I had the most fun possible writing this. It may be the fluffiest piece I've ever done, save Beach. Maybe it's the longest...?

I know I haven't updated in a very long time. But LIFE interfered with COMPUTER.

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After this, only ONE MORE CHAPTER! *GASP* :O becomes :D

~justaclassicgirl


Hermione had written to Ginny as soon as she got home. The letter was about 3 feet of parchment long and said everything that had gone unsaid between them in the two years they'd been apart, and explained the whole Ron fiasco. It finally ended telling her that she and Harry were engaged, and that she should come for a visit. But never once did she tell Ginny she was pregnant.

Needless to say, Ginny came over the instant she got Hermione's letter, and what a shock it was for her to see her best friend pregnant. But she soon got over it, in the rush to catch up with her.


"My brother did WHAT?" Ginny screeched. "And then he WHAT?"

"Gin, calm down! I'm fine." Hermione tried (and failed) to calm down the fiery redhead.

"I AM GOING TO KILL THE LITTLE-"

"Ginny, I felt the same way," Harry said upon entering the living room. "But one thing's for sure: He's not invited to the wedding." He smiled.

"Oh, Ginny, speaking of which, I want you to be the maid of honor at my wedding," Hermione said so casually that Ginny thought she must be joking.

"But…But…We haven't talked in years, and based on these thirty minutes, you want to give that job to me? Why not Luna?"

"Ginny, you don't remember the promise we made? You were a first-year, and we made a pact that if either of us ever got married, we would be each other's maid of honor."

"Yes, I remember, but…Luna's been there for you, while I haven't. She deserves it more than me."

Hermione thought for a moment, then said slowly, "Couldn't I have two?"

"Two maids of honor? Well, I suppose you could. It doesn't say anywhere that you can't…" Ginny said just as slowly.

"I have to speak with Luna about it first, but if she accepts, could this work?"

"Of course," Ginny said, happier now that everything was fair. She sprung out of her chair and ran over to Hermione, throwing her arms around her and hugging her tightly. "You're getting MARRIED!" she shrieked. "You're PREGNANT!"

Now this is the Ginny I know, Hermione thought, hugging her friend back.


"But...why not?"

"I don't really think I could handle it, Hermione. All the stress disturbs…um, the…nargles?"

Hermione squinted suspiciously at Luna, who seemed to shrink under her scrutinizing look. This wasn't Luna. Something wasn't right…

It didn't take long for Hermione to place it. This was why Luna wasn't acting normally lately. This was why she got giddy at the proposal. This was it.

"Merlin, you're pregnant, aren't you?"

"Shhh!" Luna whispered frantically. "Nev doesn't know!"

Hermione grinned. "How far along?"

"Maybe a month, not very far. But I don't know if I can handle the duties of Maid of Honor. Well, I mean, it's your wedding, so if you need me, I'll do it…"

"Oh, no, Luna! Of course you don't have to do it." Hermione smiled. "I know how you feel. The less stress for you right now, the better."

Luna seemed to deflate with relief.

Hermione knew Ginny would be ecstatic. She hated working with other people.


Finally, all the clamor was over and it was just her and Harry at the dinner table. Hermione was the first to speak.

"So."

"So."

"We have to plan the wedding."

"Yep."

"We have to choose a date."

"Yep."

"We have to send out invitations."

"Yep."

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Yep."

"My water just broke."

"Yep."

Hermione glared at him. Obviously, she was NOT going into labor. She was testing him.

"HARRY!"

"Huh? What?"

"I SAID, we have to plan the wedding!"

"Right. So. I'll get the cake?"

She rolled her eyes. "Of course." ("Hey!" Harry protested indignantly)"But we should pick a date for the wedding first."

"What about June?"

"Harry, my due date is in June."

"Yeah, but Healer Lori said the end of June. We could just have it on June 1st or something like that."

She nodded slowly. "It does give us more time to get everything ready…June 1st it is."

With a date decided, the pair dove headfirst into planning the rest of their big day.


June 1st arrived sunny and warm, but not sweltering. It was a perfect day to get married.

All the Weasleys had been invited (except Ron, of course), and every one of the remaining Order members. Hermione had insisted that Professor McGonnagal be invited too.

