A/N: Okay, so here's the new chapter. Sorry everyone that's emailed and commented to me. Thanks to all those who didn't know better and commented nicely. My real book has gotten in the way and I just transferred to a new department at the hospital AND I've changed my major in school. Busy couple of months for me. What really made her get on here and write 12 pages was the fact that you guys were emailing me directly instead of just messaging me. Yes, I plan to continue the Weasley wedding marathon. Yes, I wish I could write quicker and that this wasn't still a work in progress. Yes, I love all of your reviews. Yes, they made me feel bad that I hadn't been writing. And lastly, yes, I need a beta again. Sorry at the horrible grammar and spelling errors. There are only so many times a person can reread their own writing. I also feel like my perspective flipped around a lot this chapter. Well, anyway, enjoy!

Angelina and Hermione talked and laughed as they watched the boys set up various traps and pranks for Lavender. The first was set to go off right as she walked in the door. They were more than ready to open the door when a tentative knock came. Large hugs were given, even though they had all seen each other hours before. Wives and girlfriends hands were full of dishes and platters as they were led to the kitchen.

Lavender and Ron were at the back of the bunch no doubt by Lavenders design.

"Let's see this infamous table then." She said smugly with a sugary sweet smile on her face. Ron came forward for his hug from his long time friend and followed the rest of his family. Hermione took the bowl of salad from Lavenders hands and turned for the kitchen. On her way past Hermione gave George a peck on the lips and winked at him. Now that the witch was here it made her want them to have their fun all the more. Just at the entrance to the kitchen, Hermione heard a buzzing sound and then a squeal. She turned with a surprised look on her face.

"What happened?" She asked innocently.

"I don't know." Lavender answered. She was visibly shaken. "I think your door just shocked me."

"Oh no. Well, I'll have to have George look at that once dinner is over. Why don't you come to the kitchen Lavender?" Hermione turned on her heel and proudly walked in to her kitchen with a smirk on her face. Oh yes, she loved having a twin by her side. She put the bowl down on the table and started talking to Penny and Molly when another squeal was heard.

"Goodness sakes, what's wrong?" She asked as if she was honestly concerned and like the same thing didn't happen a moment ago. Lavenders hair was now starting to stick up and she was still shaking a bit.

"I think this doorway shocked me too. Is it happening to anyone else?" She looked around the room. Everybody had gotten the idea by now and played along. They all looked surprised and confused.

Once everyone was sitting, Hermione thanked everyone for coming and George announced that they had officially moved in. Everyone toasted to them. As soon as Lavender's glass was on the table her hair turned purple. Ron's eyes got so large Hermione was sure they would pop out of his head. Molly was trying to keep a straight face but the twins were far less couth. They had no qualms with pointing and laughing.

Nobody thought Lavender would brake so easily, but her eyes started to wet with unshed tears. She put on a brave face though. To Ron's credit, he too took a sip from Lavender's glass and looked straight in to her eyes as his hair turned as purple as hers. It was touching. Nobody said a word about it for the rest of the meal.

"I think," Hermione whispered in to George's ear, "that we've made our point. Perhaps we could save the other things you had planned for another day?" It was more of a heavy laid suggestion than a question. Her husband looked in to her eyes questioningly.

"Has your honor been thoroughly defended?" He smirked at her. She smiled back at him lovingly.

"I would say so."

Her husband pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. "I think I need to excuse myself then." He stood for the table and turned to Fred. "Twin of mine, may I speak with you a moment?"

"Sure thing." Fred too got up and followed his brother out of the room. How much he must care for her to stop perfectly awful pranks at her request. They would be saved for another day to be sure, but for tonight, family was off limits. Hermione asked everyone to adjourn to the backyard where t chairs were set up with a magical pest repellent around them. She and Angelina brought out dessert and drinks. Everyone ate and talked until their speech was lazy and the night was dark. Percy was the first to stand. He offered his hand to Penny and she stood beside him.

"Thank you for a lovely evening Hermione. I hope it won't be the last time we spend such an amiable night in your home." Fred and George rolled their eyes at their brothers over the top manners. Hermione stood as well and hugged Penny.

