Disclaimer: You are cordially invited to witness the marriage of Ronald Billius Weasley and Hermione Jane Granger. JKR's the minister; I'm just the wedding planner. Everything you don't recognize belongs to her.

Note: Yeah, so I couldn't resist continuing this story. It's just too much fun not to. I'll have a few more chapters, but I'll try not to drag it. I hope this second wedding wasn't too boring, after we've already witnessed one. Oh, and I hope y'all don't mind all the stuff with Hagrid. I figured he deserved some happiness….and JKR never SAYS what happens to him, other than him inviting James and Albus to tea.

Next up will probably be the birth of James! Please review, they make me happy, and happiness makes me much more liable to update. Therefore, it's in your best interest to review.

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It was a beautiful summer night, filled with moonlight, soft music, and the evening songs of birds as they wished each other a pleasant evening. In the backyard of the Burrow, even the ramshackle old house took on a new personality of mystery and intrigue as it was silhouetted against the moon. Tons of people milled around outside, clothed in glittering dress robes in a rainbow spectrum of colors. A soft glowing light was providing illumination to the evening, due to the presence of thousands of fireflies and fairies, their quavering beams flickering mysteriously.

Hermione Granger leaned out the window of Ginny's old bedroom, hers no more now that she shared the heavily renovated number 12 Grimmauld Place with Harry in London. That didn't stop Ginny Potter from looking around fondly as she can in to help the bride get ready. "You know how much I love Harry, and how good it is to finally have a home of my own," Ginny told her best friend confidingly, "but it's still nice to come back every once in a while. It'll be the same for you, even though it feels like you're deserting your family at the moment. Don't feel like you're running out on your mum and dad or anything like that. It's your life now, 'Mione. It's up to you to live it."

"Ginny," exclaimed Hermione exasperatedly, "are you quite sure you're not Professor Trelawney's successor as Seer? Because you just divined my thoughts, or whatever that bloody woman calls it."

Ginny shuddered. "The day that I take over Trelawney's job is the day I take up residence in the Forbidden Forest with Professor Slughorn. Need any help with that?" She pointed at the veil that was resting in Hermione's quivering hands.

"Yes, please," replied Hermione. "I can't get my hands to stop shaking, and I don't know why….it's not like I don't love your brother. I don't have any reason to be nervous. This has been a long time coming. I've loved Ron for forever, it seems like."

"Heaven only knows why you do," said Ginny with an air of teasing about her. "I certainly can't understand it, but by Merlin's beard, I'm glad Ronald managed to attain somebody as wonderful as you. You're good together, Hermione. You don't have anything to fear from life with him."

"But Ginny," Hermione said hesitantly, "I helped you get ready the day you married Harry, and you didn't look nervous at all. Why were you so calm and collected, and I'm all in a dither?"

Ginny was silent for a moment. "I don't know, Hermione…I was nervous, but not about our future together. I knew that Harry loved me, and I'd waited a long time for it. I was more worried about being enough for him, if that makes sense. I mean, he's Harry Potter, the Chosen One and whatever else it is that Rita Skeeter and her associates called him before Madison took over her job, thank Merlin. I was just Ginny Weasley, his best friend's kid sister. What did I have to offer him? But now…..now I realize that all I could offer was love, and strangely, that's all he wanted. He didn't want a trophy wife or fangirl devotion, but sincere, heartfelt love. You and Ron may have done a lot more fighting than Harry and I have, but that truly doesn't matter. You were meant for each other, and that's enough."

Hermione squeezed Ginny's hand. "You're right, Gin. I don't have anything to be nervous about. I trust Ron. He got rid of a lot of things in that year we spent traipsing around in the middle of God knows where, and I think he's ready to be the man. And he's a bloody good one at that."

Meanwhile, Ron was downstairs covered in a fine sheen of sweat and his ears were bright red. "Bloody hell, Harry! What am I committing myself to here? I'm promising to take care of the most brilliant woman ever created! What kind of snob am I, to think that I'm capable of this? Oh, God!" Ron buried his face in his hands as he collapsed weakly into a chair that Harry hastily conjured for him.

