Till Death Do Us Part
Chapter 1 – The Wedding
By amarthaine
I remember the day like it was yesterday – our wedding day. It was only a couple of months after that final, fateful battle where we lost so much yet gained so much more. The Wizarding World was finally free – and I was with the girl I loved. Hermione was everything I'd always dreamed of having; intelligent, witty, and beautiful, a wonderful laugh, and beautiful inside. She didn't mind that I didn't have money – she accepted that we would work in our life and gain our way to those long dreamed goals. We were going to have little Weasley's running around the house – hopeful they would have her intelligence and maybe not hair quite as vibrant and noticeable.
I was so nervous – I remember sweating so much that Harry had to cast some spell to keep my suit from constantly soaking up the sweat. I couldn't believe I was finally going to marry the girl I loved. We were having an outside wedding in August in gold ole' rainy England. Lucky for us, it was a beautiful day – crisp and clear, not a single cloud in sight. I remember having a window open in that room and hearing the birds twittering all morning long – like they knew something about my happiness that was to come. I was going to have my life completed in the next five hours – I could day within a month and it would never bother me because I had gotten to marry the girl I was in love with.
Thirty minutes before the wedding started, I decided to head outside and greet everyone and thank them. I know it was untraditional, but if I didn't do something productive, I was going to go insane just waiting for the moment to come when I could head out there. So Harry accompanied me and we went to greet everyone. I saw my mum and da sitting in the front with baby Teddy in their lap – how harsh to lose both of his parents before he was one. So much like Harry, so it was fitting that Harry would be watching over him.
It was a blur greeting everyone – I faintly remember seeing Malfoy. He acknowledged me before taking a seat in the back in Hermione's side. I had to resist running over and socking him in the face. Hermione had insisted on inviting him. Just to prove to the world that harmony could be forged between the two groups that existed on rough patches now. That was why I loved her, and still do, because she wanted to make everything right. She needed to fix everything. We might have argued over it just because I didn't like him, but I respected her all the more because she DID insist relentlessly on inviting him. I think deep down, even Malfoy respected her for her efforts – I don't think he would have come otherwise.
Everyone began taking their seats and with a gulp, I realized that the wedding was about to begin. Harry quickly ushered me to the front of the church as he headed back to where he was supposed to be to escort Ginny in, Hermione's maid of honor. Everything was going so right, but I'm sure I looked like I was about to throw up. I never did well with those sorts of things. Everyone quieted down and the music started up. In a rush, everyone was escorted down the aisle and with baited breath I waited for Hermione and her father to appear. After what seemed like a century, I heard people in the very back row gasp, and my attention instantly was fixed on the opening. I felt my own jaw dropping as Hermione walked in, clasped to her father's arm nervously.
I'd never seen her looking so…perfect. Like an angel come down from Heaven to tell me that it was my time. An angel that I'd never dreamt would be mine. An angel that I would never share with anyone till the day I died. Her dress was simple enough – a white silk that clung to her in all the right spots, trailing directly to the ground, with sparkles through out it, seeming to twinkle by magic. Her hair was left down in cascading locks, part of it pinned back. But she was glowing so much, that the simplicity of it made it that much more beautiful.
I finally was able to collect myself and for the remainder of the wedding, I smiled like an idiot, even when her father passed her to me. It was perfect. Everything was exactly as it should be. The preacher began speaking, but I couldn't hear him. I kept sneaking peaks at Hermione from the corner of my eye. And I could tell she was doing the same thing. Finally, he looked up and told us to tell our vows. Music began playing so that no one else would be able to hear what we had to say. Hermione went first.
"Ronald Weasley, I think I've loved you since that day on the train when you had something on your nose." She smiled at me as I felt my ears turn red. "You were a little immature when we were younger, but in the end, you would always be there for me in the end, even if it was because of you I was so upset. I was never sure if this day would ever come – I was always so focused on the battle, that I think sometimes I forgot what was really important. The love that two people can only have once in a life time. A love that should never be requited unless it's because of a death – even then, always kept close to the heart. The love that I feel for you on a daily basis. The night you asked me to marry you, my heart nearly exploded from happiness. I may have cried…but never forget that I love you Ron. No matter how many time we fight and I cry and throw things, I want you to remember through it all that I love you. Even if one of us were to die tomorrow, I'd love you for the rest of my life. I never want to be without you…because I can't imagine ever being whole without you." Hermione finally took a deep breath, tears running down her face that I wiped away gently with my thumb.
I slowly began speaking, my voice husky with emotion. "Hermione Granger, you're the most intelligent girl I've ever known. You make me feel so stupid at times, that I get so upset with you. But I'm not really upset with you, but upset with the fact that I can never match your intelligence and quickness. I'll always just be that far behind as your continue to grow. But I love you. I respect you. I've never known anyone like you. I always dreamed of having a girl like you, but I never thought I'd actually get one like you. I never thought someone so perfect could love me for me. Even though I have not a penny to my name, even though I'm not the brightest guy out there, even though I hardly have anything to offer you but my love, you still love me. We may yell, a lot, but I still respect you. You always want to make everything perfect and you can't stand to have people at odds – especially now when we all need to hold on to each other so much because we have so little that is stable in this world now. Even when Harry was still getting ready for it all, you say you didn't concentrate on love, but you did enough to keep me waiting. That kiss we shared in the Room of Requirements was a moment that I will never forget. I love you Hermione Granger. Till I die." With that, I swallowed, and Hermione smiled brightly at me.
Again, the preacher began to talk, but I couldn't hear him. I was impatient. I wanted to be able to call her my wife for good. All I needed was to be able to call her mine. Because she completed me in a way no one, not even Harry, could understand. Without her…it was like wading through a pull of sludge. My thoughts couldn't focus, I couldn't live without her. I would always be stuck. With her, I would excel at everything I did just to prove that my wife deserved me. That I deserved her.
Finally, I heard Hermione say the words. Then the preacher turned to me. "And do you, Ronald Bilius Weasley…" His voice trailed off as I swallowed thickly, trying to muster enough moisture in my mouth to be able to speak. He finally ended his part, and I spoke.
"I do." My voice echoed across the silent hall and I swallowed.
"You may now kiss the bride." The preacher said, but I was no longer listening, I was already turning towards Hermione, whose face was glowing. She was no longer just the girl I loved. She was my wife who I loved. Mrs. Hermione Granger. And with that, I kissed her with all the love I had. I never wanted to let go of her. But the duties called. We eventually let go, but I heard her whisper quietly in my ear.
"I love you."
Author's Note: so I finished this like two weeks ago and its on HPFF, but I figured I'd post it over here and see what you guys think ) Read and review please!!
And yes, I intentionally have da. I have British relatives and they all say da instead of dad.