"I hope you'll come to our house when it's finished Hermione. We would love to have you all over." She looked around at the family.

"Of course we will Penny. I would love to see it."

Percy once again took his fiances hand and walked away to the front of the house. A few moments later a crack of apparation could be heard. That was everyones cue to leave as well. Everyone walked up to the newlywed couple and thanked them for having them over and said their goodbyes. They walked through the house to the door and said goodbye one last time. Each couple apparated to their respective homes or to drop off their intended at theirs. Hermione shut the door and turned to George.

"Well, that was a nice evening."

"I especially liked the part where Ron's hair turned purple. Priceless."

"Yes, it was. I think it was very sweet of him to do that for her. I think he really showed his colors there."

"Yes, yes. Ever the chivalrous one. I just wish he would have left well enough alone. She deserved what she got."

"Don't talk about your brother that way. I would hope you would do the same for me."

"Not likely." He laughed to himself. This was obviously the wrong thing to say. Hermione gave him a dirty look and stormed off to the kitchen to set things to clean. George closed his eyes and scolded himself for his own stupidity. After taking a deep breath he followed her.

"Mione, I was joking. I meant if you were like her I wouldn't."

"No, no, you don't need to lie to make me feel better. I know we're only married for convenience. I wouldn't expect you to go out of your way for me."

After what they had wordlessly shared this afternoon, her words hurt him deeply. He thought he was really making headway with her. After spending a night with her in his arms and an entire day planning their future and home together, he knew he loved her. Now she was taking that away from him. She was taking it away from him.

"Don't say that Hermione. You know I would do anything for you. It was a harmless prank. Can't we just forget it?" His voice was uncharacteristically calm. He watched the back of her head as she put her hands in the soapy water of the sink, helping the charm wash the dished. His hands were in him pockets to stop himself from reaching out to her. He didn't know what to do in a situation like this. What was appropriate?

"I know I've already asked a lot from you George. I wouldn't presume to think..." Her voice stopped and she sniffed.

Now his heart was breaking. How had the day come to this? He walked up behind her and placed his hands on the counter on either side of her. He leaned his head against her shoulder and exhaled deeply. She sniffled once again and this time he felt her small body shake under him.

"Hermione." Something inside of him was angry, and another part was heartbroken. The anger was at himself for not taking her seriously. At her for taking him too seriously. And the other part wanted her to stop crying so he could stop feeling this stabbing feeling. "Hermione, stop, please. Stop crying."

She pulled her hands out of the water and dried them on a dish towel. She then dried her eyes and took a deep shuddering breath. He pulled his hands inward and took her small hands in his hugging her close.

"I would drink hair color changing potion for you. I would drink poison for you. I would do anything to keep you safe. I wouldn't let people hurt your feelings and if anyone does they will have hell on earth to pay. You are my wife, I am your husband. I take with that all that it entails. I would do anything for you Hermione Weasley."

The way he said her name, Hermione Weasley, so reverently made her shake with tears again. She turned in his arms and curled herself in to his large frame. He pulled her to him and leaned his head on hers.

"I've been such a fool lately. I keep bursting with fits of damsel in distress and you keep having to comfort me. I'm so sorry George, I don't know what's come over me."

"That's what I'm here for. You've always been family. Now you just happen to be a little more than a sister. I know that sounds slightly gross, but look for the sentiment."

She laughed at his statement and sniffed again. He pulled back to look at her and she wiped her eyes and runny nose on the dish towel.

"I think we've had a very full day today and it may just be past my bedtime."

"Easily remedied." He took her hand in his and pulled her with him to their room.

Once in the bed, he took her to him again. She easily fell in to place against him. They both laid there awake, but not talking. Hermione decided to break the silence.

"We have Luna and Neville's wedding tomorrow."

"Yes we do."

"I'm glad they could be so happy."

"They are very lucky."

"I feel pretty lucky too."

George propped his head up on his arm to look at her. She turned her face up to meet his eyes.

"So do I." They stayed looking at each other until it became uncomfortable. "Even if you are a crybaby."

She slapped him on the chest and nuzzled back in to his chest. He pulled the blanket further up to her shoulders and closed his eyes.

