Nani?! The last chapter?! The final ending?!
I guess for you readers this must have taken forever... well I just want
to say, not for me. it seems like I just started this story. I remember
sitting down and making my little name and choosing my password and
starting typing and how cool it was when I posted my first chapter ever.
Okay, I sound like I'm giving a speech at a wedding... you know, giving
away my daughter/son. I guess it's kind of like that in a way... this
story really has been my pride and joy. I want to thank everyone for
reading it, I know it's pretty long. I also want to thank all of you who
dealt with waiting for chapters when I was having computer problems and
ankle problems and being away from home all summer..... thank you all so
much for that.
Without further adieu, the final conclusion of "Dayterrors and Nightdreams," by just another weasley
Ron's POV
She fainted. Holy shit. What do I do? I have to get her to the hospital wing. God, why is she so light? It's scary.... She's so pale and thin too, at least she's still breathing. If she's not I'll kill that guy... Madam Pomfrey, got to find her. There! Okay. No I won't leave! I DON'T CARE IF YOU HAVE TO EXAMINE HER! Fine, I'll wait here, but I'm not leaving the hospital wing!
hurry up! What is taking so long. Wake up already damn it! BLOODY HELL wake UP! Come on Minny, wake up, live damn it. I spent a lot of time and energy on this and I don't think I'll be able to last if you die. You have to live! I need you to live.
three days later
"Mr. Weasley!" A sharp voice rang out, "MR. WEASLEY!" it called louder. "Hmm? What? I'm up!" "Finally, you're awake." "Is there news? is she getting better?" "She's awake." "SHE'S AWAKE?!" "That's what I just said."
Ron dashed into the room where Hermione had been sleeping. He was shocked at what he saw, not only was she awake: she was sitting up, she had color in her cheeks, and her eyes were sparkling with life.
"It's working!" he thought happily, "Good Ol' Dumbledore."
"Good morning Minny, have a nice rest?" "Ha ha Ronald. Seriously though, how long have I been asleep?" "Er... I'd say three days." "Three days?! Oh, *please* say that you took notes for me!" "Actually, I sat here the whole time." "Ron, you didn't!" "I did." "What about classes?" "Harry's taking notes. And I got someone from your Arithmancy class to take notes for you... Terry Boot was it? Yeah, he wishes you well." "Ron, you're fantastic! You're absolutely perfect!" "Well, I don't like to brag," he said, giving her a cocky grin. "I love you." "I love you too," he said- suddenly quite serious. "I was scared you know, when you weren't coming round. I thought you were going to leave me." "I'm not leaving you Ron, not if I can help it."
Hermione was back to classes the next day, much to Madam Pomfrey's chagrin. She kept her grades up, got an award for her high OWL scores, and managed to blow all the teachers away with her final exam grades. As hard as he tried to avoid it, even Snape had to give her an A. So, as you can see, the time until summer had flown by, and before you could say Quidditch it was July.
"Oh Ginny... look at this one!" "Hermione it's gorgeous. Absolutely to die for! Try it on, try it on!" "I will, but oh-" "What's wrong?" "Look at the price on it, Gin." "Uh oh, did I just hear the word price?" Mrs. Granger asked. "Mother, I just want to make sure that the dress is reasonable." "Hermione! Sweet heart, you're my only daughter. We want your wedding to be perfect. Price is not a problem. Not only do your father and I make plenty of money, but also we have a little nest egg that we put away as soon as we married just for you. For cars, college, and eventually your wedding; and although they didn't end up like that the money is still yours." "Mom, it's way too much. This one is way too much, we'll find another more reasonable one!" "Try it on at least. Remember, we're can always get one made like it." Hermione rolled her eyes, but obliged and secretly rejoiced in doing so. She went into the dressing room and put it on (with help from her mother). Then she stepped out of the room and slowly made her way to the family and friends waiting for her. "Remind me," Harry said, "Why I'm here. I'm not a girl, I don't care about dresses." "You're the best man! Besides, we need your opinion Harry," Ginny told him. "A guy's opinion, and you know Ron better than anyone. You're here for his opinion." "Ron doesn't give a hoot. So long as it's her, in something presentable." "Well you can give suggestions like 'he might like one that has longer sleeves' or something." "My God! The only thing he's gonna say about that is 'it should show more cleavage.' I don't even know if he'd want that, with all the family there and everything." "Harry!" "It's true! Wow," he turned his head as Hermione walked down the isle of dressing rooms towards the mirror, her mother carrying the train. Ginny turned her head too, as did Hermione's cousin and Mrs. Weasley. "'Mione," Ginny said dreamily, "That dress was made for you." "I have to say I agree," Molly commented. "I love it!" exclaimed her cousin Maria (a/n: Maria is American and a cheerleader- no offence to cheerleaders but... yeah). Mrs. Granger brought her left hand up to her face and covered her mouth daintily, as though surprised, or as though it would muffle her sobs. She sat down next to Molly. "My little girl looks so grown up! I can't believe you're getting married!" She said through her tears.