Arthur was giving Hermione away. Teddy Lupin was brought in as the ring bearer, and Victoire as the flower girl. She got a frilly light blue dress to wear and was very happy about that. Teddy was less happy, mostly because of the suit he had to wear.

"Harry, do I HAVE to wear this?" he whined.

Harry was fixing his own suit for the fifteenth time. "Yes, Teddy, but as soon as the wedding's over you can jump in as many mud puddles as you want with the suit on. I'll make sure you don't get into trouble."

His face lit up.

"But only if you do a great job with the rings."

Teddy nodded furiously.


"Hermione, tilt your head up a bit…good…good…"

Luna was doing Hermione's wedding makeup and hair. Hermione had enlisted her because of the spectacular work she'd done the day of the proposal.

"All right, done!" Luna proclaimed loudly.

Hermione turned around to the mirror to see.

"Luna, it's wonderful!" she beamed. She smoothed the fabric of her dress over her baby bump. It rustled softly, the silk smooth and white as milk.

Ginny twirled in her bridesmaid's dress one last time. The pale blue fabric stayed mostly in place, but her long red hair spun out around her like a halo. "I adore these dresses!" she squealed.

Luna smiled. "I love them too."

Hermione wasn't really paying attention to them. She was staring at herself in a full-length mirror.

Ginny and Luna watched as she turned slowly in a circle, looking over her shoulder to see what she looked like.

Then Ginny shrieked, "Merlin, we're going to be late! The wedding starts in half an hour!"

"Go, go, go!" Luna yelled, grabbing one of Hermione's arms and ushering her quickly out the door to the car.

"You're extremely fast for a pregnant woman," Hermione commented as Luna practically sprinted out the door.

To her daughter, she thought, We're getting married, Rosie! We're getting married today!


Harry stood beside the Minister of Magic, who had promised to officiate the ceremony. "Anything for Mr. Potter," he had said.

He hoped he wasn't sweating all too much. It would be awful if he were soaked with sweat for his wedding.

Neville, the best man, stood beside him. "Any minute now," he said.

And then the music started playing.


Even though it was an outdoor wedding, there still weren't many bugs flying about. But of course, right when Hermione began walking in, a bee came buzzing about.

"Oh my god, it's a bee!" she hissed nervously at Ginny. "It's a BEE!"

"Gin, you know I'm afraid of bees!" Hermione scream-whispered. "Get it away!"

"Calm down, Hermione," Ginny whispered. "Stop fidgeting. It'll go away by itself."

So, Hermione held her head high, linked her arm in the waiting arm of Mr. Weasley's, and ignored the offending bee as best she could. Finally, the bee veered off and flew away, and as the wedding march played, they began to walk down the aisle.


Victoire skipped ahead in front of the procession, throwing white and red rose petals in the air with a huge smile on her face. Teddy walked slowly behind her holding the rings, looking much less happy. But because they were so short, Harry saw right over their heads and looked right at Hermione.

Harry saw her for the first time that day.

Hermione's hair was down, falling in luscious waves down her shoulders, loose and glinting in the sun. Her eyes had a bit of dark eye pencil lining just above the place where eyelash met eyelid, with a touch of soft, bronzey eye shadow above it. Her lips were the color of a strawberry milkshake, with a glossy sheen to it. A bit of blush, the smallest touch of blush, was applied to her cheeks, making them look rosy and accentuating her cheekbones. She looked so adult, yet so innocent at the same time. Hermione was beautiful.

(And don't even get me started on her dress.)

The dress was held up by two thin spaghetti-straps. The bodice was pure and blank, with seemingly no decoration. But with a closer look, one could see small diamonds and pearls sparkling right where the skirt met the bodice.

The skirt poufed out just above where her baby bump began, hiding it completely from view. It was like a ballroom skirt, huge and fluffy, and it was much higher than the normal skirt so as to cover her enormous stomach (for she was now nine months pregnant, her due date being in 2 weeks).

Finally, Arthur looped off and went to stand by Harry after kissing Hermione on the cheek. She had reached her soon-to-be husband. There wasn't much to be said about him, other than her hormones were acting up and the only word to describe him at that point was HOT.

And possibly SEXY.

But those were the hormones talking. Not levelheaded Hermione.