"Goodnight Mione."

"Night George."

"Wife."

"Husband."

OOO

The couple woke up late and hurried to get ready. Hermione had claimed the shower first explaining that much more time was needed for her to get ready after it than her husband. He admitted defeat with a quick jab about her hair and went downstairs to get some tea.

After her shower Hermione rushed to her closet to get dressed. She went searching for the yellow sun dress she bought to wear to Neville and Luna's wedding. She had to laugh when she found it. George had taken it out and laid it on the chair in the closet. With it he had matched a pair or black and white polka dotted heals and a black bolero sweater. Not what she would have chosen, but since he went through all the trouble of picking it, she would wear just what he set out. What she didn't want to admit was just as funny was that he had picked out a black and white polka dotted bra and underwear set as well. She was thinking he was a little to obliging with her underwear drawer.

Once she was done she met him down in the kitchen. She saw what he was wearing and smiled. He was so handsome. He wore a black suit with a purple shirt and a bright green tie. She walked up to him, brushed his hair off of his face and adjusted his tie.

"You know, I'm a big boy now, I can fix my own tie."

"I know, I'm just... I don't know, I just am."

"What is it with women and ties. Mum first, now you. All of you. You have to fix our ties whenever you see us. It's something to do to with your DNA I tell you."

"Oh hush up and take me to the house."

"We're at the house." He stilled her hands by taking them in his and kissing them.

"You know what I mean. Now come on, we'll be late."

Instead of walking to the Burrow, they apparated. Hermione refused to walk all the way there in the shoes she was wearing. Everybody met in the kitchen of the Burrow and had a quick bite to eat. Mrs. Weasely would have been scandalized had they all waited until the meal was served at the wedding.

Once again, Hermione's arm was linked with her husband's, he kissed her hand and kept her hand as he guided her to her seat to watch the wedding.

Neville and Luna's wedding went famously. If two people could have suited each other more than Harry and Ginny, it was Neville and Luna. Daisies covered everything and Luna walked barefoot down a path of moss to her intended. They spoke their vows lovingly while they looked in to each others eyes. Neville didn't stutter once and Luna's usually breathy voice was firm and compassionate. Lunch was served on the lawn of Neville's Grandmothers' home and everyone laughed and told stories of the two of them through the years. The couple left after the meal on a short one day honeymoon before returning to Hogwarts.

The rest of the day was spent lazily. There wasn't much to set up for Fred and Angelina's wedding and most things were coming the next day. Angelina had invited everyone over for dinner at her home the day after her wedding and the family readily agreed. Fred was a bit put out, but Hermione overheard Angelina assuring her fiance they would have plenty of time to celebrate during the day and if he was a good boy and didn't pout, she would reward him. That stopped him quick and he was agreeable for the rest of the day.

Coming home after midnight, Hermione flopped down on the bed and admitted exhaustion.

"What would you do if you knew what you know now and went back to when this all started?" It wasn't something she had thought about, the question just popped in to her head.

"I don't know. I probably would have come to Hogwarts the day the law was announced and proposed to you right then and there. I wouldn't try to give you up to Ron, that's for sure. What would you do?"

"Same thing. I wouldn't have turned in to a crying mess. I wouldn't have turned to Ron as if he were obligated to take me. I wouldn't have acted so helpless."

"We never saw it that way. You were distressed, it was a natural reaction. You weren't the only person to end up crying because of all of this."

"No, but I was supposed to be their support. I"m a seventh year, I'm a Gryffindor for cripes sake and I'm Head Girl on top of that! I should have been there for all those other students."

"Don't beat yourself up about it. What's done is done and things turned out pretty well for you if I do say so myself. Quite a catch you've made for yourself Mrs. Weasley. Not only did you get an extremely good looking husband, he's rich too."

"You know that those were not things that I held in high regard. I wanted somebody who would be nice to me. That wasn't a death eater. Who would give me freedom to finish my schooling and then whatever I wanted to do after that. I wanted somebody to have children with and maybe someday love. Looks and money were never on my list of have to's."

"Well then you are very lucky indeed."

"Yes, I really am."

"So what do you 'rek? Seven or eight kids? Or we could really outdo ourselves and have one for every letter of the alphabet."

