A/N: Last chapter mates! It isn't long, but I think it brings everything full circle. Hopefully I will be doing some more one shots soon and starting the revamp on The Inevitable. Hope you enjoy!

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Ron looked through the wavy glass window of the Burrow's kitchen to the large white marquee in the center of the garden. It looked so similar to the one that had been erected for Bill and Fleur's wedding all those years ago that he couldn't help but suppress a shudder as he looked out at the pristine canvas lit from within by a thousand tiny fairy lights that Hermione had spent hours conjuring just the night before. luckily, he seemed to be the only one to see the correlation. From where he stood, Ron could see people coming and going from the tent, happy smiles on their faces, goblets filled with Madame Rosemerta's finest oak-matured mead clutched in their hands as they joined or left the dance. Music from the Weird Sisters (who Hermione had insisted on hiring, despite Molly's protests that it wasn't proper wedding music) was drifting into the silent kitchen. Beautiful flutterby bushes decorated the outside of the tent, gently swaying in a nonexistent breeze. Everything about it was orderly enough for Hermione's neurotic nature, but chaotic enough to suit Ron's tastes as well.

Hermione had once again outdone herself. It was perfect.

The music's volume raised slightly as the kitchen door opened and closed, calling Ron's attention from his silent musings. A smile broke across his face as Hermione walked in, her billowing muggle wedding dress getting momentarily caught in the door as it closed behind her. "Oh! Merlin, this thing!" she cursed, re-opening the door to free the satin of her skirt.

Ron chuckled.

Hermione looked up at him, a mock glare on her face. "Are you spying on people, Ronald Weasley?"

Grinning, Ron crossed the room and shyly took Hermione into his arms, beaming down at her. They had been together for years, but after taking the vows that morning, he almost felt as if there were something new lying ahead of him. The relationship they had shared for years was evolving once more and it was beautiful to behold. Never had Ron seen Hermione look so beautiful. Never had he imagined that he would be lucky enough to hold her in his arms forever.

"Er...Ron?" Hermione prompted after a few minutes of holding his gaze. "Is everything alright?"

Ron chuckled and pulled her into a passionate kiss before pulling back and leaning against the table. "Did you ever picture this all those years ago? Did you ever think we would make it here?"

Hermione's brow creased. "What do you mean? You aren't having second thoughts are you? Because we already said our vows!"

"What? No! That's not what I meant at all!" he cursed under his breath still smiling, he pulled his wife closer to him. "What I meant was, did you ever think we would make it out of the war? Live to see the day when Harry was married to my little sister and expecting a kid and we were standing at the altar of a muggle church getting married? I mean it all feels so surreal."

"I know what you mean..." Hermione mused, her panic dissipated completely. "During the war it almost seemed like we would be fighting forever and we would most certainly die before it was over. Almost like we would fight for ages and never get the happy ending that we worked so hard for."

Ron nodded.

"But we did get it," Hermione continued. "We get to start over! You are done with Auror training and I am fighting the fight for house elves everywhere in a way I never envisioned with S.P.E.W..."

Ron smiled at the mention of the organization she had started so many years ago.

"So I must know. Why are you not out there wearing a hole in the dance floor and looking like an idiot with Harry and the others?"

"I am! I mean I was. I just needed a moment to convince myself that it is not a dream, that I am not going to blink and it will be gone and we will be back in that bloody tent in the middle of bloody nowhere. I just feel so lucky to have you choose me and the thought that I don't have to hold my breath wondering if it will all be taken away by some lunatic is mind boggling. Even after all these years."

Leaning against him, Hermione said nothing but simply let him hold her for a few moments more. The dark shadowy kitchen of the Burrow seemed to slip away as she began to relax into him, her eyes drifting shut.

"No, Mum, I'm fine. I swear!" Ginny's voice sounded from the other side of the door. "It's just this baby is making me have to pee like a hippogriff every bloody hour!"

Ron and Hermione chuckled as they heard Mrs. Weasley's voice carry angrily over the din as she shouted something about "having class at her brother's wedding". Ginny's muttered under her breath as she pushed open the door jumping in surprise to see the guest of honor held up in the kitchen. "Bloody Hell!" she shrieked holding her belly protectively. "You nearly scared the baby out of me! What are you doing in here? You are supposed to be enjoying your wedding reception."

A look of serenity passed over their faces as they looked at one another. "We are," Hermione said pulling Ron in for another heated kiss.

Ginny snorted as the kiss deepened. "Do you two have to do that while I'm standing right here? You should be doing that out there! Where I can watch Harry blush!"

"Don't you have somewhere else to be right now, Potter?" Ron said, glaring at his little sister with mock annoyance.

As if suddenly remembering, Ginny looked at the rickety staircase that led to the bathroom four floors above. "Bloody pregnancy..." she muttered taking the first few steps with a groan. "The Weird Sisters are going to take a break for a few songs so it will be a bit calmer. You two get out there and get everyone scarlet faced by the time I get back. I mean it! I know you've got it in you Ron! I still remember your sixth year!"

Hermione laughed and made to pull away but her new husband pulled her tighter to his chest. "We probably should be getting out."

"I know. Just one more snog."

"Ron!"

"Just one more. Right here." He pointed at his cheek in a move he had seen Fred and George use many a time on girls at Hogwarts.

Hermione withdrew from his arms with a laugh and made it to the entrance. "Come and get me then." Quick as a flash she was out the door with Ron close on her heals.

A sense of completeness fell over them as they reached the dance floor to applause. Ron drew up on Hermione picking her up as she giggled and spinning her around in circles. As they stopped spinning, Ron lowered her and brought his lips crashing down on hers in a heated kiss. Happy for the chance to show off in public and not be scolded by his mother. A loud whoop went up from a the left side of the tent. Charlie, Ron guessed.

"Let's hear it for Mr. and Mrs. Hermione Jean Granger!" Harry shouted, causing everyone to laugh. Slight intoxication always seemed to make him more brave in public settings and more funny. It was probably why George had set an automatic refilling charm on his glass.

"Oi!" Ron shouted back, breaking the kiss. "I'll have you know that it is Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Bilius Weasley!"

"No, I think he's right," Ginny piped up from the edge of the tent, looking winded

Ron shot her a rude hand gesture.

"Ronald!" Hermione scolded causing the whole party to erupt into laughter before pulling his attention back to their kiss. She too was having fun kissing the man she had secretly loved since second year in the view of everyone.

"Oi!" Harry shouted, breaking up the kiss once more, his face red. "If you're going to kiss my best mate like that, get a room!"

The comment was clearly directed at Ron, but it was Hermione who responded. "You know what?" she shouted back. "That's the best idea you've had all night!"

And, to the sounds of cheering and surprised laughter Hermione pulled up her skirt to the hip causing everyone to gasp. Laughing she pulled her wand from her garter. "What?" she shouted to the laughing crowd as she winked at Ginny who gave her a thumbs up. Smiling, she pulled Ron in for one last public kiss and apparated the both away, happy to be together at long last with the man she had built a love with over many a stolen moment.

FIN