She smiled at him, and he smiled back nervously as the Minister of Magic began his speech.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…"

Neither man nor woman was listening to a word that was being said. The two of them were too busy staring lovingly into each other's eyes.

Molly Weasley and Luna were weeping, Luna because she was pregnant as well and Molly because she was Molly. Neville could barely refrain from punching Harry on the shoulder as guys do.

At long last, the Minister said, "Do you, Hermione Jean Granger, take Harry James Potter to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

Tears shone in her eyes. "I do."

"Do you, Harry James Potter, take Hermione Jean Granger to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

He grinned like an idiot. "I do."

Teddy stealthily slipped the rings into his godfather's hand.

Harry lifted the ring to her hand and slipped it onto her finger. "With this ring, I thee wed, and with it, I bestow upon thee all the treasures of my mind, heart, and hands."

She raised her eyebrows at him, for never in her life had she heard him speak that way, but said nothing and just smiled.

"By the power vested in me by the British Wizarding World, I now pronounce you Man and Wife. You may kiss the bride."

These were the words that both parties couldn't wait any longer to hear, and this was evident when they practically leaped onto each other, their lips crashing together in one blissful kiss of passion and union and love.


The rest of the day was full of dancing, laughter, speeches, kissing, Teddy jumping into mud puddles (surprisingly, with Victoire) with no one yelling at him, and cake.

Mostly cake for the two pregnant women in attendance.

At last, it became dark, Hermione grew tired, and Harry decided they should head home so she could rest. They ran down through the crowd to the waiting car, which had cans tied to it and a banner reading "Just Married". (Harry didn't understand it all too well, but Hermione told him it was a muggle custom she had wanted.) The witches and wizards didn't throw rice, but they stood aside, forming a type of runway, lifted their wands and pronounced "Lumos!", their wands lighting up the couple as they rushed to the car.

Hermione started crying as they drove away, because of how beautiful it was.

Then Harry kissed her, and she forgot all about it.


The car took them all the way back to their house in Godric's Hollow. Paparazzi had trailed them the entire way until the driver of the car (a wizard, surprisingly enough) had enough and placed an invisibility spell on it so the photographers (and most likely Rita Skeeter somewhere) had to give up. They had decided against a honeymoon, because it was just too close to Hermione's due date to risk a vacation.

When they pulled up at their house, Harry gave the man quite a few Galleons in exchange for hiding them from the paparazzi, and then scooped up Hermione bridal-style and ran up the front path, carrying her the entire way. She laughed, a lovely sweet sound, and he did as well.

He carried her all the way upstairs, dropping her on the bed and jumping in next to her. "So?"

She turned to look at him. "So?"

He sent her a suggestive look.

"No!" she laughed. "You'd crush the baby!"

He pouted. "It's our wedding night!" he whined.

"You'll get it in a few weeks," she whispered softly in his ear. He groaned.

"Now you're just teasing me!"

She sat up, smiling. "Guilty."

"You get back here!" he exclaimed, and he put his arm around her waist and pulled her back down, ignoring her squeal of protest, and started to tickle her.

"Oh! Oh, STOP it, Harry-HAHAHAHA-I said STOP-HA! Merlin, I can't breathe!" she laughed.


It was the middle of the night. Hermione had woken up because Rosie was kicking an awful lot. But she hadn't wanted to wake Harry, so she tiptoed out and went to the nursery.

Hermione sat on the window seat and gazed at the entire room, rubbing her stomach. Her daughter would be in this room soon. She'd be sleeping in that crib. She'd be rocked in that rocking chair. She'd wear the clothes in that dresser. She'd read the books on that bookshelf.

When she was older, she'd sit right where Hermione was sitting and read or look out the window and think.

A tear of happiness rolled down her cheek just thinking about it.

This particular tear rolled all the way down to her chin, and fell off the edge. It plummeted down, down, down until it landed, PLOP, on her stomach.

Rosella felt it inside her mother's stomach.

Something shifted.

Hermione felt something wet trickle down her leg, a split second before she felt a horrible pain in her abdomen.

She sprang up, her mouth wide open.

It was happening.

"HARRY!"


OOOOOOOOHHHH!

I hope this satisfies your hungry fanfiction-reading eyes.

~justaclassicgirl