A/n: Well hi? –Waves to whoever's still there- Sorry for the delay! Illness took me over for a long while! I hope this chapter is alright. Weddings and nice things soon!

Chapter 25

Their small home was hustling and bustling full of people. The merriment of the victory hadn't worn off at all, and our two girls both adorned face splitting smiles. Ginny was hovering around the kitchen, nibbling the snacks they had provided for their guests. The brunette watched the younger girl, her eyes never leaving her for long. It was amazing, in some way how she could still eat after polishing off the monster of a sandwich earlier. Though, when Hermione really thought it through, she supposed nothing had changed.

Her ears buzzed with the sound of voices melding together, people chatting in every part of the room. Dark eyes fell on a tall redhead skulking in the corner. Ron did not look happy at all, she couldn't really blame him, but he was acting like a child. Mrs. and Mr. Weasley where sat with her own parents, who had been rescued from their memory loss, and had come back home once the troubles with the Lycans where over. Her father was nodding animatedly at who seemed to be asking a bombardment of questions regarding a toaster.

Her smile widened as she spotted the small pixie like girl she hadn't seen in months. Sam was talking happily to George, who was just as happy talking back it seemed. They had found a soft spot for each other, amongst the darkness of the recent battle. It seemed like they where good for each other, almost as if he had adopted her as another younger sister. The rest of the Weasley's seemed just as smitten with her.

Harry and Luna where curled up in one of their arm chairs, sitting quietly watching the crowd mingle and chat. It was a nice change, to see Harry so happy. So care free. Almost as if Luna was a constant repellant for what she called "wrackspurts" though, that theory was yet to be proven.

Once again her dark orbs found the youngest Weasley, wandering over to her. Engulfing the room with just a few of her large strides. Hermione's heart swelled at the sight of the redhead beaming so proudly. Her wide hazel eyes took on a light of their own as they began to glow softly. Strong arms wrapped around the brunettes waist and before Hermione knew it she was hoisted into a bone crushing hug. "Now?" Came Ginny's voice, low in her ear. The excitements evident in her tone as she all but bounced on the balls of her feat as she pulled away ever so slightly to take the smaller girls form in.

Hermione couldn't help herself, her jaw ached with how much she was smiling, how truly happy she was. She never would have imagined this, never imagined having this life. Ginny seemed perfect, more and more every time she thought on it. She was the sweetest, most caring person Hermione had ever come across.

"Now" The brunette whispered her reply, cupping the redhead's cheek tenderly in her hand before placing a gentle kiss on the taller girl's lips. Once their embrace was broken, Ginny flashed her a heart warming smile, laced with all the reassurance in the world before turning to the crowd of people.

The younger witch cleared her throat, and before Hermione could brace herself Ginny released a booming "OI! Can I get everyone's attention for a second?!"

With that the room seemed to come to a slow stand still, finally it was quiet and all where looking at the pair expectantly. Hermione gulped down any nerves that managed to flutter up her throat before she placed a calming hand on Ginny's bicep, their hands lacing together.

"We have an announcement" she started calmly, her cheeks tinting with a slight blush.

"We're getting married" Ginny spoke after, looking down at Hermione with the admiration gleaming in her luminous eyes. The brunette couldn't help it when a small giggle escaped her, Ginny's eyes. She would never be able to hide excitement, or anger, love or lust ever again and it was beautiful.

The room remained silent for a moment or so, before erupting in cheers and claps. Though the excitement didn't last long, of course it wouldn't. They'd seen this coming a mile away.

"You can't be serious!" Came a roar from the back, Ron pushed his way to the front of the crowd. His eyes blazing with anger. "You're already trapped with this freak! And now you want to marry her?!" He bellowed, pointing an accusing finger between Ginny and Hermione. "She's a girl Hermione! She's my sister! How can you want her, but not me! What has she done that's so bloody brilliant?!" His voice was raised as he advanced on them.

"Ron, if you're going to speak that way about Ginny, you can leave our house, leave it right now, and don't come back" Hermione's voice was cold, and cutting. Her eyes boring holes into his own, standing her ground. She was sick of him, sick of him treating Ginny the way he was. She wasn't going to have him speak to the love of her life that way, in their own home. In the one place they should be safe from scathing words and harmful curses. Away from madmen and women hell bent on world domination.

"I don't believe this, Hermione. She could kill you! She could kill you and not even know she's done it! She hasn't got control of that, that THING she's become! Look! Look at her eyes!" Ron tried to reason, his voice losing it's malice as he tried to beg the brunette to see reason. A reason only he could see through his goggles laden with jealousy. When did he become this? When did he become so selfish, he'd put himself before his sister. When did he become so blind?

Ginny had moved in front of the smaller brunette, her body almost acting like a shield. Her light brown eyes where on fire, glowing with the light of a thousand moons. Glowing with rage behind them it would cause even the greatest wizards to shrink back in terror. "How dare you talk to her like that" Her voice came out as more of a growl, "How bloody dare you, you great buffoon! She doesn't want you, she doesn't. It doesn't matter who else she wants, it doesn't matter what or who I am Ronald. Pull your head out of your ass and get a grip, you're making a fool of yourself" She spoke. Her shoulders bunching into tight knots of muscle as she panted for breath, trying to fill her lungs enough to calm down.

