A/N: YAAaY! The much anticipated and long time coming update to the story. Thank you all for reviewing and getting my butt in gear. Great news is that I'm pregnant! Yay again! Not so great news is that I'm due in about a month so the updates may be short lived. I was really tired at the beginning and found out it's from a medical condition, second trimester I was trying to work extra to save up money and paid time off time for after the baby got here, and now I'm tired all the time again. Still baby girl will hopefully be here around October 25th. I'm going part time at work to rest up and keep my feet up so I'll be home more often and very bored so hopefully I can motivate myself to write more and maybe get this thing finished up before she gets here. I only anticipate a few more chapters after all the weddings are done. Love you all, hope you like the new chapter!

Charlie had a silly grin on his face all through breakfast. Jordin had gone to the inn late last night and was getting ready there with a handful of friends. He couldn't look anybody in the eye without blushing. The twins were relentless with their teasing and their wives didn't stop them. What did stop them, for a time at least, was the reminder from Charlie at how he would get them back when he used to live at home. He retreated to his room after the meal and didn't come down until he was needed for the ceremony.

The fall breezes skimming through the spring trees was once again having an intoxicating effect on everyone. Some people had moony looks in their eyes, other were giddy. It was certainly going to be a wedding to remember.

Being fall Hermione was excited to have to open up her spring clothes boxes and pull out her favorite dress. It was pale pink and flowy. She made her curls tighter and tied a scarf around her head. It was casual dress, so George was in a pair of khaki pants and a blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. There was still some time left before the ceremony was supposed to start, so they decided to take a walk through the orchard and enjoy a lovely spring day while they could.

"So what do you think of this one?" George asked referring to the new sister coming to the family.

"She's lovely. You can tell she's muggleborn for sure. But I'm happy to have so many people to talk to about things going on outside the wizarding world."

"I had no idea what to say when somebody told me they got them a vacuum cleaner. They told me it was to clean floors. I told them they could just use their wands and they got offended! I'll never get muggles."

"If anything they can just give it to Arthur to tinker with."

"Always a good side?"

"Always."

"Percy said we'll be putting all the trees back to normal tomorrow."

"Yes, he told me." Hermione rolled her eyes. "He came to me specifically and told me it was what he delegated for me."

"I almost cry for their sex life. He'll probably go over an instruction manual with her first."

"I don't think so. You see how Penny handles him. She's like the filter that he doesn't have naturally."

"Patience of a saint on that girl."

"Positively."

"Like you. You're the yin to my yang. Or my half the yang anyway, Angelina gets the other side. You keep the order while I create the chaos."

"I'm sure people are crying for our relationship too."

"Almost certain. Percy has reminded me repeatedly that you're too smart for the job you'll be doing once your out of school. That I'm wasting your talents making you work for us and making you be a proper wife and mother."

"Oh for goodness sakes. Who is he to say what's best for me? Tell Percy to keep his big head out of my business. If I'd wanted somebody to make my decisions for me I would have married him."

"That's what I said. He just skulked away like the weirdo he is. I think the lesson to be learned here is that you're very lucky to have a catch like me."

"Oh it is, is it?"

"Always a good side," He smirked.

"Always a good side." She shook her head and laughed.

OOO

The bride blushed all the way to her also very blushy soon to be husband. According to George, they had nothing to be worried about on the wedding night front. They had been living together for years and had rounded home plate on a regular basis. It was still cute though.

She walked up the aisle in her white dress and sensible shoes and took Charlie's hand as soon as she was close enough. They said their vows as if they were restating oaths already taken. The love they looked at each other with was palpable. The kiss was sweet and simple and all the women swooned. There was a lot of sighing and happy smiling tears. Both family and friends clapped and yelled as they made their way down the aisle man and wife and made their way toward the house.

George took his wife on his arm and walked her to the reception tables. Sitting down at the family table at the front was now as normal to them as breathing. They stood again as Charlie and Jordin came out and had their first dance. It was all going through the motions but never any less special.

"I don't know why, but this one seems different," Hermione commented to her husband.

"From what Charlie tells me, it was going to happen soon anyway."

"Oh! Oh, this is wonderful then."

"Not if you hear why." He taunted, giving her a sly, knowing smirk.

"Do you know everything you gossip queen?"

"Yes, I do. Do you want to know my secrets?"

"Do I want to?"

"We'll be expecting a new little Weasley sooner than anybody thinks." He winked at her.

"Oh my goodness. Does Molly know?"

"Know what dear?" Of course Hermione had spoken too loudly so now the family matriarch was in on the discussion. "Um, how to use a vacuum. I hear they got one as a gift and I didn't know if you knew."

"Oh heavens no, never a need for something like that. They've already promised I can try it out though." She smiled at them and turned back to her conversation with Jordin's mother.

"No, she doesn't," He smiled at her brightly. "But I really wish she had just found out. That would have been so much fun."

