Concrete Angel Chapter 14: Holy Matrimony, a harry potter fanfic

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YO Everyone! This story is almost done so I may do a sequel for the kids hectic lives as they're growing up. You know, being 'The Chosen One's' kids and all. Let me know what you think of the idea!

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"Harry," Hermione smiled as they sat under the oak tree in front of the lake at Hogwarts. "This is more than I could have ever hoped for, but-"

"Is that Potter? With Granger?"

Hermione sighed and hung her head, and Harry thought she had a good reason too. He'd know that voice anywhere.

"Parkinson, go away."

"Oooh. A bit touchy, aren't we Granger? Or is it the fact that you two are the lastest item?"

Hermione head jerked up at Pansy's pudgy face. "What do you mean?"

Parkinson smirked. "Don't tell me you don't know. You and Potter are the latest in The Prophet. Everyone knows about everything."

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other then at Pansy. "Everything?" They said in unison.

"Oh yes. Everything. The wedding, the marriage, everything." Pansy said playfully, pulling out that day's Prophet from under her cloak. "Let's see…" She said looking on the front page.

SMACK! "GIVE ME THAT!" Hermione shouted outraged as Pansy cringed. The Prophet dropped to the ground as Parkinson clutched her right cheek.

"You hit me!"

"You'll back off too before I curse you into oblivion!"

"You'll pay for that Granger! Just wait 'till Draco hears about this! He won't be very happy, now, will he?" Pansy shrieked as she ran back towards Hogsmead.

"Oh, Merlin! That cow was right! Harry look!"

Harry looked at the paper, and sue enough, there was a large photo of Hermione and him together at the Leaky Cauldron. There was also a smaller photo that Rita Skeeter had taken during the Triwizard Tournament during their fourth year before the first tast, in which the photo-Hermione was hugging Harry. There was one last photo next to that one that showed Hermione kissing a wet Harry during their fourth year also only this one was right after the second task. Below the photos was a large caption that read:

Two Teens Hide Secret Romance

It wouldn't have been very intrest-grabbing had it not been for the large pictures and a semi-large sub-caption reading

Harry Potter and Hermione Granger secretly Engaged

"No! How'd they find out?"

"Wait a sec Hermione. Read the article first, that might explain it."

The Boy Who Lived has been through many extremities but none so severe as the recent discovery. Daily Prophet reporters have reason to believe these two love-birds have been secretly engaged for the past few weeks. Inside sources tell us that Granger, a feisty eighteen-year-old witch works at Three Broomsticks and has been very 'distracted' lately, for what seems like 'family matters'. Pansy Parkinson states that the two have been seeing each other privately for months and she suspects the use of a love potion involved. Harry Potter, now eighteen as well, hasn't been available for an interview but said in a quick state that 'He hasn't felt this way about anyone else.' Potter, who has now taken up the position for Defence against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts, is suspected to be having a private life with Granger though our sources have…

It cut off there but went on to pages four, seven, eight, and ten. Harry turned to Hermione who was staring at the bottom of the page which read:

Article by Rita Skeeter

"That-"

"Hermione! Calm down! There's nothing we can do now. Come on, just ignore it. Let's get back to more important matters!"

"Fine! But when I get my hands on that-"

"Hermione." Harry said warningly. "Come o-"

He was cut off yet again as Hermione's eyes widened, she threw a hand to her mouth and ran to the castle.

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"Hermione? Are you okay?" Harry asked softly through the bathroom door. Hermione groaned a reply and Harry hesitantly walked inside.

Hermione was sitting in a chair next to a sink, looking pale. "I-"

Harry held up his hand. "Don't even finish that sentence. What happens in the bathroom, stays in the bathroom."

Hermione smiled but quickly ran to a restroom stall and Harry heard a disturbing splattering sound. Morning sickness…He thought sadly, shaking his head. But after ten minutes pasted and there was no end to the 'sickness' he walked up to her.

"Are you okay 'Mione?" He asked rubbing his hand on her back as he knelt down beside her.

"I'm not sure."