"I think not. I was thinking more along the line of three or four. I want a big family, but not so much that we can't keep track of them."

"Oh don't think of Mum. We've spent a good chuck of our time confusing the poor woman on purpose."

"I think maybe I should tell her how to tell the difference between the two of you."

"And ruin the fun? Now why would you want to go and do that?"

"Alright. I'll let you two have your small pleasures. Now let's get some sleep. Big day tomorrow."

"Yes'e'ree. Poor Fred. If only he knew what he was getting in to."

"What do you mean?"

"Nobody like married life dear. The old ball and chain. Punishment worse than death it is." She smacked him playfully on the stomach. "See, see what I mean. Abuse. Poor bloke."

"Goodnight George."

"Goodnight Hermione."

OOO

Angelina did in fact get in to the salon the day of her wedding. She left right after a family breakfast at the Burrow and was meant to spend the entire morning there with her best friend and maid of honor Alicia. She had always wanted a fall wedding, so the family spent the morning aging the trees around the house a little to make the fall colors pop and some of the leaves fall to the ground. Brown pews were set up with dark maroon and yellow decorations. The Gryffindor colors were unintentional, but fitting. Just as all the other girls were doing, she came home to dress in Ginny's old bedroom. When she looked out the window to see what they had done, the tears started. It was a good thing her makeup was spelled not to run, because she cried for most of the day. The sky was overcast, but it just made the day seem more intimate. Her hair was pulled halfway up with luscious curls. Her dress was a snug, lacy drop waist dress with sheer lacy cap sleeves. She wasn't going to try to fool anyone wearing white, and the ivory looked so good with her skin. To top it all off, the homage to the man she was about to marry, she wore a dark maroon top hat. It was originally meant for Fred, but it just seemed all the more them to have her wear it. When her mother came to see her, it was time for Hermione and Ginny to leave and find their husbands.

George had saved them a seat towards the front and stood when he saw her coming. Again, he guided her down to her seat with one hand in hers and the other on the small of her back.

"So, how's it going up there?" He asked once they were settled.

"Very well." She replied with a sigh.

"That wasn't encouraging."

"Oh no, really, she looks beautiful. She is so excited. I'm just so happy for her. This is her dream come true. The day she's been looking forward to since she was a little girl. I know she'll be happy. And they are so suited for each other. I really don't know what's wrong with me, but I feel so melancholy. Maybe it's all the crying she's been doing today."

"Well, I would cry too if I had to marry him. I shared a room with him for years, I wouldn't want to do it for the rest of my life either."

That brought a soft laugh from his wife.

"Thank you George."

He kissed her forehead then turned to the top of the aisle when the music started. The bridesmaids and maid of honor slowly made their way down the aisle behind them followed Angelina. Both her mother and father were at her side and a bouquet of red and yellow flowers was clutched in her hand. The tears that were ever present throughout the day were gone and now she had a reverent smile on her face and only had eyes for Fred.

Fred stood at the end of the aisle in his red tux with tails, yellow shirt and red bow tie. Everyone would have thought he would have a goofy smile on his face, but he couldn't look more serious. In those moments as he watched his wife to be walk down the aisle, he was in awe. His own eyes looked a bit watery. Here is once again where Hermione started crying. George pulled her closer and handed her a tissue.

The couple in the front said their vows and nobody even breathed audibly. It was so beautiful. When the end came and they were allowed to kiss, Fred just grabbed her by the shoulders and hugged her. They nuzzled in to each other and were oblivious to their audience.

"Kiss the girl!" George yelled out.

The couple laughed and kissed each other. It lasted far longer than appropriate and Fred took his wife's hat off and covered their faces with it as they kept it up. Eventually the maid of honor rolled her eyes and pushed them forward. After replacing the hat, Fred took Angelina's hand and they rushed down the aisle. Just as the couples before them, they waited in the house while the congregation moved to the reception area.

It was decorated the same as the ceremony site, but here there were tables with lush fabrics hanging off of them, candles everywhere and a small wooden dance floor off to the side. The couple was announced and they came out as man and wife. During their first dance, George leaned over to his wife and whispered in her ear.