Harry could barely restrain a laugh at this new, responsible Ron that still managed to look completely child-like and lost. "Brace up, Ron. She's brilliant enough for the both of you. Besides, you're no small prize yourself, you know. Co-savior of the world, destroyer of Horcruxes, Auror, co-manager of the successful 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes' enterprise, and a former Hogwarts prefect and winner of Special Services to the School award….trust me, you're quite a catch." He slapped Ron heartily on the shoulder in a very brotherly way. Harry was one to talk-he was so in love with Ginny that he couldn't see straight, so any wedding that happened he heartily approved of. He wanted everyone to experience the same bliss and companionship that he had found.

Ron looked up hopefully. "You think so? I love Hermione so much," he said hesitantly, his ears reaching new heights of crimson. "I just don't want to disappoint her, like I have before."

Shaking his head, Harry's voice got deadly serious. "You've already worked through all that, Ron. You remember what it felt like to lose her. I have every amount of faith in you-you won't do it again. Besides, there'll always be a way to find your way back. Remember the Putter-Outer? It sounds…incredibly smarmy, and I'm sorry, but Hermione's love….well… it'll guide you home. I can't explain it any better than that."

Ron nodded thoughtfully, even though he had gone slightly green at this mention of Hermione's love. Finally, he seemed to get a hold of himself and stood up straighter. "You're right, Harry. We've waited for years for this, and we've waited long enough now. Time to stand up and be the man, don't you think?"

Just then, several men entered the room-most of which the same groomsmen from Harry's own wedding. "Wow, this job is starting to get old," yawned George. "How many more weddings do you think the Weasley family can handle?"

"Well, considering the fact that mine's the last, I think Mum'll be getting a right good break after tonight. Or have you forgotten the fact that you've already married Wren?" Ron said with an evil glint in his eye. He loved needling his indomitable brother whenever possible, and reminding him of Wren always worked-George couldn't help going gooey over his wife.

True to form, George's ears turned red. "Well, our wedding will be a tough act to follow, but you seem to be doing your best. As soon as Neville here gets the idea," George said, whacking Neville affectionately on the arm, "we can get these rounds of weddings over with, once and for all."

Neville blushed, but didn't say anything. Only Harry knew that a small box was resting inside Neville's pocket tonight, and all his hopes hinged on what happened outside in that garden during the dancing.

There came a knock to the door, and then Mrs. Weasley came into the room. "Oh, my little Ronnikins! All grown up and finally getting married! I just can't believe it!" Molly sobbed a little and blew her nose loudly. "Oh, he's my last to leave the nest. Whatever shall we do, Arthur, with this great house and just us to fill it?" she asked her husband as he came into the room, smiling happily.

"I expect we'll get along, especially due to the fact that we've got several grandchildren already and a few more on the way, Molly. The house will be filled with the pattering of small feet again soon enough."

At the mention of grandchildren, Charlie's chest swelled so much that Ron feared for his dress robe buttons. He and his wife, Kaedi, were due to be the proud parents of twins any day now. For that reason, neither of the two was going to be in the wedding this time around. Kaedi just wasn't feeling up to it, being terribly small of stature and heavy with both children, and Charlie didn't want to be in a wedding without his wife. So Percy and Penelope took their places in the wedding ceremony, and everyone was happy. Ron, surprisingly, even found himself getting along with Percy for what was perhaps the first time in their mutual lives. His older brother had lightened up a miniscule amount since the birth of his son, Ignatius, who looked like his curly-haired mother but acted exactly like his father, even in the cradle.

Still mumbling something about "the last wedding" into Mr. Weasley's shoulder, Mrs. Weasley walked out of the room, blowing her nose. She turned around at the last minute and glanced at the clock in the kitchen that now had Harry's, Kaedi's, Wren's, Penelope's, Fleur's and Hermione's faces on it, as well as an actual timepiece. "Gracious, Ron! It's time, lovey. Head out into the garden, dearie, and await your bride. I'd better go and hurry the girls along." With this new mission to keep her mind off her woes, Mrs. Weasley darted up the stairs.

Ron gulped hard, and then slung himself into his jacket. "Well, let's do this," he said grimly to Harry, who laughed again. "Relax, Ron. We're not exactly breaking into Gringotts here. You're just getting married."

"I don't know which is worse…." Ron muttered under his breath, while his married brothers and best friend scoffed at his foolishness.