"Come on," Harry helped her up and she flushed the toilet and he led her back to the chair. Her face was chalk-white with a pale ghost-ish green tint. She hunched over suddenly and Harry thought she was going to be sick again but she fell out of the chair and onto the floor.

She screamed and was cringing. Harry panicked and quickly tried to calm her down. "It okay, Hermione. What's wrong? Please tell me." Harry was practically begging but Hermione showed no inclination that Harry was beside her or that he even existed.

When she kept screaming and didn't stop like she usually did Harry muttered "Lipsesly," and Hermione's vital signs appeared. Her heart was beating at an irregular pace, her muscles were tensing and untensing, every part of her body seemed to in a frenzy. But what scared Harry the most was her stomach. The small children inside it seemed to be shaking, and just like that, it ended.

Everything went back to normal like nothing had happened, but Hermione lay passed out on the cold floor.

"This isn't good."

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"Harry?" Hermione asked softly. She was standing near the Weasley's front door in theyr living room. "We have to go find a house, today."

"Fine." Harry pulled on his sneakers and followed Hermione out the door and into the passenger's seat of the car. "Now, what exactly do we want?"

Hermione smiled as she turned a corner. "I'm thinking a nice-sized, neat house in Godric's Hollow. We need at least five bedrooms and about six to six and a half bathrooms and a nice bid backyard and a nice-sized front yard."

"Why five bedrooms? We only need two."

"One for us, one for the nursery, which we'll later turn into the girls' bedroom and one for the boys'."

"That still leaves two bedrooms Hermione. Or have you lost you're ability to count?"

"Harry Potter, don't you dare get me mad at you two days before our wedding. And I know how to count. The two other bedrooms will be used as two guest bedrooms and later we could possibly turn one into a playroom."

"Okay, but as soon as we get there and buy it,"

"Just because I look at it doesn't mean I'll buy it, Harry."

"Like I said, when we buy it, I'm going to have the Fidelus charm cast on it as soon as possible. I didn't forget you're little episode two days ago."

"Harry, of course we'll cast the charm. We have to be on lock down for the next eight months, after the honeymoon of course." She smiled mechieviously as they turned into a driveway of a medium sized house. "And I'm fine."

"Whatever you say 'Mione. But I'm still going to make sure a hospital's nearby." Harry got out of the car and looked at the white house, mildly surprised at how peaceful it looked. "Let's get this over with."

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"I told you. I told you you'd buy it."

"Harry, it was my dream house. Get over it."

"I am. Now where are we going?"

"To make sure that my dress and your suit are perfect."

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It was an hour later when Harry examined himself in the mirror. He was mildly impressed with the black tux. It had a hint of emerald as Hermione had insisted.

He heard her shuffling in the changing room behind them and finally she stepped out, only she was in her normal clothes.

"Where's your dress? Does it still fit?"

Hermione hit him playfully in the stomach. "Harry! Yes it fits fine, but you'll have to wait until the day after tomorrow to see it."

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Two days later Harry looked in the mirror again. His unruly hair seemed even more unmanageable today than any other day.

"Harry?" He turned to the door were Charlie stood in the doorway. "Ready?"

He nodded and dabbed a handkerchief on his forhead.

"Nervous?"

Harry nodded again and walked with Charlie to the back of the church. "It'll all be fine, I promise." Charlie muttered as the organist began to play.

Bill walked out with Fleur Delacour, followed by Fred with Angelina Johnson and George with Alicia Spinnet, then Charlie with Parvarti Patil, and finally Mr. And Mrs. Weasley strolled down the aisle. All of the groomsmen wore black tuxes like Harry's and the bridesmaids wore silver silk, spaghetti-strap, floor-length dresses with small sliver flowers running down one side.