Hermione's warm hand wrapped around her forearm, as she stepped in front of her lover, her palms wrapping around the warm skin of Ginny's cheeks. Forcing the taller girl to look down at her, a small smile playing on her lips. "Breathe, and focus on me" She spoke quietly, quiet enough for only Ginny to hear her.

The change in the taller girl was almost immediate. "But I wont let him talk to you that way" The redhead pleaded, almost asking for the brunettes permission to be angry at her brother.

"Right" Came the voice of Arthur Weasley, "I think it's time you leave my boy" He spoke again. Grabbing Ron's shoulder tightly, pulling him out of the room. "We are trying to celebrate, and I will not have you degrade your sister like that." His voice was calm, but held all the anger in the world.

Ron's shoulders sagged, as the full extent of his father's words hit him in the chest. Soon the sound of the door opening came, followed by the sound of the door shutting then a small pop.

It felt like they remained silent for years, Hermione just staring into the calming girl's eyes. Ginny staring back, a small smile beginning to form over her features.

A clap from the crowd startled them into looking around again, only to be met with 's face splitting smile. "Well isn't this wonderful! When?"

Hermione smiled a sheepish smile, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear once she spoke, "We were hoping we could for as soon as we can plan for, as soon as possible… With help of course" she asked and another cheer erupted.

Soon the party was in full swing once again. The brunette had been kidnapped by her mother and the Weasley matriarch. "Ooh I can't wait! Grandchildren! You are having grandchildren right? Oh this small cottage just wont due, we'll have to get the boys on it enchant more rooms" The noise that escaped the redheaded woman's throat was something that resembled a squeal but she wasn't entirely sure.

"Hermione, I hate to ask this, but … how are you to have children?" Her own mother's confused voice broke through to her excitement fogged brain, and she swore she felt her jaw hit the floor.

"Well…" her voice shook, and her cheeks flush a bright shade of red "I um… I don't know really how to… explain it" she tried to get out of the conversation. Her sharp eyes caught Ginny chatting animatedly on the other side of the living area. Obviously deep in conversation about something with Sam. Probably quidditch she figured. Both girls where making odd hand gestures as they spoke, yep most definitely quidditch. The brunette excused herself from the conversation with her mother, and soon to be mother-in-law and moved across the room. Stopping to envelope Harry into a tight embrace.

"Hermione! This is great news!" he spoke happily taking Luna's hand in his once the embrace was broken.

"Do you have any idea's of the theme you want? Oh the choices!" Luna smiled a slightly dazed smile, and Hermione just laughed.

"Well, I was hoping just a calm wedding, nothing over the top just simple" the brunette spoke through a wide smile. " seems to be eager to help plan everything, and between Ginny and I, I hope we can get something nice put together soon" Hermione grinned.

In all reality, she didn't want a huge wedding, she was already Ginny's mate for life, and that meant more than a wedding band and a magical document. The wedding was more for everyone else, more so she could call Ginny her wife. An official bond, in both worlds.

"It's a lovely time of year for it" Luna commented dreamily, looking up at a grinning Harry.

"If you need anything Hermione, I'm sure I can help in some way, to get the process moving" The green eyed man commented, putting a hand on the brunettes shoulder.

"I'm happy for you both, I can't imagine a better pair" he spoke sincerely. She had been there for him, through the toughest journey anyone could have been through. He would be there for her, through anything.

"Thank you Harry" Her voice shook with joy.

"I think you may want to go and keep Ginny Company, it seems George has stolen Sam again, and she looks as if she's going to eat all of the food." The boy laughed a hearty laugh.

Sure enough, there she was. Munching happily on what looked like a bread stick, sipping from a cup. For a second the brunette worried, Ginny was acting a little off. Smiling once more back at Harry and Luna she turned to make her way towards her girlfriend.

"Hey" she spoke softly once in ear shot.

The redhead looked up and smiled a wide smile "Hi" she spoke quietly.

"Are you feeling okay Gin?" The brunette reached out, wrapping her arms around the taller girl's torso. "You seem a little off" she asked, concerned.

"I'm fine, just really hungry" The younger girl nodded eagerly, pushing the last bit of her breadstick between her lips.

"You sure?" Hermione pushed, an eyebrow raised, not completely sold.

"Well… I didn't want to take away from people focusing on us getting married…" The redhead began slightly nervously.

"Right… and?" The older girl looked up into hazel eyes, glowing that soft glow.

"The Harpies want me back, and they said as long as I can control myself on the pitch it'll be fine…" Ginny spoke, trying to keep herself quiet. "I just, wanted to make sure they where sure before I told anyone, and I don't want to spill accidentally"

"Gin! That's great!" Dark eyes were wide in excitement for her fiancé. "When did you find out!?"

"I went to see Gwenog today… Practice starts in two weeks!" The redhead bounced happily, like a child who had just been told they could have as many sweets as they want.

"I'm getting married to the most wonderful woman on the planet, and I'm allowed to continue playing quidditch!" Her smile was face splitting; her eyes bright as she leant down to place a tender kiss on the brunette's lips.

That just made Hermione's heart soar, as her chest swelled with pride. She would always worry about Ginny's safety up in the air, but to see the redhead so happy, she couldn't deny her it. Life was really getting good, and would only get better.