The celebrations had ended. Viktor and Hermione had attended the party, but left after a short while once they realised that the men's objective was to get as drunk as possible. Viktor used to enjoy such pass times. But now he simply didn't see the point. It was a week before their muggle wedding and Viktor felt he could burst from excitement. He had visited John and gone for a suit fitting, bringing along Ivan as his first man.
"I suppose this isn't your usual fancy wear is it boys?" John asked, chuckling as Viktor was measured.
"No. I have never worn a, ur, such a nice suit." He had to stop himself from saying the "m" word in front of the muggle. John laughed loudly and slapped Viktor on the back. Ivan remained very quiet, not having visited the muggle world often. He put a thumbs up when Viktor emerged in his suit. It was a classic black wedding suit with a light pink tie. Viktor looked in the mirror and for the first time, he could see himself at the alter. He looked nothing like himself, but he felt right, like the man that Hermione deserved. John was pleased with the outcome and reported to Jane that both boys looked as smart as any man he had seen.

Hermione felt incredibly nervous stood with her Mother in the muggle dress shop.
"I had one picked out. I hope you don't mind." Jane placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder as the woman brought the dress. Hermione had expected a big poofy ball gown, but she couldn't have been more wrong. She emerged from the dressing room and placed both hands over her mouth. She felt tears well in her eyes as she looked into the mirror. The dress was pure white. It exposed her shoulders, coming together in a sweetheart neckline. The waist was cinched and the skirt flowed effortlessly in a true princess fashion. It was the dress that she had secretly dreamed of as a child. Jane couldn't believe it as she looked at her daughter. She was a bride. Jane had never imagined her stubborn little girl being a bride. But here she was, the finest image Jane had ever seen. She placed both hands on Hermione's shoulders and stood in the reflection behind her.
"I could not be more proud of you." Jane whispered, placing a kiss to Hermione's cheek and that was when the tears began to fall. She turned in her Mother's embrace and flung her arms around her neck.
"Thank you, Mother. It couldn't be more perfect." Hermione assured her Mother, wiping the tears away from her eyes, anticipating what was to come.

Viktor sat in Ginny's living room, on the floor.
"Now, I've done a lot of research and I've found the vows that Hermione's Mum said that you would be reading." Ginny laid down the paper in front of Viktor. He was determined to make this wedding perfect for Hermione. The wizarding ceremony could be for the press and for his family. But this, this was for Hermione. At first, he was intimidated by the task. The vows were long, longer than he had anticipated. They started slow, reading out each line, He got angry, not at Ginny, at himself for his incompetence. Finally, it seemed that the words clicked together in his mind. He took Ginny's hands and recited the words, as best as he could. Ginny could not contain her emotions. His words were so true, so honest that she couldn't help the wave of emotion that engulfed her.
"You truly love her more than anything, don't you?" Ginny asked in a watery question.
"I have vaited four years for her to be my bride." He answered. "Ever since I see her, in that library with crazy hair and serious eyes. I know she is the only one for me. I light a candle for her during the var, hoping vith every part of me that she is safe. I do not know what I haff done to deserve her, but I love and cherish her every day, just as much as the first. And I hope, that I shall do the same for the rest of our lives." He felt himself run away with his emotions. Ginny felt a tear roll down her cheek.
"I think you've found your vows for the wizarding wedding." She held his hands just a little tighter and he smiled softly at her.
"Do you think so?" He asked and she nodded. Viktor couldn't thank Ginny enough for her time and help. He knew that her service was going to make all of the difference once the big day came.