Two smaller girls in similar dresses, only smaller, Gabrielle Delacour and Jenny, the girl Hermione had met at Three Broomsticks, followed them. They threw white rose petals on the ground and followed the bridesmaids up to the alter. Finally the audience stood and the wedding march began. Slowly the double mahogany doors opened and Hermione walked out, accompanied by her father. When he sat down Hermione continued down the aisle, her strapless dress hid her small growing stomach. They top down to the waistline was covered with pearls, diamonds, and small silk flowers. Below the waistline the simple silk skirt curved out and had designs like the top parts of the dress covering a small section just before the bottom of the dress. She wore her hair up, with curls in a bun, only leaving a few curly strands to frame her face. She had a diamond tiara surrounding the bun and leaving a veil that trained the floor. She held a bouquet of white roses, with a magical scent, wrapped in white silk.

Harry's breath caught in his chest as he stared at his soon-to-be wife. She was beautiful, in a breath-taking way. Unmistakable love, filled his heart for the woman in front of him. She was surely an angel, sent from heaven. When she reached the alter, the music stopped, the audience sat back down, and the priest began.

"We are gathered here today in the presence of God to join these two people in Holy Matrimony. If anyone has a reason that these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace."

There was about a minute of silence.

"Now, do you, Harry Potter, take Hermione Granger to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Harry smiled as Hermione's eye sparkled. "I do."

"And do you, Hermione Granger, take Harry Potter to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

" Then, Harry, repeat after me and as you do, please place you're wedding band on her finger. I, Harry Potter, take you Hermione Granger,"

"I, Harry Potter, take you, Hermione Granger."

"To be my wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward,"

"For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health,"

"To love and to cherish, until death do us part,"

"To love and to cherish, 'till death do us part,"

"Or the Lord comes for His own, and hereto I pledge you my faithfulness."

"Or the Lord comes for His own, and hereto I pledge you my faithfulness." As Harry said the last part he slipped Hermione's band on her ring finger. The band itself was goblin-made silver with a large colorless diamond in the center surrounded by four smaller diamonds on either side. "I want this to be your engagement ring as well, to make up for the lack of one earlier."

Hermione nodded as the priest continued "Will the bride and groom-to-be please loose hands. Hermione took Harry's right hand in her own and the priest began again. "Hermione, please repeat after me. I, Hermione Granger, take you Harry Potter, to be my wedded husband,"

"I, Hermione Granger, take you, Harry Potter, to be my wedded husband,"

"To have and to hold, from this day forward,"

"To have and to hold form this day forward,"

"For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer,"

"For better for worse, for richer, for poorer," "

"In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish,"

"Until death do us part, or the Lord comes for His own,"

"And hereto I pledge you my faithfulness."

"And hereto I pledge you my faithfulness." As she spoke the last words she slipped Harry's goblin-made silver wedding band on his ring finer.

"Then, by the power vested in me, I hereby announce you husband and wife! You may now kiss the bride."

Harry and Hermione smiled before leaning in and kissing passionately, forgetting the were in front of over a hundred people, forgetting they were doing this for the good of man-kind, forgetting everything…but each other.

When they finally broke apart the audience applauded and broke apart for the reception in the next part of the church. Harry and Hermione linked hands and walked together back to the next room. As they walked in they realized that the seating arrangements had been rearranged and there was a table set for to at the head of the room. As they sat down, the speeches began, like they knew they would and Hermione stood first.

"I'll keep this short but I'd like to thank you all for coming to this momentous occasion in our lives. Though as Harry and myself grow older, we may forget what color the bridesmaids dresses were, or how beautiful the flower arrangements were, I know we'll remember just how much it meant to us for each and everyone of you to come." She paused for a moment and said as a closing, "We love you all."

At this point, Hagrid, in his best suit, was completely bawling. Professor MsGonagall was a little wet-eyed as well.

Then they sat down and ate and they danced. They got 'congratulations' and 'good-for-you's' and eventually, the night ended and Harry and Hermione walked outside, rose petals flying everywhere, to they're getaway-'car'. Hermione laughed when she saw Harry's Firebolt floating there, magically enlarged, with a sign on the back that read 'Just Married' in fancy script, shooting off fireworks non-stop.

They mounted and flew off into the night, Hermione's arms wrapped around Harry, as the applause faded into the night.

They flew until they reached a small hotel. Harry walked in, holding Hermione's hands, and whispered that he'd rented the entire place, just for their honeymoon. Hermione kissed his and they went up to their room.