"George Weasley, you better not tell. It's their news and they'll let it out when they're ready." She poked his ribs and made him promise.

"Alright, alright. I just like to put on record that I agreed under duress though."

"Noted and not concerned." She smiled up at him.

"Naughty."

"Oh you don't know the half of it."

OOO

As promised, or threatened according to George, the next day was full of tree turning again. Percy, as a coping mechanism for his stress, was handing out orders left and right, or at least according to Penny. She acted as cleanup crew for the attitude her fiance was putting everybody in. He would blow through with finger pointing and harsh words and she would follow with warm smiles and thanks for helping make her wedding day so special.

George would often be found at Hermione's side helping with her tasks rather than doing his own. He caught her hand every chance her got and pecked her cheek even more often. Molly had caught them after one such instance and insisted Hermione be brought home for a nap because she was positively flushed with exhaustion. That of course wasn't the case, but George said not to argue with mother and dragged her away.

The large lounger chair worked very well for a lazy afternoon nap. Hermione curled herself around her husband while he watched Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. He didn't want to disturb her, but every time he had an idea he would loudly exclaim 'YES'! He would look down after every time and she was still sleeping soundly. When the movie was over he looked down to see her watching with him this time. She gave a sigh and made a cat like stretch.

"What would you like for dinner?" She asked him sleepily.

"There is still plenty of food left over from this weekend if you want some of that. If not I could just make some sandwiches."

"I think I'm up for just some toast and eggs, how about you?"

"That sounds fine." He got up and headed for the kitchen. She followed close behind and made for the fridge. She pulled out the eggs and butter. "I can make dinner tonight Hermione."

"I'll make the eggs, you make the toast." They worked around each other and in a matter of minutes they had their food on plates. They didn't bother sitting at the table, just leaning against the counter eating in companionable silence.

"I don't know that I've ever heard you go so long without speaking before."

"Yes, I'm quite tired. Even after that nap I feel so drained."

"You have been taking on the brunt of the work these past couple of days."

"It will all be over soon enough. Luckily I'll have a few more days off before I have to go back to school so I can relax and recoup."

"We'll be expected at the Burrow for Sunday dinner though. I'll also be heading back to work on Monday. The shop has been closed for some time and we need to reopen."

"I think I'll be able to entertain myself while your away all day." She smiled up at him. Her eyes certainly did look tired.

"What say we go to bed early tonight?"

"That sounds like a lovely plan."

George set the dishes to wash themselves then took his wife by the hand and led her to their bedroom. He let her use the bathroom first and by the time he was finished himself she was out cold on her pillow. He snuggled up behind her, curled his body around hers, took a deep breath, and went to sleep.

OOO

When Hermione woke, she knew it was one of those mornings she wished she could stay in bed forever. She was snuggled up to her husband, her arm draped across his chest, her head on his shoulder and her hand on his collar bone. Under her fingertips she could feel his pulse. For some reason it awed her. She knew he was a human being of course, but she never thought of just how human he was. He was a clown, the older brother of one of her best friends, an Order member, her husband and her savior. To know that he had blood pumping through his veins for some reason changed all that. He was certainly still all of those things, the latter most especially, but over the past few days, she also stated to consider him as a lover. His heart was solid gold and his lips the silk of heaven. He would look on her with such intensity sometimes that she wondered if he might bore a whole through her. He cared for her, not just physically, but emotionally, mentally. He put tremendous effort into making sure she was happy. This man, whose blood was rushing through his body under her hand, was so much more to her now than he ever was. He would still make her laugh, but instead over the breakfast table and in the solitude of their bed. He would still be her friends older brother, but also her husband and the father to her future children. She loved this man beside her. If it took her the rest of her years on this earth, she would give him back the love he so unreservedly bestowed on her.

"Is your hand really so interesting?" His question broke her of her reverie and she looked up at him with a sleepy smile.

"Must still be waking up." She looked in his eyes. Yes, she loved him now. He pulled her closer, kissed her one the forehead then climbed out of bed to get ready for the day. She didn't even mind that he left the door cracked open as he went to the bathroom.

OOO

Penny was a delightful bride. She was calm, free and easy. She really did have the patience of a Saint. Even when the twins handed out experimental candies to the older children, she kept her cool, turned them all back to their original states, then went back to her conversation.

"You're lucky she's not furious with you." Angelina commented.

"Oh, I'm sure she is," piped up Hermione, "I think she's just decided to show it at another time rather then on her wedding day." Both women laughed as the twins got an almost worried look on their faces.

Percy worried over everything of course, but looked comfortable being in front of the large crowd of family, friends and co-workers. From their vantage point sitting at the families table, they could see him take his brides hand and rest it in her lap. She looked at him adoringly and he smiled right back. As much as the boys teased him in to hiding it, he really was a sweet, caring man and loved his wife very much. They would be happy.