Hermione stayed with her Mother the night before the wedding. She had bid Viktor good bye with a tight embrace and words of nervousness and excitement. It seemed somewhat like a fantasy that this was actually happening, that she was going to marry the man she had dreamt about since the day he had walked into the Hogwarts Library. She was unbelievably excited, yet a fear struck her that she couldn't explain. She sat with her Mother after dinner and prepared herself to talk about the knotting sensation in the pit of her stomach.
"Were you scared before you married Dad?" Hermione asked tentatively.
"Yes, of course. I think it is natural to be frightened before you make a large change in your life." Jane smiled at her daughter, glad that she was showing the signs of a bride to be.
"I fear that he will see me for who I am. The frightened little girl who still has nightmares about the war and still remembers the faces of everyone she ever killed." Hermione let her head fall into her hands in despair. Viktor was seemingly so perfect and she was so flawed from her own view.
"Hermione, he knows about what happened and he knows you. If after four years he doesn't then there is something out of order. He loves you because of every part of you, even the part which has nightmares and still sees those faces. He knows that you saved hundreds of thousands of people with those few lives you took, he knows that you are the best kind of person." Jane pulled her daughter into a tight embrace.
"Now, go and sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a big day." She sent Hermione to bed with not another word. She slept soundly that night, letting go of her fears and her anxiety, indulging in the excitement exclusively.

Viktor stood with his team, all dressed in muggle formal wear, as he had asked. He felt he might choke up, seeing the support he had from those around him. He feared, marrying a witch with muggle parents might have driven his friends away. Yet, here they stood, all excited for the new experience.
"Now, remember. You are all my rugby teammates from Bulgaria, okay? And no mention of the "m" word." Viktor felt sweat form at the back of his neck.
"Viktor, everything is going to be okay. We're going to be on our best behavior." Alexei patted him on the back in reassurance. With a nod, they all joined together and apparated.

Hermione sat in front of the mirror and looked at herself. Her hair was swept away from her face, her Mother had done her makeup and all that was left to do was put on the veil.
"I think I'll do the honours." Hermione heard Ginny's voice. She turned, smiling in sheer surprise.
"Ginny! What are you doing here?" She asked, seeing the redheaded witch in a bridesmaid's dress.
"Well I couldn't miss your wedding day now, could I?" She leant down from behind Hermione, embracing her. The two were then left alone and Ginny secured the veil, pulling it over Hermione's face.
"You don't think I'm making a mistake, do you?" She asked, sure that her younger self would have urged at the sight of her now.
"No. I have never been more proud of you. You are doing something that is going to make you unbelievably happy, even though it is something that wasn't in your plan." She embraced her and kissed her on the cheek.
"Just think, in a few hours, as far as the muggle world is concerned you will be Mrs Krum." She whispered excitedly and Hermione felt everything fall into place. As if the penny had dropped, she realised that the one thing she had been missing when thinking about her fears, was Viktor. She thought of him stood at the altar, waiting to spend the rest of his life with her. Willing to accept her lack of pure blood, willing to accept her for who she was despite all of her flaws.
"I can't believe it. I'm going to be married to Viktor Krum!" She whispered in sheer excitement, slapping a hand over her mouth.
"Now that's the spirit!" Ginny linked her arm in Hermione's and pulled her along.
"I hope you don't mind me being your maid of honour. Your Mum thought it might be more appropriate than one of your cousins you never talk to." Ginny giggled and Hermione felt everything fit into place.

Viktor entered the church with his men. It was beautifully decorated in white peonies and blush roses. The chapel was placed under the backdrop of rural England, with rolling fields and sheep. Viktor had never been in such a place and he thought it perfect for one of the most important days in his life. He watched the Priest's expression change to that of pure shock as he and his team entered the church. A few of Hermione's relatives sat on her side of the church, along with a few faces he recognised, including Luna and Rolf, who waved excitedly. The team took their seats in the pews and behaved perfectly. Viktor nodded to the Priest before turning back to Ivan for some last minute support.
"Everything looks perfect. You're one lucky man." Ivan whispered into Viktor's ear and saw him smile, glad that he had said something right.
Jane entered the chapel, stopping momentarily to take in the scene that was Viktor's quidditch team. She walked up to Viktor and straightened his tie.
"How are you feeling? You boys look wonderful!" She smiled at them both.
"I feel good. How is she?" He asked and Jane simply gave him a thumbs up, before taking her place in the front row.

