DISCLAIMER
I Do NOT own the characters in this story, they were created by JK Rowling, and are owned by but not limited to bloomsbury and various other publishing houses.
This fic is NOT SUITABLE for under 18's and the author releases ALL responsibility from this point on as to whether you read it or not.
Authors Note : This is my first attempt at a harry/hermione slash... so forgive the slight crudeness! I'm attempting to give you an insight into their heads, a little shocker occasionally, and, hopefully, something to think about as well...
The other thing i should probably mention is that this is the ENDING of a storyline - i'll go back and rewrite it at some other time, when im not being inundated by scripts to beta-read and correct.
Chapter 1 - The Wedding.
Harry turned and stared down the aisle, wishing like crazy that Hermione would appear soon, that his collar wasnt so tight, and above all that the whole damn ceremony was done, the speeches over and he was on the way to that little mountain chalet with his (imminently to be) wife.
The music began, and he swallowed nervously, and gasped as Hermione, (who had mysteriously changed into an angel while he wasnt looking) started to walk down the aisle. He felt his heart flutter, his breath caught in his throat as he studied her... and wondered how it had taken him so long to get around to this day. Hermione was beautiful, even radiant... her white dress flaring out, and the red bodice emphasising her slim figure, her hair elaborately piled up at the back of her head. Harry could see her smile through the veil.
From Hermione's point of view, Harry looked phenomenal stood at the far end of the aisle... and she was determined to make him wild with anticipation by the time they started their trip - which would, naturally, only take seconds. Apparating was such a useful skill! She began to sway her hips, noticing his adams apple bob up and down from nerves, and she beamed radiantly, anticipating his reaction, a nervous smile on his part, his puppy eyes being blatently obvious.
As the ceremony slowly passed by, both of them found it hard to concentrate on the words the minister was saying, lost in eachothers eyes, wanting nothing more than eachother, needing eachother more each minute.
Finally, they were allowed that sweet kiss... and they took full advantage of it, tongues flicking in and out of eachothers mouthes... and as soon as the cheering started, they broke apart, startled, panting and needing more.
Then they were at the reception... everyone was there, it couldnt be avoided, Harry was too famous for that to happen. Sirius and Remus were talking quietly in one corner, no doubt planning something for later that night... as they had on the stagnight. Sitting down for dinner, everyone who had known the terrible trio at Hogwarts felt the missing presence... Ron had declined to come to the wedding, or the reception as he still had feelings for Harry from their days on the Quidditch team together, and he felt that the wedding would have broken his control on his feelings - which was tenuous at best.
Sirius stood, calling attention to him rapidly, and began a speech about how great Harry and Hermione were together - the usual spiel for the best man speech... and then broke off at the bored look on his audiences faces. Alright then, he thought, time to start the plan up...
"Remus, a hand please?" he muttered as he reached up to grab a handle on the ceiling....
Remus Lupin jumped up and pulled on the handle with his old schoolfriend until they both fell over and a huge wooden, white painted screen dropped from the ceiling... and the magical image procession started accross it... from the moment of Harry's arrival at Hogwarts, 15 years previously, through to the day that they had told him he was on the Chocolate Frog cards. Then it started on Hermione, suprisingly at the moment she had recieved her letter from Hogwarts that she was a witch. The whole audience chuckled at her glee, and the look of horror on her parents faces. It moved through various events of her life, right up until the day that the inseperable duo had split, the day that Harry proposed to Hermione. Finally, the images passed through all the things that Harry, Hermione and Ron had done together, from the saving of the Philosophers Stone through to the defeat of Voldemort.
At the end of all this, the audience deafened the top table with tumultuous applause, cheers and whistles, realising how well these two people were suited to eachother.
Suddenly, silence reigned as the doors at the rear of the hall were thrown open, and a figure stepped through, and took one look at all the wizards with wands drawn suddenly (the terror of Voldemort had never been forgotten, all wizards were ready for combat all the time) and pulled back its hood, grinning...
Harry and Hermione broke from the top table and sprinted to the doors to embrace their best friend, the flame haired Ron.
"What made you change your mind Ron?" Harry asked.
"What, and miss the look on your faces? No way!" came the reply, delivered as usual with high energy. Ron's face fell then - and he realised he still needed to ask the newlyweds something. In a worried tone he asked,
"Does the invitation still say "Ronald Weasley and Guest?"
"Of course it does!" came the reply, simultaniously.
Happiness turned to shock as another cloaked figure walked into the room, pulling down its hood to reveal a head with two very distinctive features - the sneer and blonde hair of a Malfoy. Draco Malfoy was Ron's date.