Hermione stepped up onto the little stool before the tri-fold mirrors. The dress really was perfect. It had a relatively low-cut round neckline. The sleeves poofed just a tiny bit at the shoulders and ended right there with a tiny white silk band, and she wore it with elbow-length white gloves. The bodice was simple, white with stitching in vertical lines like a medieval or renaissance bodice would. The skirt joined the bodice in a point at her waist, and then it flowed (a/n: that's right Nicole, Julie, etc. it FLOWS because that is my power!) down and out. The skirt was white and a little puffy with a small train that followed Hermione beautifully as she walked. As she looked in the mirror, Hermione couldn't hold back her tears. She looked like a princess and she felt the part too, if it wasn't for the reason that all this started; her life would be perfect.
"Wow." It was the only word she could come up with. No matter how extensive her vocabulary was, Hermione was at a loss for words. Her mother sniffled. Come Hermione, lets take that off and get out of here." Hermione's eyes were suddenly filled with sorrow as she remembered the price tag. "Can I just look a little longer?" "Sweetie, we still have to find bridesmaids dresses, Ginny's dress (a/n: as mentioned in a previous chapter, Ginny's the Maid of Honor) and we have to meet the boys in an hour." "But Mum... I still don't have a dress." "Yes, you do." Hermione tore her eyes away from the mirror and stared at her mother. "It's too much!" "No, not for something that perfect. I think it's just the right price." Hermione bit her lip. "You're the best mom ever!" "I'm glad that you think so."
*FLASHBACK* (Ron's)
"Mr. Weasley, I have a proposition to make." "Yes Headmaster?" "Can I see the ring that you bought for Miss Granger?"
Ron's eyes popped out of his head.
"Ring sir?" "Yes, that is what you bought isn't it? If not... well if you snuck out for some other reason then I guess I can't over look this..." he murmured, more to himself than Ron. "I bought a ring..." He took the small box out of his pocket and handed it to the old man sitting across the desk. "A ruby?" The headmaster asked. "Yes sir." "There are many red stones that look just like rubies." "Yes there are, sir." "Muggle scientists use rubies in some types of lasers. Do you know what a laser is, Mr. Weasley?" "Vaguely." "Well, then you understand that rubies are rather powerful when used correctly." "I suppose so, sir." "Mr. Weasley, I know of another red stone... it looks just like a ruby if it was cut like this... that has even more power." Ron looked at the teacher, wondering if he was talking about what Ron though he was. "Yes," Dumbledore said slowly and softly, "Nicholas and I talked about this. We have a small gift that we think might... extend your happiness." Ron was speechless. "We can cut a small portion of the philosopher's stone into this shape and fit it into this ring before the night is over. It won't be used to turn things to gold or make her immortal, but it will keep her alive and strong much longer. However, if you don't want to tamper with these forces that's understandable and I can get you a blender instead." His eyes twinkled. Ron didn't know what the blender was, but he knew what he wanted. "Sir, I don't know how to thank you enough... I..." "Nonsense Mr. Weasley. You two, and Harry of course, not only *can* change the world, but you *will*. I know it, so does Nicholas. We all do... I'll have this returned to you in tip-top shape before the sun rises." "Thank you sir, thank you so much." "Again, no need for thanks. However, if you feel the need... a man can never have enough socks."
end of flashback
Hermione looked around the tiny white tent nervously. She fiddled with her jewelry, dress, hair, and anything else she could get her hands on.
"Mione?" Ginny asked. "I'm in here." Ginny parted the tent flaps and came in. "Oh you look marvelous. Ron's going to fall over when he sees you!" "I hope not! But I have the feeling that something horrid like that will happen." "It's just cold feet, but really- you look fantastic."
Hermione turned to the mirror. She looked like a princess... she wore her beautiful dress, her hair was up in a twist with little curls hanging down. Oh her head was a crown of small white flowers attached to her vale, which flowed down to the train of her dress. Her shoes were simple white heels. Her make-up perfect, everything flawless... the kind of perfection that makes you think something has to go wrong.
