believe his exact words were 'Gin, make sure she doesn't decide that I'm too much of a prat, and leave me at the alter.'" I started laughing.

"If I hadn't realized that he was an idiot by now, I definitely wouldn't be as smart as everyone credits me." Ginny and I laughed a little more, then let it fade off. Ginny gave me time to speak. Eventually I did. "When Harry proposed, and you guys got married last month, did it feel like... I don't know. That it was all too easy? Like you should be working harder?" Ginny smiled at me sadly.

"Hermione, if we had to work any harder to win the men we love, it would probably kill us." I nodded in agreement, and we sat in silence for a minute. "I understand though."

"Really? You just always seem so... sure." I watched as Ginny looked down at the ring that Harry had put on her hand.

"I was worried too, from the moment that Harry pulled the ring out and put it on my finger." She took my hand in hers, and smiled at me. "I decided though, that I wouldn't let the fear rule my life."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean if you let yourself worry that you need to work harder, your going to ruin your marriage, and your happiness." Ginny smiled at me. "We deserve them, and they deserve us. Our lives haven't been easy in the past, and Merlin knows, it probably won't be easy in the future, seeing as we love two men who want to save the world, again, but it will be full of love." I felt tears in my eyes, and I hugged Ginny, the woman who had been my sister for years.

"I love you Ginny. When did you get so smart?" She laughed and released me.

"I guess you're rubbing off on me." We laughed together. "Now," Ginny said, pulling out my dress, "Time to get you ready to wed." We spent the next half hour doing my hair, with various female members coming in to help, or offer advice, or just congratulate me. The only men to brave the room were my father who kept telling stories and hugging me, and Harry. I expected him to visit once, right before the wedding started, but he came and went at least a dozen times.

"Harry," Ginny finally asked, "What the hell is going on? It's just like our wedding day, with Ron in and out every ten minutes." Harry looked sheepishly down at his shoes. He mumbled something. "What was that?" Ginny asked, poking her husband lightly.

"Ron keeps asking me for updates on how Hermione's doing and how she looks." Harry blurted out quickly, blushing fiercely. Ginny and I broke out in laughter. I walked over to the desk that Ginny had hardly ever used, grabbed a paper, and wrote a note to the dork I was set to marry in less than two hours. I tapped it with my wand so that Harry couldn't read it, and handed it to him.

"Give this to Ron." I gave him a hug and shoved him out of the room.

Ron POV

I paced back and forth in the bedroom of my childhood. I looked out again at the backyard. It was filled with the things for our wedding. My wedding. To Hermione. I felt my heart starting to race again. Hah, what a laugh. It hadn't stopped racing since I'd woken up this morning. Alone, I might add. I hate sleeping without Hermione. I knew it was irrational, but she was so much better than me. So smart. So beautiful. So very noble and kind. How could she want me? I can't do anything right-. Harry walked through the door, interrupting my internal beating. I looked at his face and saw a flush still staining his cheeks. Bloody Hell.

"I'm sorry mate. I couldn't pull a fast one on them. They're too bloody smart." I shook my head, and Harry patted my shoulder in sympathy.

"We did try it at your wedding too." Harry nodded in agreement, and let the silence continue until I prodded him. "Well, how did she look? Since it's the last time you'll get to report back to me, apparently." Harry smiled easily, remembering how I had done the same for him when he married my sister.

"She looked brilliant. Her hair is all done. They managed to get all her curls to be neat and they're starting on her makeup now. Apparently she's going to have to stop drinking anything soon, so that she doesn't have to pee during the wedding." I blushed a bit at the last part, but pressed forward with the same question I had asked every time Harry had come back from the room.

"She didn't look ready to leave though, right? She's gonna stay?" I felt like a complete dolt asking every time, but I had to know. If she tried to leave, and no one told me, how was I suppose to convince her to stay?

"She glowed. She's so happy Ron. I don't think a band of Death Eaters could make her leave." I sighed in relief. Harry chuckled.

"You were worried that Gin would run off too." I reminded him of his fears from his own wedding. Harry nodded. We were both lost silently in thought. "Bloody Hell, Harry. Getting hitched is hard."

"I know! All your family said it was easy, that there isn't any doubt, but really? I did nothing but doubt. Hell, I still worry. What if I can't make her happy? What if she decides one day that being with the 'Boy Who Lived' is too hard? What am I gonna do?" Harry had worked himself into a state, which made me freak as well.

"What! You told me you stopped worrying after the wedding! Bloody prat!" Harry and I were both freaking ourselves out, yelling at each other, accusing the other of lying and such. Soon we were so loud that every one of my siblings, minus Ginny, and my dad, came up the stairs to see what all the fuss was about. George stepped between Harry and I and pushed our wands to the side, laughing at us.

"What's going on in here?" Bill asked, smirking at our militant stances.

"He started it, right git that he is! Telling me that I'm gonna continue to worry about Hermione leaving me, even after the wedding! What's that about?"

"You're the one who said Ginny would never leave on my wedding day, then brought up right before we left on holiday that I better keep her happy or she might leave! Then, later you told me about this list of things that she want's to do, but that she'll never do, now that she's married to me!"

"I was hammered mate! You told me that Herm-"

"ENOUGH!" Charlie shouted over the laughter and arguing. Harry and I stopped yelling long enough to realize that everyone was watching us, and that we looked like fools.

"Boys, do you really think that the women who you've know for eight years, have fought wars with, are going to leave you? Really?" Harry and I looked hard at my dad, and finally I shrugged.

"I dunno. I just... She's..." I couldn't continue, not sure where I was going.

"Ron, Hermione loves you." George said, looking serious for a moment, not that it lasted. "She'd have to, idiot that you are." Everyone laughed, and I felt the tension break. "Harry, my sister's really happy with you. She does want to do things, but there is no reason she can't do them with you." Harry nodded. It was odd for us to have George giving us reasonable advice.

"Sorry about snapping at you mate." I told Harry, holding out my hand. He took it and pulled me into a guy hug.

"Sorry about telling you about... Well, you know." We broke apart and the group started to wander off leaving us in privacy again. "Hey, I forgot! Hermione gave me a note to give to you." Harry pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, and I grabbed it desperately. My fears came back three fold as I opened the note and began reading, sure that it was a goodbye note. As I read the first line I relaxed completely and smiled. Harry waited for me to finish the note. "Well?"

"Dear Ron,
I'm sure that right about now you're having a good freak out because you can't seem to get it through your thick skull that I love you and will never leave you. You're perfect for me. I would rather fight with you for the rest of my life, than make love with anyone else. Do you remember that quote from that muggle movie I made you watch? I think it describes us wonderfully. I love you, your red hair that I hope our kids get, your smile, the way you know how to make me laugh, even when I don't want to, and I even love fighting with you, unless it's about something important. I will love you every day for the rest of our lives and into eternity. You have no chance of getting rid of me, so don't even try. I love you.
xoxo

Your knee.
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Harry stared at me in speculation. I waited for the teasing, knowing that it was well worth it, because I would treasure this note forever.

"That's a great letter, mate." I was mildly shocked, but Harry knew me and Hermione. I smiled at him, and walked over to my former desk, searching for a paper and pencil to write back. I wrote it quickly, and gave it to my best mate. "What am I, an owl?" Harry grumbled good naturedly. He left quickly, and this time I followed him down. I wanted to hear what Hermione might have to say about what I'd written. Harry left me outside the door, as I waited for my love to read what I had written for her, hoping that she would understand all that I had tried to put on paper.

*The quote is from The Wedding Date. I love that movie. I suggest you see it if you haven't already.*