I Do NOT own the characters in this story, they were created by JK Rowling, and are owned by but not limited to bloomsbury and various other publishing houses.
This fic is NOT SUITABLE for under 18's and the author releases ALL responsibility from this point on as to whether you read it or not.
Authors Note : This is my first attempt at a harry/hermione slash... so forgive the slight crudeness! I'm attempting to give you an insight into their heads, a little shocker occasionally, and, hopefully, something to think about as well...
The other thing i should probably mention is that this is the ENDING of a storyline - i'll go back and rewrite it at some other time, when im not being inundated by scripts to beta-read and correct.
Chapter 1 - The Wedding.
Harry turned and stared down the aisle, wishing like crazy that Hermione would appear soon, that his collar wasnt so tight, and above all that the whole damn ceremony was done, the speeches over and he was on the way to that little mountain chalet with his (imminently to be) wife.
The music began, and he swallowed nervously, and gasped as Hermione, (who had mysteriously changed into an angel while he wasnt looking) started to walk down the aisle. He felt his heart flutter, his breath caught in his throat as he studied her... and wondered how it had taken him so long to get around to this day. Hermione was beautiful, even radiant... her white dress flaring out, and the red bodice emphasising her slim figure, her hair elaborately piled up at the back of her head. Harry could see her smile through the veil.
From Hermione's point of view, Harry looked phenomenal stood at the far end of the aisle... and she was determined to make him wild with anticipation by the time they started their trip - which would, naturally, only take seconds. Apparating was such a useful skill! She began to sway her hips, noticing his adams apple bob up and down from nerves, and she beamed radiantly, anticipating his reaction, a nervous smile on his part, his puppy eyes being blatently obvious.
As the ceremony slowly passed by, both of them found it hard to concentrate on the words the minister was saying, lost in eachothers eyes, wanting nothing more than eachother, needing eachother more each minute.
Finally, they were allowed that sweet kiss... and they took full advantage of it, tongues flicking in and out of eachothers mouthes... and as soon as the cheering started, they broke apart, startled, panting and needing more.
Then they were at the reception... everyone was there, it couldnt be avoided, Harry was too famous for that to happen. Sirius and Remus were talking quietly in one corner, no doubt planning something for later that night... as they had on the stagnight. Sitting down for dinner, everyone who had known the terrible trio at Hogwarts felt the missing presence... Ron had declined to come to the wedding, or the reception as he still had feelings for Harry from their days on the Quidditch team together, and he felt that the wedding would have broken his control on his feelings - which was tenuous at best.
Sirius stood, calling attention to him rapidly, and began a speech about how great Harry and Hermione were together - the usual spiel for the best man speech... and then broke off at the bored look on his audiences faces. Alright then, he thought, time to start the plan up...
"Remus, a hand please?" he muttered as he reached up to grab a handle on the ceiling....
Remus Lupin jumped up and pulled on the handle with his old schoolfriend until they both fell over and a huge wooden, white painted screen dropped from the ceiling... and the magical image procession started accross it... from the moment of Harry's arrival at Hogwarts, 15 years previously, through to the day that they had told him he was on the Chocolate Frog cards. Then it started on Hermione, suprisingly at the moment she had recieved her letter from Hogwarts that she was a witch. The whole audience chuckled at her glee, and the look of horror on her parents faces. It moved through various events of her life, right up until the day that the inseperable duo had split, the day that Harry proposed to Hermione. Finally, the images passed through all the things that Harry, Hermione and Ron had done together, from the saving of the Philosophers Stone through to the defeat of Voldemort.
At the end of all this, the audience deafened the top table with tumultuous applause, cheers and whistles, realising how well these two people were suited to eachother.
Suddenly, silence reigned as the doors at the rear of the hall were thrown open, and a figure stepped through, and took one look at all the wizards with wands drawn suddenly (the terror of Voldemort had never been forgotten, all wizards were ready for combat all the time) and pulled back its hood, grinning...
Harry and Hermione broke from the top table and sprinted to the doors to embrace their best friend, the flame haired Ron.
"What made you change your mind Ron?" Harry asked.
"What, and miss the look on your faces? No way!" came the reply, delivered as usual with high energy. Ron's face fell then - and he realised he still needed to ask the newlyweds something. In a worried tone he asked,
"Does the invitation still say "Ronald Weasley and Guest?"
"Of course it does!" came the reply, simultaniously.
Happiness turned to shock as another cloaked figure walked into the room, pulling down its hood to reveal a head with two very distinctive features - the sneer and blonde hair of a Malfoy. Draco Malfoy was Ron's date.