Chapter 11: The Arrangements

After everyone had eaten a dinner Molly made in her new home, Bill and Fleur had been shown to their own home on the island and they'd decided to turn in as it'd gotten late. Mr. and Mrs. Granger were to stay in a guest bedroom that Harry and Hermione had discovered when search through it the first time there. The Potter home was a two story building, the guest bedroom was on the first floor which kept the two couples seperated and allowing for more privacy.

Ron, George, Ginny, and Luna were split up in the Weasley home even though it was big and had enough rooms, Mrs. Weasley wasn't about to let Ron and Luna share a room. George was then forced to share a room with his brother while Ginny and Luna would share another this caused the last bedroom to be empty. With everyone down for the night, they all basked in the warming environment that they'd come to and had great dreams.

The Next Morning

Harry, Hermione, Bill, and Fleur all gathered together on the beach while everyone else were away eating breakfast. Hermione and Fleur were going to be on their way to France for the day, Fleur knew a shop there that the younger witch could find the perfect dress. Bill and Harry were always going to be off on their own, They would be going to Hogwarts to talk to McGonagall for a special favor.

The two groups set off at Ten o' clock that Morning, everyone that was left would be taking care of inviting guests and making a list of what would be need that time next Friday. The groups that had left were expected to be back sometime afternoon.

Hermione and Fleur wrapped their arms around the other's, Fleur side-along Hermione to small section in Paris that she'd been to many times in her younger years. The street that they had appeared in held buildings along each side, each of them seemed to have been made by the same person though each had it's own touch added from the story's owner. The road was paved and there were cars parked yet, there was no traffic, was this section of Paris for muggles or what? The sidewalks infront of the buildings looked as if they'd been completed just that very day, there was no imperfection at all in them.

"zis is a muggle and wizarding community, ze cars parked along ze road are were pu there by wizards to help the muggles believe it to be just a normal area. There are sections that seem to be closed but, you may access it if you know how. We shall be visiting Madame Bellerose, she is the only person zat will have your dream dress." Fleur began to explain, this answered some of the questions Hermione had about the place. It never failed for her to be surprised by the many things that could be done by witches and wizards. Hermione stopped for a moment and just took in the place, it was cool outside and the wind was blowing gently through her hair. She could smell various treats that emitted from the shops all around her, there were candle scents, food, and a hint of perfume.

Fleur had noticed how Hermione was reacting to the place and smiled. "We 'ave time to visit some shops after we get your dress ready." She informed her friend. Hermione smiled, she had known this already but, hadn't wished to hold Fleur here any longer than was needed. Hermione continued to follow the older witch's lead toward a small shop named "Les Blancs Essentiels". When they walked through the door, It seemed to just be a normal clothing store, there wasn't anything out of the ordinary for a muggle to suspect such. Fleur walked up to the cashier and smiled, they began to converse in french before the blonde turned back to Hermione. "Show 'er your wand." Fleur instructed in a whisper.

Hermione withdrew her wand and held it out infront of the woman who took examined it for a minute then smiled. They were then moved toward a door where the woman would whisper a spell and open it. Fleur and Hermione were then allowed to go through. From here they discovered a room that was filled with people that obviously screamed witch and wizard. A woman came to them immediately, She stood as tall as fleur but, look more average than the blonde and had brown hair as Hermione though straight. She had a face showing signs of wrinkles forming that started around her bright blue eyes.

"Fleur Delacour!" She exclaimed in french accent, Fleur smiled. "Weasley now, Madame. You 'aven't forgotten already? I was here months ago for my bridesmaids dresses." The woman gasped having let this information slip her mind.

"I'm am so sorry, I've been so busy. It slipped away from my memory. But What brings you 'ere today?" Madame Bellrose exclaimed feeling very embarrased. Fleur smiled and nodded before replying. "Well,my young friend 'ere. She is to be married in a week. We are 'ere for 'er to receive ze perfect dress." They were then quickly lead away from the crowd to a side room where a mannequin stood awaiting for clothes to be upon it. Madame Bellrose motioned for Hermione to come to her as she withdrew her wand from her pocket.

