Chapter 1: The Wedding
Harry and Hermione were walking back to Hermione's house after going out. It was near midnight, and Hermione was tired, Harry could tell.
"Want me to carry you?" Harry asked.
"No, we're almost there." Hermione bit back a yawn.
They walked past a small meadow. There was a little pond, and the grass shone with dew.
"Harry, wait!" Hermione said. "I want to stop for a second. I used to play around here when I was little."
She started walking over to the pond. Harry slowly followed her.
'Hermi-" he stopped. She was standing next to the pond, and the moonlight bounced off the pond onto her hair. It shone like a halo. She looked so beautiful.
Do it now, said a voice inside his head. It's the perfect time.
"Hermione, can I ask you something?"
"Sure." She turned toward him. "What?"
"Hermione," Harry said softly. "From the first time I saw you I thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. As I got to know you, I knew you were perfect. I don't really have much to give you, except my everlasting love and devotion. So, Hermione Granger, will you marry me?"
Harry dug into his pocket and pulled out a ring. It had 3 diamonds in the center, with 3 rubies on each side. The golden band had a pattern of curves. It sparkled as Harry slipped it on her finger.
"Oh, Harry, I don't know what to say."
"Just say the truth," Harry whispered, taking hold of her hand.
Hermione had a million thoughts racing through her head. Should I say yes? I do love him, and I know he loves me. If I say no, what will he do? Am I too young? I'm only 19. But I love him…
"Yes, Harry, I will."
"Yes!" Harry shouted. He grabbed her around the waist and kissed her, his heart singing.
Hermione was standing in the bride's dressing room of Godric's Church. She was looking at herself in the full-length mirror. She was wearing all white (Duh). She had a sleeveless silk wedding dress (not wide at the bottom), high heels, and she had white nail polish. Her veil was connected to a silver tiara with fake diamonds. Her hair was up just like at the Yule Ball in her fourth year. She had no makeup, because she never wore it and never ever wanted to. She wasn't nervous, which surprised her and her mother. Her mother was pacing up and down the room.
"Is he nice?" her mother asked.
"Mum! Of course he is, you met him before, you should know!"
" Are you sure?"
"Yes!!"
"Sorry, honey, but I don't like the idea of you going away, especially with a wizard…"
"Mother!!!! Shut up, you're starting to act like Dad!" Hermione's dad wasn't coming, because ever since Hermione became a witch he had hated her, and he hated Harry and Ron and everybody.
"Oh, and Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Please don't cry."
"You nervous?" Ron asked. He was the best man (another duh).
"Yes! How can I not be!?"
"Well, as your best man and friend, I advise you to use these last few minutes of bachelorhood wisely."
"Okay." Harry burped the ABC's. "Hermi hates that," he said smiling.
"Okay, now that that's done, we should really go out there now and get you married and stuff."
Harry took a deep breath. "Right, onward!"
They both walked out.
Hermione was standing at the end of the line. She couldn't see Harry yet, but knew he was standing at the altar. She walked down the aisle.
Harry watched here every move. She was so beautiful. When she got to the altar. He winked at her. She smiled confidently back.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the joining of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger in holy matrimony. "Do you, Harry., take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do."
"And do you Hermione, take this man to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do."
They exchanged rings.
"If anyone has any reason that these two shouldn't be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever keep your silence."
There was a nervous pause, and Hermione half expected her father to burst in and stop the whole thing.
" Then I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!"
Harry took Hermione in his arms and gave her a long, sweet kiss. Everybody cheered, and when they broke apart, Harry could see unshed tears in Hermione's eyes.
"I love you, Hermione Potter," Harry whispered.
(A/N: Soooooooo, how was that? Personally I think it was cute. Be sure to check this story often, because there will be TONS of chapters, and new ones will come up every week or so. )