"Mione," Ginny broke in on her thoughts. "It's time." Taking a deep breath, Hermione turned to Ginny, "Lets roll."
Outside the tent, Hermione's father waited with Harry. He took Hermione's arm and Harry took Ginny's. Ron's four-year-old twin cousins, Mark and Marcy, took Hermione's train. As they started moving, the ushers and bridesmaids behind them, the wedding march started to play.
Ron's POV
My GOD! How long does it take? How long do I have to stand here and wait? What if she's not coming? What if she changed her mind? What if she doesn't love me? What if she loves Harry?! What if- WOW. Don't fall! Close your mouth! Don't drool! She's not going to want to marry you if you can't keep yourself upright and drool-free.
Look at the lake instead, pretty lake, nice squid, my GOD she looks gorgeous! Why the hell is she marrying me? She could do so much better. Gulp, what if she realizes that? What if she decides not to marry me? What if she says no in front of my whole family? What if... what if? Wow, she looks just as nervous as I feel. Why am I nervous? I love her, she loves me, this is what we want; and my looking nervous is probably only scaring her. I can't scare her! So I'll just put on a brave face and... What's that guy saying? My God this is a boring speech. Get on with it! I WANNA GET MARRIED!
Of course I'll love her and cherish her, through sickness and in health, better or worse, richer poorer, blah blah blah... I've already loved her through all of that.
"I do." "And do you Hermione..."
Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes...
"I do."
And her voice has never sounded so beautiful.
"I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may kiss the bride."
All I can say is: it's about time.
back to third person
After their kiss, Harry and Ginny brought forward two white chairs. Ron and Hermione sat down, and the chairs began to rise. Hermione reached out for Ron's hand, he grasped her's tightly and leaned over.
"Wingardium Leviosa," he whispered. "So," she asked him, "I'm a nightmare am I?" "No, you're what dreams are made of..."
As their chairs rose, music started playing while Harry and Ginny began to dance.
epilogue
Ron and Hermione, with the help of Albus Dumbledore and Nicholas Flammel, lived long and happily. They graduated school- Head Girl and Boy. Hermione continued her schooling after graduating Hogwarts, but Ron started immediately at the Ministry. Eventually he became the Minister of Magic, but not until he had a healthy and happy family of four. Ron and Hermione had two children: Nicholas and Erin. Both had the Weasley trademark of red hair and freckles, as well as the combination of Weasley temper and Granger stubbornness. Hermione, a talented medi-witch, stopped working when Nicholas was born but resumed as soon as Emily began attending Hogwarts.
(Harry and Ginny married a few years after Ginny graduated. They had six children... Five girls and a boy. Ginny was, somewhat obviously, a housewife; Harry started as an aurora, but stopped when his first daughter was born. He began teaching at Hogwarts when his last started to attend. He happily taught Defense Against the Dark Arts until the unfortunate passing away of Albus Dumbledore, after which Harry took over as Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.)
...AND THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER...
THANK YOU FOR READING! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY STORY!
REVIEW! PLEASE!
Questions or comments that you don't want to put up as a review? email me: cyaatthe711@hotmail.com
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~ just another weasley ~
Without further adieu, the final conclusion of "Dayterrors and Nightdreams," by just another weasley
Ron's POV
She fainted. Holy shit. What do I do? I have to get her to the hospital wing. God, why is she so light? It's scary.... She's so pale and thin too, at least she's still breathing. If she's not I'll kill that guy... Madam Pomfrey, got to find her. There! Okay. No I won't leave! I DON'T CARE IF YOU HAVE TO EXAMINE HER! Fine, I'll wait here, but I'm not leaving the hospital wing!
hurry up! What is taking so long. Wake up already damn it! BLOODY HELL wake UP! Come on Minny, wake up, live damn it. I spent a lot of time and energy on this and I don't think I'll be able to last if you die. You have to live! I need you to live.
three days later
"Mr. Weasley!" A sharp voice rang out, "MR. WEASLEY!" it called louder. "Hmm? What? I'm up!" "Finally, you're awake." "Is there news? is she getting better?" "She's awake." "SHE'S AWAKE?!" "That's what I just said."
Ron dashed into the room where Hermione had been sleeping. He was shocked at what he saw, not only was she awake: she was sitting up, she had color in her cheeks, and her eyes were sparkling with life.