"Stand very still please." Bellrose instructured, Hermione did the best she could as the eldest of the three took her wand and waved it in an odd fashion around Hermione. With another flick of Bellrose's wand and a plain white dress formed upon the mannequin. Fleur quickly explained that this was the perfect style and size for Hermione's figure. The three women stood there as Hermione and Fleur began working together to describe the bride's perfect dream dress as Bellrose made it reality until it was completed. The dress was to be kept in a container made exactly for it which would keep it in perfect condition until opened. The two witches exited the shop happily as it'd been a great deal of time describing what Hermione had wished for, and the end result was stunning. They spent the rest of their time going through the shops that interested Hermione staying until it was well after noon.

Canary Island, Potter Home. Same time as Hermione and Fleur's departure.

Harry and Bill stood and watched as their loves vanished from sight. "How long ago did you send the letter?" Bill questioned referring to a note sent to McGonagall. "Last night, We should be getting a response anytime now." Harry replied and just as this was said they found an owl flying toward them. The little gray owl landed and dropped a folded letter then it was off again returning to where it'd came. Harry took the letter and unfolded it.

Dear Harry,

It's good to here from you, Your request to speak to me about a special gathering at the school has be accepted. Please drop by anytime tomorrow that you can. I shall be awaiting your arrival. Oh and also, You'll need to come from Hogsmeade as it's the only way to come in from apparation.

Hope you are well,

Minevera McGonagall.

"It's her, she said it's fine. We'll have to go to the castle from Hogsmeade as You'd suspected though." Harry said to relay the information to Bill. The two nodded and apparated at once. They arrived in the familiar little village that was positioned outside of the castle, immediately they began to make their way to the school's building.

It didn't take the long to make it onto the school grounds, they both peered out at the marble grave of the former Headmaster that they'd both known. Harry silently thanked the headmaster to what he had done for him, It no longer mattered how it was done but, Harry was grateful of it.

Harry and Bill walked through the castle doors making their way toward the headmistress's office. They were welcomed by Sir Nicholas and various other ghosts along with some of the portaits. Arriving at the area very familiar to Harry, they were met with Professor Flitwick.

"Ah Hello there, Mr. Potter. Oh, it's nice to see you as well Mr. Weasley. Are you here to see Minerva?" The short man greeted the two. "Yes, Professor. We've come to speak with her. Do you mind letting us in?" Harry replied as Bill stood behind him giving a wave to the professor. "Oh I don't mind at all. " The Professor replied before he turned to the statue that would open to reveal stairs after he'd spoken the phrase "Golden With Wings". Harry and Bill both thanked him for and bid their farewells as they went up to see McGonagall.

Once they'd gotten in the office, they found who they'd seek sitting at the desk. She greeted them with a smile. "Hello Potter, Weasley." She said simply, they both replied with a friendly "Hello." She stood from her desk and walked to them, and turned to Harry."

"You had something you wished to ask of me?" She questioned him, Harry nodded before replying. "Yes, well It's something that I wanted to do but, Bill stated that it hadn't ever done before." He began before the redhead joined the conversation. "He and Hermione Granger are going to be getting married next Friday." Bill informed her.

Ms. McGonagall was surprised, She grew a smile and a twinkle shined in her eye. "I see and How would this involve me?" She inquired. Harry looked up at her and scratched the back of his head uncomfortably as he didn't want to be turned down. "Hermione and I were wishing to be married here. I wanted to know if that would able to be done? We decided on here because well, it's the reason I even met her. Hogwarts was always what I considered to be my home as my friends were always here. Hermione and I both came here together and it just seemed best to be married at the same place that we'd become friends." Harry quickly informed the Headmistress.

She nodded and turned around, her back faced to them a smiled that was if it'd had been seen would be considered the biggest that had ever been acrosse her face. McGonagall as well as many of the other professors had suspected that one day Harry and Hermione would become what they are. Quickly hiding the smile she faced the young man. "Harry, on behalf of all of us here at Hogwarts, It'd be an honor to hold such a wedding upon our grounds." She replied the smile reforming and unable to be hidden from the young men before her. Harry smiled as well, He knew that soon he'd be married on these very grounds that he'd held so dear.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter as the others. It brings me grief to inform you that the next chapter may be the last. I shall most definetly include an epilogue separate from the last to allow you to pear in the future of my story. But, fret not as this will not be my only story, my next shall began as soon as this one ends. I hope you all will follow me into the next tale as with the ones after that. But, now I must begin writing again. The next chapter will be up most likely tomorrow.