When they stepped out of the floo, they were in a beautiful Italian restaurant that Hermione had never seen before.
Harry ushered a shocked Hermione out from in front of the fireplace so that Sirius and Remus, who had also transfigured their clothes into tuxedos that were very similar to Harry's, could step through into the restaurant.
As Hermione looked around, taking in the beautiful party room that they had stepped into, she realized that the people seated at the other tables around the room were all familiar to her. The more she looked, the more people she recognized, until she realized that everyone in the room was someone that she knew.
"What's going on?" She asked as Remus and Sirius stepped up beside her.
"Oh just a little party to celebrate our grandchildren," Sirius said with a big grin as he went to greet everyone.
Hermione had no more time to be confused or puzzled, because it was then that Molly and Arthur Weasley came up to hug her, and she was swept into at least a dozen hugs, and then the waiters came in with drinks and hors d'oeuvres, and Harry collected her to have a seat at the table at the front of the room, with Remus and Sirius.
They had just finished their desserts when Harry pulled Hermione to her feet. "Where are we going?" Hermione asked, her confusion resuming.
Harry didn't answer, just simply lead the mother of his children to the center of the room. Casting a light sonorus charm on himself so that the entire room could hear what he was about to say. "Hermione, I know we've only been together a few months and we've already got two babies on the way, but I've known you since I was 11, and you've been my best friend through everything. No matter what's happened, you've stuck by me, you've always been there for me. I'd like to make it forever."
With that, Harry dropped to one knee and pulled a little black velvet box out of his pocket and opened it to reveal a white gold band with a large brilliantly cut, crystal clear diamond in the middle, and scattered with small amethysts all around the edges. "Hermione Jean Granger, would you please be my wife? Make a family with me and our kids?"
Hermione's eyes welled with tears as she nodded and Harry took her left hand, sliding the ring onto it.
Harry stood and swept his pregnant fiancé into his arms, spinning her in a circle as they kissed, and the occupants of the room cheered.
"I've got one more surprise for you," Harry said with a smile.
Dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief that someone had pressed into her hands, Hermione looked at Harry. "What else could their be?"
Two figures stepped out of the dark on one side of the room, and Hermione's jaw dropped open.
Her mother rushed forward and wrapped Hermione in a hug. "I'm sorry that I haven't written you or been there for you. Even though I was upset, I should have still been there to support you. I know you're scared and you're upset and as your mother I should have been there," she profusely apologized.
"I understand you were shocked mum," Hermione began.
"That's not an excuse," her mother interrupted. "Upset or not, you're my baby, and you're making me a grandmother. Yes, it's a bit earlier than I'd hoped, but we Grangers don't turn our backs on our family. I'm sorry baby."
"It's ok mum, really. I'm not upset at you. I'm just glad to have you back," Hermione said, crying again.
Mother and daughter hugged around the awkwardness of Hermione's expanding belly, and were embraced by Hermione's father. "I'm sorry pumpkin." Jonathan Granger said, "You'll always be my princess, no matter what."
This brought a sob from Hermione, and a smile from Harry who was now standing between his fathers, just watching his fiancé reunite with her parents.
"You did good son," Sirius commented, and Remus nodded in agreement.
"Thanks dad, and...dad," Harry said with a bit of a laugh. That was still a bit weird to him, dad and dad.
Just then, Jonathan Granger let go of his wife and daughter and walked up to Harry. "I don't have to give you a speech about taking good care of my daughter, because I know you've been the one taking care of my princess while my wife and I were off being idiots. Thank you."
"I love Hermione, sir. No thanks needed." Harry replied, looking the slightly taller man in the eye.
"Good. Keep taking care of her, and we'll be just fine. And don't call me sir, it's Jonathan." Mr. Granger said.
"Alright, Jonathan," Harry said, trying out his soon to be father in law's first name.
The party began to flow with the champagne and sparkling cider. There was dancing and light drinking, and the entire Weasley clan, minus Ron of course, The Grangers, The Blacks and the soon to be married couple spent the rest of the evening in absolute bliss.
Once they had said their goodbyes to their guests and flooed back to Grimmauld Place, Harry and Hermione, with Harry's fathers' permission, headed for Harry's old bedroom to lay down.
Hermione changed out of her shimmery dress and into a pair of pajamas, and collapsed onto the bed. "I don't know where you're going to sleep," Hermione said from her spot in the middle of the bed. "Because I'm not moving."
"I think I could persuade you to move," Harry said with a smile. "How about a foot rub?"
That made Hermione scoot a bit to make room for Harry, and he sat on the edge of the bed, lifting her feet into his lap and, after summoning a bottle of lotion from the bathroom, massaging every inch of her feet and toes, until she was completely relaxed, and snoring softly.
After a few more minutes of massaging Hermione's feet, Harry gently lifted them out of his lap and placed them back on the bed. Hermione curled onto her side and stayed sound asleep, so Harry changed into his own pajamas and curled up behind her, scooting close and holding his beautiful bride to be against his chest.
It wasn't long before Hermione's rhythmic breathing had lulled Harry to sleep and tonight, he dreamed of his son and daughter. This time, they were going to their first year at Hogwarts, as students.