The men headed out into the garden, and the crowd hushed and hurried into their seats when the groomsmen came into view. Ron swallowed hard again as he saw all of those countless eyes staring at him, but then realized that the eyes were filled with love and hope for him. These people truly cared about him, he knew that, and they wanted the best for him.

Ron smiled gratefully at Hagrid, who was standing in the back row with Grawp and Madame Maxime, who had become engaged to Hagrid. They were to be married that winter, and already there was a flurry of bets as to how large their first child would be. Madame Maxime had given up her position at Beauxbaton's and would be teaching Transfiguration at Hogwarts, now that Professor McGonagall was headmistress. The school governors had graciously agreed to expand Hagrid's cottage, and it was now quite a comfortable home for the forthcoming newlyweds, with a cottage very much like Hagrid's old one now being occupied by Grawp. Hagrid would be teaching Care of Magical Creatures full time while Grawp efficiently took over most of Hagrid's grounds-keeping duties, even though everybody knew that Hagrid would never be able to stop completely. He simply loved the job too much.

Most of Ron and Hermione's professors from school were present, with Professor Sprout patting Auntie Muriel's arm consolingly as the older woman sobbed. Professor McGonagall looked touched as she wiped her wet eyes and nodded at Ron quickly, and Professor Flitwick looked interestedly at the fairies as they did some formation flying overhead, their lights twinkling.

Finally, gentle flute music began to fill the air, and the bridesmaids walked down the aisle in beautiful dresses of creamy yellow. First was Penelope, who winked at Percy. Ignatius squirmed in his seat at the sight of his mother, but then he sat ramrod straight again, looking every bit as erect as his father.

Next down the aisle was Wren, George's wife. She smiled gently, and the professors marveled at the fact that their old student finally looked grown-up. After having served as an ambassador to the merpeople for the last six years, Wren had finally earned some time off now that she was two months pregnant with hers and George's first child, who they planned to name Fred if it was a boy. Her curly hair was no longer wild, but fell in gentle ringlets while her emerald eyes sparkled brightly.

Fleur walked after Wren, looking no less beautiful than ever. However, her beauty had continued to change as gentleness took over her face. No longer was she beautiful in a slightly frightening way, as Ron had always noted to his chagrin in his youth. Rather, now he finally realized that she looked beautiful because he loved her like a sister, and her love for his brother made her beautiful, not her golden tresses and star-like eyes.

Neville gulped hard as Luna floated down the aisle, looking just as ethereal as ever. She made gentle motions with her hands, and Ron had the shrewd suspicion that she was shooing Wrackspurts away or some such nonsense. Still, he fell a great deal of affection for Luna; she had done much to make this occasion just as funny as it was solemn with her warnings of killer fairies and predictions of Ron and Hermione's lives together being filled with "Luminas Love."

Last of all came the matron-of-honor, Ginny herself. Her hair was held up off her neck in a lovely French twist, and the primness of her walk hid her own natural sarcastic and stubborn manner. She and Harry looked in each other's eyes and remembered their own wedding, and saw that they didn't regret it at all. They were just as much, if not more, in love now as they were when they had kissed on Harry's seventeenth birthday.

At long last, after so many years of waiting and wanting, fighting and forgiving, Hermione came striding down the moonlit aisle towards Ron. Despite everything that they had been through together, they'd finally made it to this day. Ron's heart briefly stopped at the sight of Hermione and at the look in her eyes as her father lightly held her arm in his.

When he stopped and handed his daughter to Ron at last, Ron suddenly realized fully the responsibility he was taking on. He was promising to be everything to Hermione-her lover, her friend, her guide, her protector, her confidante…there was so much. But somehow, even though the magnitude of his decision seemed heavy for a moment, it suddenly lifted as Hermione lightly squeezed his hand. They were in this together, for always, and after all that they had been through together, the rest would seem twice as precious. They, who had so nearly lost their lives so many times, truly appreciated the time that they had been given.

And so they were married, in the presence of their friends, teachers and families. Kingsley Shacklebolt made some crack about having the privilege of completing the Dream Team, and the audience laughed appreciatively.