"Do you still feel melancholy?"

"No, I think it's gone."

"Good. It's a day to celebrate." They watched as a couple of teens walked by with bright pink and neon green hair. "You'd think they would learn after the first one." He shook his head.

"Would it have stopped you?"

"No, it would have become the newest fashion trend if it were me."

"So perhaps we've started a new fashion trend."

"I surely hope not. Pygmy puff is not becoming."

"Oh let them have their fun."

They watched as their brother and new sister in law kissed once again and sat at the long table in front.

"What did we get them as a gift?"

"You mean you don't remember? You begged me to let you get it for them."

"I remember that happening on quite a few occasions that day, but no, it's not coming to me."

"It was that double wide stroller, remember? I said it was presumptuous and should have been for the two of them personally but you said it would be perfect."

"Oh yeah, I remember now. I stand by it too. From what Fred's told me they're wanting kids as soon as possible. He and Angie even bought a fertility potion to take tonight. Thought it would be romantic for it to happen on their wedding night."

"You're kidding! When did he tell you that?"

"This morning. Don't tell Mum though. I wasn't even really supposed to tell you, but well, I can't keep anything from you now."

"I can't believe it. I mean, it makes the gift make more sense now, but still. Don't they want to wait a while? Be with each other and enjoy themselves for a while?"

"They aren't like us Mionebee. They've been together for years and they practically live together. She uses her apartment as a glorified closet now. As much as I don't want to lose my brother when he has tykes of his own, I can't wait to have new little test subjects."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Not for the dangerous stuff of course." He said innocently.

"Of course." She answered sarcastically. "I just can't believe it. They just seems too young to have children."

"As much as we put on a good show, we're still adults Mione. It's just the next adventure for them."

She looked at the couple closely. They really were in love. And what George said was true, they had been together for a long time and were very grown up when need be.

"I'm glad they're so happy."

George looked down at her, squeezed her hand and kissed her temple.

"We will be too."

She looked up at him.

"We are."

He looked in to her eyes. She was right, they were happy. Not where Fred and Angelina were yet, but close. He leaned forward, closed his eyes and kissed her on the mouth. After a kiss like that, any doubt in Hermione Weasley's mind about her marriage was gone. When he pulled away he continued to look in to her eyes.

"When do you want to start having children?" She asked him. She didn't mean to sound so blunt, but she wanted a time table.

"I think it's a bit early for that yet love. There are certain other things we should conquer first before we start taking potions of our own."

Hermione blushed at the thought. Of course they would have to have sex, she knew how it worked.

"I know. It's just that I'm warming to the idea now and I want to be able to know how much time I have."

"We can wait as long as you like. I'm not going to be forcing things on you. I know you have things you want to do before you settle down and have a family."

"Yes, but I think I want them sooner now than I thought." She was trying to tell him she wanted children, but she didn't want to sound like a baby crazy young girl.

"Well, you should definitely finish Hogwarts first."

"Of course."

"And you should consider University I think."

"I've thought about it. I don't want to go. Just like school now, if there is something I want to know I can read it. There is nothing they can teach me there that I don't know or I can't find out on my own."

"Alright. Then I think that it's up to you after that. We're young, we have plenty of time. If there are adventures you want to go on, things you want to do first, then I would say do that first."

Now is where she was going to take the bull by the horns. "I think I want to start graduation night. I'm not saying it would be romantic or anything because of the date. I'm just thinking that it will be my first night back home and I want to start as soon as possible." He did say she liked when she made decisions.

"Well, if that's what you want, then I agree. We'll have to get to know each other more by then. Go on dates and the like."

"It's settled then. We'll go on dates every weekend while I'm at school. I'll come home to Ingleside on holidays and we can get things set up and get to know each other better. By the time graduation night comes around we should be well in hand to start trying to have children."

"I feel like I've just entered some sort of weird contract." He had an odd confused and overwhelmed smirk on his face.

"I'm sorry." She knew it. She pushed too hard and now he was scared. "We don't have to do that. We can just go on like we are. Like you said, we're young we have plenty of time."

