A/N: Here's the next chapter and a special thanks to my only reviewer!
Chapter 2
Harry mounted his broom at the sound of the whistle and flew into the air, searching for the snitch. He found a row of red-haired people towards the top of the stands watching him fly through the air. Then he saw Hermione waving to him and felt his heart skip a beat. He wasn't even aware that his team was winning so far. The game had only been going on for about a half hour when Harry caught the snitch and flew to the ground. Hermione ran onto the field and threw her arms around his shoulder. Harry hugged her and swung her around. Harry's teammates watched him with smiles on their faces. Snow was starting to fall and Harry offered his cloak to Hermione. She accepted it and they walked off the field hand in hand. Harry never wanted this moment to end, but he had to leave in a matter of hours to go to America. Hermione handed Harry his cloak back and turned to go into her home. She stopped suddenly and turned around, tears in her eyes.
"Harry! I don't want you to go!" She said, throwing her arms around his neck.
"I'll be back before you know it," Harry said hugging her back.
"Be careful." Hermione cried into his shoulder.
"I will," Harry said kissing her on the lips. She broke away slowly and headed into her house.
"Write me every day," She said opening the door.
"I will, I promise," Harry said and apparated to his home.
Harry knocked on Hermione's door and waited for an answer. It had been the longest two weeks of his life. His Quidditch team was going to the World Cup though. Hermione answered the door and cried out in surprise.
"Harry!" She said, running into his outstretched arms. "I missed you!"
"I missed you two! But I'm back and we can now start our wedding plans," Harry replied.
"Yes, come in come in! Mom wants to help, if it's all right with you," Hermione said.
"Of course," Harry said, following her inside.
"I'm so glad your ok, there was news that You-know-who was going to America," Hermione said, leading him into the living room.
"He did show up, but was too late. The Quidditch field is destroyed now, but luckily the game had been over," Harry said taking a seat. Mrs. Granger came in with a big book that looked like a photo album.
"What's that Mom?" Hermione asked.
"These are pictures of your father and my wedding. I thought you might like to see it to get some ideas," Mrs. Granger said, handing Hermione the photo album.
"Ok," Hermione said, opening it and flipping through the pictures. "Mom, you wore a beautiful dress."
"Thank you dear, I still have it if you want to wear it," Mrs. Granger said.
"Sure," Hermione said, handing Harry the album and following her mother. "You can't come, sorry Harry, but it's bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding."
"But we're not getting married until the summer," Harry pouted.
"Too bad," Hermione said, smiling. "Just look at the book while I'm gone."
"Ok fine," Harry said, opening the photo album. He had looked through the whole book twice by the time Hermione returned. "How'd it go?"
"Well the that's one thing off our list. What kind of flowers should we have?" Hermione asked.
"Any kind," Harry replied.
"I was thinking white and red roses," Hermione replied.
"Ok," Harry said shrugging. They continued down the list they had prepared, writing things down, and checking things off. Finally by 8 that night they were almost done.
"Hermione, who's going to be your brides maids?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"Well I was thinking about Ginny, and Nadine, and it would only be polite if Lavender and Parvati were one since they are invited," Hermione replied.
"I'll take you five shopping this week then," Mrs. Granger said.
"Harry who is going to be your best man?" Hermione asked.
"You should have already figured that out," Harry laughed.
"Oh of course! Ron!" Hermione said, smiling. Harry nodded. Mr. Granger walked in then.
"Dad! You have to see my wedding dress!" Hermione said, running up to him and hugging him.
"All right dear," Mr. Granger said.
"I better go," Harry said standing up.
"Bye Harry! I'll see you soon!" Hermione said, giving him a hug. Harry didn't dare kiss her in front of Mr. Granger. Harry had a feeling that Mr. Granger didn't like him much at all. Harry disappeared with a small pop and reappeared at home.
"You were gone awhile," Sirius said when Harry popped up in the living room.
"I know, so many plans!" Harry said, slumping down into a chair.
"When are you going to look for a house?" Sirius asked.
"This weekend," Harry replied.
"Have you figured out where you're going for the honeymoon?" Remus asked.
"We're going to discuss that this weekend too," Harry said.
"You look tired," Remus pointed out.
"I am, so many plans," Harry said sleepily.
"Well just think of what you get to look forward to the wedding night," Sirius said with a grin.
"Sirius!" Harry said, throwing a couch pillow at Sirius's face. It hit him on the nose and fell to the ground.
"Ok fine be that way!" Sirius joked.
"I will, good night," Harry said and headed upstairs.
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Harry was all jitters that morning. He had the hotel reservations in one of his suitcases, the house was painted and neatly furnished, the sun was out, a perfect day for a wedding.
"You'll be fine," Ron said, patting Harry on the back.
"I know I know," Harry said nervously.
"Just think, in a half hour you'll be a married man," Ron replied.
"And in a few months you will be," Harry pointed out. Ron smiled, he had asked Nadine to marry him in April and they would be married the first weekend in November.
"Harry are you ready?" Sirius asked, peeking his head into the room. Harry nodded nervously and walked out of the room, Ron right behind him. Harry made his way to the alter making sure the rings were in his pocket. A few minutes later the organ sounded and the people in the chairs stood up. Hermione walked down the aisle with her father, a huge smile on her face. Harry thought she had never looked more beautiful. Her dress fit her perfectly; her hair was up in a fancy bun, with a few strands curling around her chin. Her red and white rose bouquet was in her dainty hands. Harry felt his nervousness leave him when Hermione reached the alter. After they made their vows, Harry placed the ring on Hermione's finger, and she placed the other one on his. They then kissed and made their way down the aisle towards the reception. Harry had never been happier in his life.
During the reception Harry felt like he would never be able to eat again. Ever few seconds someone would come up to him and Hermione and wish them luck or tell them congratulations or have a long conversation with them. Just as Harry was about to eat some wedding cake Mr. Granger came up.
"Hi Dad!" Hermione said, hugging her father.
"I'm glad she picked you, Harry. I didn't want to give up my daughter, but I can see she chose a good husband," Mr. Granger said.
"Thanks," Harry said, as Mr. Granger shook his hand. Hermione threw the bouquet in the air as her and Harry left a few minutes later. Nadine caught it and hugged Ron when she had. Harry grabbed Hermione around the waste and apparated to the hotel room. They would be heading to Italy the next morning to begin their honeymoon. Harry brought Hermione into the hotel room kissed her on the lips. She kissed him back and slowly fell onto the bed.