Hermione stood in the parlour, waiting for Viktor to come downstairs and take her to the wedding. Harry was sitting on the couch, tea in one hand and a biscuit in the other.

"How do I look?" Hermione asked him.

She twirled around, showing off the knee length dress. It was a sheath dress with three quarter length sleeves in a cream colour. There was green and gold embroidery along the edges of the dress in the shape of holly.

A gold ribbon cinched her waist, a cluster of holly leaves and berries decorating the front. Her shoes were gold pumps with more holly decorating the toes. She looked very festive to say the least.

"Beautiful Hermione. Absolutely beautiful," Harry said once he had swallowed his bite of biscuit.

Hermione blushed, and looked down at her feet. While she had done her best to look pretty, even taking the time to pull her hair into something manageable, she still sometimes felt like she couldn't accept compliments.

"Where are you going?" Ron asked from the door. He had a packet of biscuits, and was going to join Harry on the couch.

"A wedding," Hermione said.

"I hope it's not yours," Ron said.

Hermione held up her hands. Aside from a small golden chain on her left wrist, there wasn't any jewelry there. She was wearing her necklace, but that was sort of expected.

"Nope, no ring," she said.

"Then why are you wearing white? Isn't there some rule about that?" Ron asked. "Something about clashing with the bride."

Harry and Hermione shared a look and couldn't keep their grins off their faces. They were having marginally better luck not bursting into giggles. Marginally.

"Ron, bud, I don't think she's going to have a problem with that," Harry said.

"Why not? Do muggles have some sort of weird customs?" Ron asked.

"I'm going to Cassius Warrington's wedding to Cedric Diggory," Hermione said. "I really think I'll have a hard time clashing with a bride who doesn't exist."

Ron looked up at the ceiling, obviously thinking it over. "I guess that makes sense then," he said. "Just don't do anything too crazy."

Hermione rolled her eyes. She wasn't expecting anything to get crazy. It was just a wedding. And from the few she had been to, her cousins, she hadn't noticed anything unusual. Maybe there were some people who got pretty drunk, but she doubted that would be her. She wasn't planning on drinking.

Viktor came down, smoothing his tie. "You ready?" he asked Hermione, kissing her temple.

"As ready as could be expected," Hermione said. She was smiling in spite of the fact that her stomach felt like butterflies were swarming all of a sudden.

"You look loffly," he said before pulling them into the fireplace and flooing to the venue for the wedding.

Hermione was very grateful for Viktor's arm around her waist when they exited the floo. As convenient as magical travel was, it wasn't the most pleasant. And she was sure she would have stumbled and fallen if her boyfriend wasn't keeping her upright.

"Viktor," a distinctly high French voice came from across the room.

"Fleur, vhat are you doing here?" Viktor asked.

"Ze same ting as you," she said. "We are here for ze wedding."

Fleur walked over, a red head with long hair and a fang earing trailing behind her.

"Bill?" Hermione asked.

"Hermione?" Bill said though he was less confused. "Ron said you were dating Viktor, but I didn't think it was this serious."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course Ron would say something like that," she laughed. "He's been insistent that this wouldn't last since the end of the last school year."

"That sounds like Ron," Bill said. "Would you like to join us?"

Hermione looked at Viktor and back at Bill. "We would love to."

The ceremony was beautiful. Everyone cried. Even Bill got a little teary eyed, though he would adamantly deny it if anyone pressed. Viktor couldn't hide his tears, and didn't even try.

The reception was more fun than the ceremony. There was so much food that Hermione spent the first ten minutes just looking over the buffet table before even deciding on anything. And they hadn't even brought out the cake yet.

The first dance was one of the most beautiful things that Hermione had seen, other than the actual wedding. She felt like she was going to cry again, and was just beyond grateful that her makeup was charmed so that it wouldn't run.

When that dance was over, Viktor pulled her onto the floor. She almost melted into his arms, so glad to have him there with her. The weddings she had been to alone weren't particularly fun. And she was sure, even though this one was nicer, it would have wound up being the same.

Swirling around, she found that she could see herself in a similar positon with him. The dress was similar, though longer and more elegant. And they were a bit older. But right then, Hermione knew that she could see herself marrying Viktor.

"Vat are you thinking?" Viktor asked as he twirled her around the room.

"Nothing important," she said blushing. She tried to hide her face in his chest, and probably would have managed it if Viktor wasn't so persistent.

He tilted her head up, and found her cheeks very red. She wouldn't meet his gaze, and was biting her lip, trying to avoid the conversation that was happening in her head.

"I'll tell you later," she conceded.

Viktor was very confused. He knew she had been caught up in her thoughts for a while, but he wasn't going to push it. He knew that she would talk once she was comfortable with the idea or the location.

Instead he just held her close until Bill pulled him aside for a moment.

Hermione was confused. According to her knowledge, the two hadn't ever met previously. Maybe they had come into contact at the triwizard tournament the previous year, but that seemed unlikely. Hermione just shook her head and wandered back to the table to sit next to Fleur.

"Any clue what that was about?" she asked.

"Non," Fleur muttered. "Bill has been distracted since we got here."

Hermione shook her head. "And now he's gone and dragged Viktor into whatever it is that he's worried about."

It wasn't long before they returned, obviously done with whatever it was that they were planning. Hermione noted that Bill seemed calmer, but how she noticed that she wasn't sure. It was probably just that his shoulders seemed looser.

Hermione looked at Viktor inquisitively. "Are you going to tell me what's going on?" she whispered.

He pulled her away from Fleur, and leaned down. "I can't say vith her listening. Is not for me to share Bill's secret."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Just tell me that Bill's planning on telling her. I don't think I could handle that."

Viktor whispered in her ear. "He's planning on proposing."

Hermione's jaw dropped. Everything fell into place. It made so much sense for Bill to be nervous. And, it was pretty common for men to be nervous around Fleur. But it also made sense why he had asked Viktor for advice.

"What was he wanting your help with?" she asked.

"He vas vondering if I had asked you to marry me." Viktor blushed a little at the admission.

Hermione shook her head. "I know we haven't even really talked about that yet. I thought that there would be more time before people started asking that question."

"Ve don't haff to talk about it yet," Viktor assured her.

"Maybe not, but I've told you that unless you decide you don't want me, I'm not going anywhere. I love you."

Viktor kissed his girlfriend, his soulmate, and the woman that he one day wanted to call his wife. He wasn't about to propose to her then and there, but he would one day.

"Ve vill talk about it later," he promised.

"Sounds good," Hermione mumbled into his chest.


"It was beautiful. Harry, you totally should have come," Hermione said to the boys later.

"I did send them an owl as soon as Mr. Weasley was attacked saying that I was sorry but felt it better to spend time here," he said.

"I know," Hermione said. She did. But she thought it would have been nice for him to have some sort of break from all the stress that was clouding his mind. "But you should have seen it. It was the most beautiful thing ever. Even Viktor cried during the binding."

"I thought that guy didn't cry at anything," Ron said.

"You vould cry if you saw loff that special," Viktor said. He sat down on the couch next to Hermione with a book in one hand.

Ron rolled his eyes. "I doubt I'd cry at a wedding."

Hermione scoffed. "Just because you have the emotional capacity of a teaspoon."


A/N: It's done. Yay. And on Valentine's day no less. Hope you all enjoy your holiday. And I hope that everyone who doesn't like the holiday much has a happy Batman day.