It was the morning of the wedding and Jane Smith (as her maiden name was) was running around like a headless chicken trying to make sure things were perfect. At first it had been endearing how nervous her mother was but the longer it was going on, the more annoyed Hermione was getting. She was sorely tempted to stun her mother. Said woman looked the picture of perfection in her beautiful wedding gown. It was simple and white but it made Jane look radiant. There was no doubt that she'd knock Robert's socks off. Hermione herself didn't look too shabby either. She was wearing a bridesmaids dress in the same periwinkle blue that her Yule ball dress had been. The colour, it had to be said made Hermione's features stand out beautifully. Her younger twin cousins Emily and Olivia were wearing the same dress but being ten they would look completely different.
"Hermione! Have you seen my tiara?" Jane asked her daughter, completely flustered. Hermione giggled and pointed to her mother's head where the tiara was perched perfectly on top of her veil. "Right." Jane nodded causing her daughter to break into a fresh wave of laughter.
"Mum would you calm down! You have your entire outfit on. You look amazing. Just sit down and relax." Jane nodded and Hermione went to her own room. Rifling through her drawer she pulled out the time turner and fastened it around her neck. She wanted it just in case anything went wrong in the ceremony; she wanted her mother's big day to be perfect. Going back through to her mother's room she squeezed her mother's hand.
"Oh Hermione, in a few years I suppose we'll most likely be going through all of this again. For you." She grinned at her daughter pushing a stray curl behind her ear. Hermione guffawed.
"Perhaps mum. Though first I'd have to find someone who would want to marry me."
"Hermione don't be silly sweetheart, you're beautiful. Any man would be lucky to marry you." Hermione grinned at her mother who was tearing up.
"Mum, it's probably best if you didn't cry. Wouldn't want to spoil your make up now would we?" Jane shook her head, blinking up at the ceiling. There was a sudden honk which startled both women. Hermione looked out of the window and grinned.
"Limo's here. So mum, are you ready to become Mrs Green?" Jane beamed at her and nodded. Hermione stretched out her hand and they made their way down to the wedding car.
Twenty minutes later they pulled up in front of the church in which the wedding was taking place. Hermione looked over at her mother and was startled to see that her fingers were gripping the car door so tightly that they'd turned white. Hermione reached across and stroked her mother's hand.
"Mum it's going to be fine! You love Robert remember." Jane visibly calmed at her soothing words and her death grip on the door slackened. "Come on mum, it's time to go." Hermione got out of the car and walked around to her mother's side of the car, opening the door for her and helping her out. As Jane towards her daughter she beamed at her and Hermione knew without a doubt that her mother loved this man.
Emily and Olivia were waiting beside the church doors fidgeting with boredom. They had obviously been standing there for a while. Hermione smiled and beckoned them over; they squealed on the sight of their favourite cousin and bounded over to Hermione wrapping themselves around her legs. Hermione laughed at this and patted them on the backs.
"Good morning girls! Come on let's get behind Auntie Jane and help her get married." She winked at them and they beamed up at her, following her to walk behind her mother. As they approached the church, the doorman tipped his hat at them and swung the door open. At the exact same moment that they stepped into the church, the organist began the wedding march and Jane began to walk down the aisle, Hermione and her nieces behind her.
On her way down the aisle behind her mother, Hermione noticed her friends and discreetly waved at them, receiving wide grins from all three in return. Hermione grinned to see that Harry and Ginny's hands were clasped together. Robert turned around and Hermione could see that his breath was taken away by her mother, this made her inwardly coo. She wanted a man to look at her like that. Sighing she ushered her cousins into the front pew and sat down herself.
The Vicar cleared his throat and began the service.
"We are gathered here today to witness these two people join together in Holy Matrimony. If anybody has any reasons why these two people may not be lawfully wed, please speak now or forever hold your peace," There was a pause and the Vicar carried on.
"Jane Smith, do you take Robert Samuel Green to be your lawful wedded husband. To have and to hold from this day forward, in sickness and in health. Until death do you part?" He turned to Jane.
Beaming she replied "I do." The Vicar turned to Robert.
"Robert Samuel Green, do you take Jane Smith to be your lawful wedded wife. To have and to hold from this day forward, in sickness and in health. Until death do you part?" He turned to Robert.
He squeezed Jane's hand. "I do."
The Vicar grinned and clasped his hands together. "With all of the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride." He instructed. At this Robert grinned and lifted up Jane's veil, placing a chaste kiss upon her lips. There was raucous applause as the newly married couple held up their ring hands and made a dash for the door. Hermione grinned; her mother and new step-father were getting changed at the hotel in which they would be staying overnight after the reception in their back garden.