Hermione's breath became heavier as she and Ginny approached the chapel.
"Wait, what's up?" Ginny stopped Hermione who was close to tears.
"It just looks so beautiful." She heard herself blubber. Ginny smiled and placed a hand to Hermione's cheek. They met John at the entrance of the chapel and he took Hermione's hand.
"Are you ready?" He asked and she nodded.
"Yes, yes I'm ready to go." She reassured him. He looked down at her and smiled.
"You look so beautiful, my little Hermione. I love you." He whispered down at her, tears touching his eyes.
"I love you too Dad." Hermione replied, not wanting to cry.

Viktor took a deep breath and turned as he saw everyone stand and heard the music start. He couldn't breath for a moment. She looked like an angel, dressed all in white, with her veil falling over her face. He felt his breath shudder as it came back to him. She smiled so sweetly at him that he sighed with relief. Here she was, looking more beautiful than he had ever seen anyone look in his life. She had not ran away, she had not called off the wedding, she was here, making the decision to spend the rest of her life with him.

Hermione could not believe the turnout. She saw her family and some of her muggle friends. But she couldn't believe it when she saw Luna and Rolf, with Cho, Cormac and Neville. What was more shocking still was the majority of the Vratsa team stood in suits and ties, all smiling and excited. Lastly, she saw Viktor, stood, in the finest suit Hermione had ever seen. He could have easily stepped into the role of a dashing spie, drinking martinis and fighting crime looking so dashing. The look in his eyes was that of utter devotion. She had never seen anyone look so in love before and it brought a tear to her eye.

John knew that Viktor was the right man for Hermione. However, he still felt a pang of heartbreak as he placed his daughter's hand into the large palm of Viktor Krum.
"Are you alright?" Jane asked as John joined her, with tears welling in his eyes.
"Yes, yes. I'm fine." He sniffled, not wanting to show weakness. Jane took his hand and squeezed it tightly as they all sat. The Priest read beautifully and Viktor could not believe that this was truly happening. Hermione was taken away by the ceremony of it all and Ivan watched Ginny's reaction, wondering if there special day was too far away. Finally, the moment came for the vows and Viktor felt surprisingly calm.
"I Viktor, take you Her-my-ninny, to be my vife, my partner in life and my one true love. I vill cherish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow and forever." He paused for a moment, but Ginny's encouragement behind Hermione pushed him on.
"I vill trust and honour you, I vill laugh vith you and cry vith you. I vill love you faithfully through the best and the vorst, through the difficult and the easy. What may come, I vill alvays be there. As I haff given you my hand to hold, I haff given you my life to keep. So help me God." He finished and Hermione let her mouth fall agape. He spoke so beautifully, with such clarity, that she felt intimidated by her own words.
"I Hermione, take you Viktor, to be my husband, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow and forever. I will trust you-" Her words became shaky as the tears fell onto her cheeks. Viktor squeezed her hands and smiled with such pride and love that she was inspired to continue.
"I will laugh with you and cry with you. I will love you faithfully through the best and the worst, through the difficult and the easy. What may come, I will always be there. As I have given you my hand to hold, I have given you my life to keep. So help me God." She managed to finish without becoming a blubbering mess. She just could not contain how happy she was in that moment.
"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The Priest announced and it seemed as if the whole church fell away, as if the Priest and all of the guests had left Hermione and Viktor alone. He let her shaking hand fall from his and removed the veil from her face, exposing the small droplets of joyful tears on her cheeks. He wiped them away with his thumb before pulling her face to his. The kiss was soft and innocent, a tender touch filled with such love that the cries of joy from the guests was the only sign that they were there.
"I love you, Mr Krum." Hermione whispered against his lips.
"I love you Mrs Krum." He replied and they giddily giggled against one another holding hands, foreheads touching, halfway to beginning their life together.