But even though Ron's voice squeaked a bit when he said "for better or for worse" it was strong and sure by the time he said "till death do us part." Everyone in the audience saw the determination in Ron's eyes, and they all wept, knowing that their awkward boy had finally grown up.

Hermione's voice never wavered throughout the entire ceremony. Her fears were gone, swept away by Ginny's kind words and the look in Ron's eyes. Her straight, even teeth gleamed as she smiled gently and her warm brown eyes glowed as Kingsley held his wand to hers and Ron's clasped hands, uniting them in a magical bond which they could not break, not that they wished to.

And then the storm broke around them as they were kissed, hugged and congratulated by everyone present. Ron kept tight hold of Hermione, but they both smiled genuinely as Harry and Ginny came forward. "Well," said Harry huskily, "there were times when I thought you two would never make it. I'm glad that Hermione's got enough smarts for the both of you, and Ron's got enough stubbornness. You finally got it right, and I couldn't be happier."

Ginny choked and couldn't say anything at first-she just hugged her brother and best friend fiercely. Finally, she managed to say, "Well, Hermione, since you never liked Quidditch-want to race to see who has a child first?" Hermione looked thrilled at the idea, even as Ron's ears went red. Marrying Hermione was one thing, but children? That was something even more frightening….

Soon the yard was filled with waltzing couples, Harry and Ron moving much more smoothly than they had at the Yule Ball so many years ago. Madame Maxime danced dreamily with Hagrid as their massive footsteps caused the food on banquet tables to quiver and bounce up in their dishes.

Harry saw Neville lead Luna away from the busy crowd and silently wished his good and old friend luck in what he was about to do.

"What's the matter, Neville? Feeling all right? Haven't got a Wrackspurt, have you?" asked Luna with something like concern.

"No, no, Luna. I'm all right. I just….I have a question for you…" Neville stuttered, even though he smiled at Luna's mention of a Wrackspurt. He'd learned long ago to treat such things with gentle laughter rather than the slight fear they'd caused him earlier in his youth.

"Well, ask away, then. I'm not going to stop you." Luna said gently as she fiddled with a purple crystal necklace.

"Luna, it's like this…I mean to say, well, I love you," Neville said in a rush. "I've loved you ever since we fought together in the Ministry, I think. I love your mistiness, your crazy beliefs, your abilities with magical plants and your complete devotion to your friends. I think I love everything about you, Luna. I want to be with you for forever."

"That's not a question," said Luna dreamily. Neville looked very much wrong footed and started to stutter before Luna put a soft finger on Neville's lips. "Don't worry yourself, Neville. I think you are trying to ask me to marry you? Is that it?"

Neville gulped, and then got down on one knee. "Yes, Luna. That's it. Will you marry me, please?"

Luna got down on her knees beside Neville and threw her arms around his neck. "Yes, Neville. I will, because I love you just like you love me. And not even Garglies or Death Eaters can tear us apart." And her lips met his in a gentle kiss as the young man slipped a silver ring bearing a sapphire onto Luna's finger.

Unseen, Neville's now-dead parents sniffed and held one another. "Oh, Alice, love. Don't cry," said Frank in deep, moved tones. "Isn't witnessing it like this better than being caged in that hospital, unaware of anything that was going on around us?"

Alice blew her nose on the handkerchief her husband offered. "Yes, Frank, it is. I'm so glad to be able to express myself again, and not be trapped inside my mind. I wish that we could have been Neville's parents, though. I wish that we could have been there for him. Oh, my son! He's found such a lovely girl."

"But we were there, Alice, and we are there now. Even though Neville can't see us, I think deep down he can feel our love for him. It's too strong to be held back by something so weak as insanity or death."

"Yes," agreed Fred as he walked up behind the couple. "Alice, Frank, come on and join the rest of us. Dumbledore's going to set off some firecrackers, and Lily's even dancing with Snape! I don't think James is too happy about that, but still. Sirius is managing to hold him back somehow. It would be a shame not to dance at my little brother's wedding, wouldn't it?" He held out his arm to Tonks, who smiled and put her other arm in Lupin's.

Together, everyone celebrated on the day of Ron and Hermione's wedding, and cheered when Neville and Luna announced their engagement. They'd finally fulfilled their dreams, despite it all.

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A/N: Review, please!