"Hermione, Hermione, stop." He answered soothingly. "It's a good plan. I'll have all that time during the week to make plans to 'woo' you and then you can just be swept off your feet. Makes me look like a great guy. You'll have to tell them all the stories though. I have a reputation of romancer to uphold at that school, not just prankster." This made his wife smile. "Once graduation comes around I'm sure we'll be more than ready to take that step. It will give Mum something to look forward too as well. Now she'll be able to schedule in her bootie knitting for us as well."

Hermione poked him in the rib for making fun on his mother then curled under his arm a little closer. She was smiling with the plans that were rolling around in her head. Red headed, curly haired babies ran thought her mind. They would have the best playmate in their father. She couldn't wait.

OOO

The same babies ran through her head all that night and waking up to George's sweet, serene face only made her more euphoric.

Jordin, Charlie's fiance who worked in Romania with him, wanted a spring wedding. She had it planned from the time she was twelve. They knew they could never have a real spring wedding but Charlie could deny her nothing. The family spent the day further aging the already half turned trees from the wedding the day before. All the trees around the house were now budding and fragrant. It made everyones spirits heighten to the gladness of April and June. Bushels upon bushels of purple, blue and green hydrangeas were brought in. They were everywhere and made the house and the land around all the more fragrant. Friends from Romania were coming in and out to say hi then go to their lodgings for the night.

The whole family was in the kitchen helping cook and set up for dinner when George took Hermione's hand and excused them for the night. Everyone was asking where they were going, including Hermione. Knowingly Molly told them all to mind their own business and wished them a good night.

"There had better be food on this excursion because I am famished." Hermione complained. She, being the best at charms, was put hard to work today.

"Oh stop your bellyaching, you sound like Ron." George retorted. She harrumphed and continued to be dragged.

Once able to apparate he whirled around and took her by surprise when suddenly they were in the gazebo in their own backyard that overlooked the lake. Only this time it didn't look the same as the other times she had seen it. This time there were candles all over and around it. There was a blanket laid on the floor and a pizza box and butterbeers on it.

"Oh George."

"Not exactly a perfect dinner by candlelight but a bloke can only do so much really. I never claimed to be able to cook."

"It's just perfect." She was still looking around in awe.

"Hermione Weasley, welcome to our first official date." He spread his arms out in grandeur and smiled. She lept in to them and kissed him. "Now, now, that's not meant to come until the end." Still, he kept ahold of her. "I'm glad you like it. I told you I was a romancer."

"No doubt about that." She smiled back.

They sat down and ate while he told the story of how they ended up eating pizza.

OOO

"So I figured I would ask Mum if she would make something." He had just regaled the tale of him against the oven on h is own and why Hermione no longer owned a baking dish. "But she insisted that it would be more romantic if I did it myself. She dead end there. Then I thought, Ginny! She know you better than anything. She told me about the pizza place you took her to last time she visited you and how much you miss it. So now, pizza is officially more romantic than me cooking."

"Well, I have to agree with you. Blackened chicken sounds nice and all, but I think I prefer the pizza." She laughed and chewed off another bite. "I really have to thank you for this again. I'm glad we're taking a couple steps back."

"Well, if I have to be sleeping with you, you know, not actually sleeping, by the time you graduate, and I only have weekends and holidays, then I knew I had to step up my game."

"Game officially brought."

"Thank you. What say we get to bed? Another big day tomorrow and I know how much you did today."

"I didn't do any more than anybody else."

"Don't be so modest. You really should let people appreciate how much you do."

"Then how about thanking me by taking me to bed Mr. Weasley." She used her 'bedroom eyes' as Ginny once called them but laughed through the whole thing.

"Sure thing Mrs. Weasley."

George got up, brushed off his lap and walked over next to his wife. She offered her hand to have him help her up, but he promptly put her arm around his neck and scooped her up.

"I didn't mean literally take me to the bed, I just meant that I'm tired."

"Well, then you'll have to be a little more specific next time."

She through her head back, laughed, then snuggled in to his neck with a smile on her face. Her own knight in shining armor. She couldn't be more happy. As he walked through the back door to their house she snuggled a little closer. One last step until their bedroom door, and she sighed. So was so happy.

A/N: Hope you like it!