I, for one, Can't wait
"Hermione, sweetheart?" his deep voice rang through the kitchen.
"Yes darling?" she answered back, a small smile curling on her lips at the term of endearment.
He walked in from their front porch and handed her a golden envelope. "Post's here, looks like Harry and Ginny's invitation"
She squealed in excitement and tore open the package to reveal the simple gold and white wedding invitation inside. Her eyes darted across the page scanning the formalitys of where's and when's to come upon Ginny's boyish script at the bottom reading:
"See you there, Maid of honour ;)"
Hermione beamed and quickly tacked the invitation onto the fridge where it wouldn't be missed. Harry and Ginny had been planning their wedding for seven months now and the day was almost here. She couldn't wait.
After examining the invitation one more time, she plopped herself back down onto the kitchen chair to finish her tea to find her own fiancé staring back at her with a grin.
"Ginny was crazy to choose you as Maid of Honour you know…" he said with a smirk.
"Oh?" she played along, "And why is that?"
"First of all, it's a wonder you haven't driven her batty sending along all of those articles and books about wizarding weddings."
Hermione scowled. Some things would never change – he had always teased her about her bookish nature even though he himself was top of his class when they graduated from Hogwarts.
"And…" he continued, seeing her negative reaction to his tease "everyone knows your supposed to choose someone less attractive as your maid of honour. Once you walk down the isle, no one will even notice the bride" he whispered leaning across the table to plant a soft kiss on her lips.
"I for one, can't wait to see you all dolled up in that dress" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Hermione blushed and instinctively tugged on a lock of her curly brown bob.
The bridesmaids dresses Ginny had chosen were rather seductive. Hermione chuckled inwardly thinking of Ginny's reaction when Hermione was a little less than enthused about the slight garment.
"Oh don't you look at me like that Hermione" she spat, "You aren't showing up to my wedding in your frumpy work robes, my maid of honour is going to look HOT!"
And that was that.
He leaned over and kissed her again, first on the cheek then on the lips, lingering for a moment and breathing her in.
The moment ended too quickly when he stood to his full height again, Hermione pondered how lucky she was to be in love with such a handsome and sophisticated man.
"Guess I better get ready for work" he said with a frown, exiting the kitchen and walking down the hall of their small English home.
"Yes, I best be off as well" she replied. Standing and flicking her wand to clear the table. Her so called frumpy burghandy robes cascaded around her feet as she strode towards the door.
Despite her earlier reservations, Hermione truly enjoyed her career in Wizarding law. Not only was there so much history to learn, but there was always new and exciting things happening in the legal world and she truly felt she was making a difference with her life by helping to write and pass laws that gave freedom and rights to the less fortunate.
"Goodbye Hermione!" he called from the loo, peaking out while straighten his blue and black Department of International Magical Cooperation robes.
"Bye Robert!" she replied, and apparated out the door.