Body (2 months, 1 week, 4 days, 14 hours, 30 minute, and 53 seconds, Hermione remember exactly)

Harry looked down the aisle, Hermione was at the end wearing a sleeveless white-gown, and a veil that hung down to her waist. The organ started playing the wedding march and she started walking towards him. She handed her bouquet-of-lilies to her maid-of-honor, Ginny. On Harry's other side was standing Sirus and Ron, Harry's best men. "We are gathered here today," Dumbledore started, they had ask him to preform the service. Harry stared at Hermione, the sunlight streaming on her hair from the beautiful stain glass window of the Madonna (A/N~ the Madonna is a name sometimes used for Mary). She smiled at him, that smile still made him go weak in the knees.

"*Harry*!" Hermione elbowed him in the side.

"Huh," Harry muttered, shaking his head to clear it.

"He just asked you if you took Herm to be your wife." Ron whispered.

"Oh," Harry whispered to himself, he looked around, everyone was staring at him, Hermiones father was giving him a look to kill. Then Harry said in a very loud voice, "I do!"

"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife." Dumbledore turned to Harry, "You may kiss the bride." Harry lifted her veil and kissed her once, then kissed her again for good measure.

"Oh come on," Ron said, "Get a room, come up for air, you'll have an entire life time to to swap spit while playing tonsil hockey, we don't need to witness it." They all started to laugh.

"May I present Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter." Dumbledore said with a smile. The newly weds made their way down the aisle accompanied by the cheers of their friends, family, and occasional press, who were shooting confetti from their wands.

"What was that all about," Hermione ask Harry as they climbed on thier new double broom marked with a 'Just Hitched' sign.

"Lost in your beauty," he replied. She kissed him. There was a comminitive 'Ahhh' from the crowd accompanied by a 'What did I tell you two' from Ron. The broom slowly rose as Hermione held on to Harry's waist, and as clesha as it sounds, the flew of into the sun set.

THE END

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A/N~ Voldemort is NOT dead, he is just in hiding. I just decided that I didn't want to bother writing plot.

Thanks~ First and foremost I would like to thank everyone who has R/R.

I would like to also thank Corinne, Katie D., and Katie S. (who is not @ this time a fanfic author) for putting up with my random babbling, chicken scratch writing, and miss spelled words.

Finally to Silveray, First I would like to know who you r to know for sure Mary is never called Madonna. I know for certain she is, my priest confremed that and, I'm no quoting Webster Dictionary, "Madonna- 1. Mary, mother of Jesus. 2. a picture or statue of Mary." So there! I also find it to be cowardly to so strongly criticize someone like that and then not leave away for them to defend themself to u.