"It's working!" he thought happily, "Good Ol' Dumbledore."
"Good morning Minny, have a nice rest?" "Ha ha Ronald. Seriously though, how long have I been asleep?" "Er... I'd say three days." "Three days?! Oh, *please* say that you took notes for me!" "Actually, I sat here the whole time." "Ron, you didn't!" "I did." "What about classes?" "Harry's taking notes. And I got someone from your Arithmancy class to take notes for you... Terry Boot was it? Yeah, he wishes you well." "Ron, you're fantastic! You're absolutely perfect!" "Well, I don't like to brag," he said, giving her a cocky grin. "I love you." "I love you too," he said- suddenly quite serious. "I was scared you know, when you weren't coming round. I thought you were going to leave me." "I'm not leaving you Ron, not if I can help it."
Hermione was back to classes the next day, much to Madam Pomfrey's chagrin. She kept her grades up, got an award for her high OWL scores, and managed to blow all the teachers away with her final exam grades. As hard as he tried to avoid it, even Snape had to give her an A. So, as you can see, the time until summer had flown by, and before you could say Quidditch it was July.
"Oh Ginny... look at this one!" "Hermione it's gorgeous. Absolutely to die for! Try it on, try it on!" "I will, but oh-" "What's wrong?" "Look at the price on it, Gin." "Uh oh, did I just hear the word price?" Mrs. Granger asked. "Mother, I just want to make sure that the dress is reasonable." "Hermione! Sweet heart, you're my only daughter. We want your wedding to be perfect. Price is not a problem. Not only do your father and I make plenty of money, but also we have a little nest egg that we put away as soon as we married just for you. For cars, college, and eventually your wedding; and although they didn't end up like that the money is still yours." "Mom, it's way too much. This one is way too much, we'll find another more reasonable one!" "Try it on at least. Remember, we're can always get one made like it." Hermione rolled her eyes, but obliged and secretly rejoiced in doing so. She went into the dressing room and put it on (with help from her mother). Then she stepped out of the room and slowly made her way to the family and friends waiting for her. "Remind me," Harry said, "Why I'm here. I'm not a girl, I don't care about dresses." "You're the best man! Besides, we need your opinion Harry," Ginny told him. "A guy's opinion, and you know Ron better than anyone. You're here for his opinion." "Ron doesn't give a hoot. So long as it's her, in something presentable." "Well you can give suggestions like 'he might like one that has longer sleeves' or something." "My God! The only thing he's gonna say about that is 'it should show more cleavage.' I don't even know if he'd want that, with all the family there and everything." "Harry!" "It's true! Wow," he turned his head as Hermione walked down the isle of dressing rooms towards the mirror, her mother carrying the train. Ginny turned her head too, as did Hermione's cousin and Mrs. Weasley. "'Mione," Ginny said dreamily, "That dress was made for you." "I have to say I agree," Molly commented. "I love it!" exclaimed her cousin Maria (a/n: Maria is American and a cheerleader- no offence to cheerleaders but... yeah). Mrs. Granger brought her left hand up to her face and covered her mouth daintily, as though surprised, or as though it would muffle her sobs. She sat down next to Molly. "My little girl looks so grown up! I can't believe you're getting married!" She said through her tears.
Hermione stepped up onto the little stool before the tri-fold mirrors. The dress really was perfect. It had a relatively low-cut round neckline. The sleeves poofed just a tiny bit at the shoulders and ended right there with a tiny white silk band, and she wore it with elbow-length white gloves. The bodice was simple, white with stitching in vertical lines like a medieval or renaissance bodice would. The skirt joined the bodice in a point at her waist, and then it flowed (a/n: that's right Nicole, Julie, etc. it FLOWS because that is my power!) down and out. The skirt was white and a little puffy with a small train that followed Hermione beautifully as she walked. As she looked in the mirror, Hermione couldn't hold back her tears. She looked like a princess and she felt the part too, if it wasn't for the reason that all this started; her life would be perfect.
"Wow." It was the only word she could come up with. No matter how extensive her vocabulary was, Hermione was at a loss for words. Her mother sniffled. Come Hermione, lets take that off and get out of here." Hermione's eyes were suddenly filled with sorrow as she remembered the price tag. "Can I just look a little longer?" "Sweetie, we still have to find bridesmaids dresses, Ginny's dress (a/n: as mentioned in a previous chapter, Ginny's the Maid of Honor) and we have to meet the boys in an hour." "But Mum... I still don't have a dress." "Yes, you do." Hermione tore her eyes away from the mirror and stared at her mother. "It's too much!" "No, not for something that perfect. I think it's just the right price." Hermione bit her lip. "You're the best mom ever!" "I'm glad that you think so."