Hermione made her way over to Harry, Ron and Ginny grinning at them.
"Hey you lot." Ginny grinned at her and hugged her tightly.
"Aw Hermione you look beautiful. Doesn't she boys?" Harry nodded and Ron mumbled a yes whilst rubbing the back of his neck. Hermione laughed at them and beckoned for them to follow her out of the church, skilfully avoiding any family members that she may have to talk to. She was glad to see that the limousine was still there. Her mother and Robert must have gone to the hotel in his wedding car. As they climbed into the car, Hermione gave the driver instructions to go to her house.
The drive back to her house was an eventful one. Ron being absolutely amazed by the limousine stuck his head out of the roof and managed to get it stuck there. Much to the chagrin of Hermione and the amusement of Harry and Ginny. As they got out of the limousine, Ron had a bright red face and an angry red mark around his neck. Hermione couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled out of her lips at the boy's dishevelled appearance.
"Ron honestly, you could at least brush your hair." She winked at him, causing him to go even redder if that were physically possible. She let everyone inside, indicating for Harry and Ron to watch television whilst she got Ginny to help her get ready.
As soon as they entered her room, Hermione turned to Ginny. "So Gin, you and Harry? Spill." She grinned at her friend go an abnormally red colour.
"Oh. That, well you see ... we're kind of a couple now." She explained, unable to stop the beaming grin that broke out over her face. "He took me out into muggle London and bought our outfits for the wedding. He took me out to a muggle restaurant. Oh Hermione, it was perfect. He asked me to be his girlfriend!" Hermione grinned and hugged the redhead.
"Gin I'm so happy for you guys. I knew it was only a matter of time." Ginny smirked at her.
"So what about you and Ron ey? That was a bit of flirting I saw going on outside." Hermione blushed.
"Oh ... Well, yes. I suppose. I do like him and I know he likes me. I'm just waiting for him to do something about it!" Ginny smirked and nodded. Hermione threw a pillow at her and went to her cupboard.
After rummaging around for a while, Hermione pulled out a little black dress. She stuck out her tongue at Ginny who was looking at the garment in awe and went to get changed out of her bridesmaid dress.
When she stepped back into the room, Ginny's jaw dropped.
"Her-My-Oh-Knee! Since when do you own something this sexy?" She whistled causing Hermione to once again blush. Hermione tapped her nose and clasped a string of pearls around her neck over the top of the time turner which lay overlooked.
Later On At the Party...
Hermione was sitting inside the marquee with her cousins entertaining them when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned her head to see Ron standing bashfully behind her.
"Uh ... 'Mione. You want to dance?" Hermione grinned and nodded, standing up taking his hand as he led her to the dance floor. Hermione sighed contentedly as Ron swept her into his arms and moved her across the dance floor. Who'd have known for such a gangly boy he'd be such a terrific dancer.
"You look beautiful tonight 'Mione," He grinned "Not just tonight neither, you always look beautiful ... to me anyhow. Ginny told me to get my arse into gear and well 'Mione what I'm really trying to say here is. Uh well, I love you." He stammered going bright red.
"Oh Ron! I love you too." She grinned as he kissed her gently. Ron beamed at her as they pulled away.
"Oi 'Mione what's that?" He asked pointing at her time turner. Hermione looked down startled at the fact that she still had it around her neck. Taking the string from around her neck she held it in her hand.
"Oh this, it's a time turner. McGonagall gave it to me to help with my extra lessons at Hogwarts. I was just using it today to make sure nothing went wrong with the wedding." She smiled. "I'd better go put it away before I lose it or something." Ron nodded and stepped back. As she made her way across the back garden, she held the time turner tightly in her hand to make sure that it didn't smash.
She was on her way onto the patio when Crookshanks darted out in front of her. Not anticipating her little orange fur ball to appear, Hermione wasn't watching where she was going and without warning she went tumbling forward before she had a chance to hold out her arms to stop herself. The last thing she knew, she was holding the time turner tightly against her chest before she was hurtled into a spinning blackness as she felt shards of glass pierce her hand.
"Merlin what happened to her?" Came a distant voice.
"How the gobstones would I know?" Came a huffy reply.
"Peter go and tell Madam Pomfrey that we're on our way." Ordered a familiar voice, followed by the sound of heavy feet pounding on the grass.
Hermione blearily opened her eyes to see three figures staring curiously down at her. She could just make out a mess of unruly black hair and a wonky pair of spectacles that screamed her best friend.
"Harry?" She whimpered reaching her hand out to him before her world went black once again.