Ever punctual Percy had everybody ushering to the apparation spot right at five in the evening. He and Penny had plans for a short overnight honeymoon then to come to Ron's wedding tomorrow. Molly of course cried and hugged them both as if she wouldn't be seeing them in less than twenty four hours. The rest of the family gave hearty hugs, handshakes and farewells. They were soon off and clean up started to commence at Lavender's insistence.

"If it doesn't happen now, it won't be done in time," she whined.

OOO

Watching the preparations go up for Lavender and Ron's wedding wasn't as funny as they had all thought it would be. While she did go all out on almost everything, Hermione had to admit that it was going to be a beautiful wedding. There was some purple frilliness, but nothing too ghastly. She had also graciously allowed Witch Weekly and The Daily Prophet to come and photograph her day for a stories about how some couples are finding happiness despite the law. Lavender was a bit put out when they had first arrived because they only asked her questions about Harry and Ginny's wedding. When the golden couple came out of the house to see what the commotion was about, the photographers and reporters flocked to them and badgered them with questions. They smiled, politely refused to sell pictures or their story and turned the attention back on Lavender and Ron. Needless to say that Lavender had nothing but good things to say about the couple from that point on. In fact, Ginny was one of her best friends and,

"Harry Potter was even the best man at the wedding, wasn't that fabulous?"

Fred and George, at the request of their wives, were trying very hard to think of something nice to say to Lavender. Trying so hard in fact that it became a hunt that required them to sneakily go through her things and to stealth around the house all day in a literal attempt to find something nice to say. They would pop back in to the living room now and again to give their wives kisses on their cheeks and give promises that they were on to something and would be back soon.

OOO

"Ron, you weren't anything I was looking for and that's why you're perfect. You don't look like the boys in the pages of Witch Weekly, but you have the most endearing red hair that I only pray our children will have as well." Lavender proclaimed standing at the front of the congregation in her big poofy white gown.

"No dodging that." One of the twins called out. Everyone laughed, even Lavender, whose laugh was a little watery, and then she continued.

"You aren't the super cool guy that walks the halls like you own them, but you are so polite and well mannered. Well, when you choose to be. You treat me like the most special woman in the world. You make me want to leave behind my Hogwarts days and strive to be the woman you deserve. I couldn't love you more and I'm so proud and delighted to get to be your wife. I take you for time and all eternity Ronald Billius Weasley."

Hermione never thought somebody ever suited Ron more, and she almost got in the way of that. Good for Ron for standing his ground. Lavender might be insufferable most of the time, but at least she would be a loving and devoted wife to one of her best friends. She sniffed and her husband pulled her close and kissed the top of her head.

Ron's vows claimed that she would now and forever be the only woman he ever wanted. He vowed love and devotion, no matter how fat she got from having children or how awful her cooking was. He claimed that he would strive to be the husband she deserved and to live every day to be worthy of the love that she gave him. He fumbled in a few places, and it's wasn't romantic poetry, but it was so Ron and it was the very best he could do. Hermione never thought she would cry at this wedding, but she did.

When everyone was led away to the reception area she cuddled against her own husband. How lucky she was to have a Weasley man. All of them loved their wives to the fullest extent they could. Each one lived to care for and protect their family.

OOO

That night while getting ready for bed Hermione felt a little like Luna. Her head felt full of air and dreamy. All the weddings were over and now she had three days to relax and get used to the idea of being married. It all felt so surreal and like she was living somebody else's life. When George walked through the room swishing mouthwash, grabbed his night shirt and walked back to the bathroom, she smiled and turned down the blankets. She sat in the bed and waited for him to come out and join her. All her thoughts from this morning flooded back to her. She loved him and she always would.

"So what ever will we do with ourselves for an entire day alone. I was sort of getting used to having my days planned out for me the way they have been."

"I have no idea. Sunday I usually go out and watch Ron and Harry play quidditch for a while then read and catch up on homework. What do you usually do?"

"Fred and I usually spend the day in the lab or go and catch a real quidditch game. You'll have to keep my occupied now though. Part of the whole gig."

"And what if I require you to entertain me?"

"Well," he crawled up the bed in a seductive manner and smirked, "I suppose I could think of something." He then made a loud growling noise, jumped on top of her and tickled her until she squealed uncle.

"Alright then, I suspect I don't want you to plan our activities if that's what you have in mind." She was gasping to regain her breath. "Though if that's what you consider fun then I'm not sure I can plan anything of that caliber. Again, I usually read and study."

"I think that we can probably live if left to our own devices for a few hours. We can find each other again once it's time to go to the Burrow for dinner."

"You're right. Just because we're married doesn't mean that we have to spend every waking minute together."

"It's settled then."

"Yes, I feel much better having a plan."

"Or lack thereof."

"To bed then?"

"I think so."

They snuggled down in to the bed in a now very familiar position of his arm around her and she curled up against him.

"Goodnight husband."

"Goodnight wife."

A/N: So what'd ya think?