*FLASHBACK* (Ron's)
"Mr. Weasley, I have a proposition to make." "Yes Headmaster?" "Can I see the ring that you bought for Miss Granger?"
Ron's eyes popped out of his head.
"Ring sir?" "Yes, that is what you bought isn't it? If not... well if you snuck out for some other reason then I guess I can't over look this..." he murmured, more to himself than Ron. "I bought a ring..." He took the small box out of his pocket and handed it to the old man sitting across the desk. "A ruby?" The headmaster asked. "Yes sir." "There are many red stones that look just like rubies." "Yes there are, sir." "Muggle scientists use rubies in some types of lasers. Do you know what a laser is, Mr. Weasley?" "Vaguely." "Well, then you understand that rubies are rather powerful when used correctly." "I suppose so, sir." "Mr. Weasley, I know of another red stone... it looks just like a ruby if it was cut like this... that has even more power." Ron looked at the teacher, wondering if he was talking about what Ron though he was. "Yes," Dumbledore said slowly and softly, "Nicholas and I talked about this. We have a small gift that we think might... extend your happiness." Ron was speechless. "We can cut a small portion of the philosopher's stone into this shape and fit it into this ring before the night is over. It won't be used to turn things to gold or make her immortal, but it will keep her alive and strong much longer. However, if you don't want to tamper with these forces that's understandable and I can get you a blender instead." His eyes twinkled. Ron didn't know what the blender was, but he knew what he wanted. "Sir, I don't know how to thank you enough... I..." "Nonsense Mr. Weasley. You two, and Harry of course, not only *can* change the world, but you *will*. I know it, so does Nicholas. We all do... I'll have this returned to you in tip-top shape before the sun rises." "Thank you sir, thank you so much." "Again, no need for thanks. However, if you feel the need... a man can never have enough socks."
end of flashback
Hermione looked around the tiny white tent nervously. She fiddled with her jewelry, dress, hair, and anything else she could get her hands on.
"Mione?" Ginny asked. "I'm in here." Ginny parted the tent flaps and came in. "Oh you look marvelous. Ron's going to fall over when he sees you!" "I hope not! But I have the feeling that something horrid like that will happen." "It's just cold feet, but really- you look fantastic."
Hermione turned to the mirror. She looked like a princess... she wore her beautiful dress, her hair was up in a twist with little curls hanging down. Oh her head was a crown of small white flowers attached to her vale, which flowed down to the train of her dress. Her shoes were simple white heels. Her make-up perfect, everything flawless... the kind of perfection that makes you think something has to go wrong.
"Mione," Ginny broke in on her thoughts. "It's time." Taking a deep breath, Hermione turned to Ginny, "Lets roll."
Outside the tent, Hermione's father waited with Harry. He took Hermione's arm and Harry took Ginny's. Ron's four-year-old twin cousins, Mark and Marcy, took Hermione's train. As they started moving, the ushers and bridesmaids behind them, the wedding march started to play.
Ron's POV
My GOD! How long does it take? How long do I have to stand here and wait? What if she's not coming? What if she changed her mind? What if she doesn't love me? What if she loves Harry?! What if- WOW. Don't fall! Close your mouth! Don't drool! She's not going to want to marry you if you can't keep yourself upright and drool-free.
Look at the lake instead, pretty lake, nice squid, my GOD she looks gorgeous! Why the hell is she marrying me? She could do so much better. Gulp, what if she realizes that? What if she decides not to marry me? What if she says no in front of my whole family? What if... what if? Wow, she looks just as nervous as I feel. Why am I nervous? I love her, she loves me, this is what we want; and my looking nervous is probably only scaring her. I can't scare her! So I'll just put on a brave face and... What's that guy saying? My God this is a boring speech. Get on with it! I WANNA GET MARRIED!
Of course I'll love her and cherish her, through sickness and in health, better or worse, richer poorer, blah blah blah... I've already loved her through all of that.
"I do." "And do you Hermione..."
Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes...
"I do."
And her voice has never sounded so beautiful.
"I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may kiss the bride."
All I can say is: it's about time.
back to third person
After their kiss, Harry and Ginny brought forward two white chairs. Ron and Hermione sat down, and the chairs began to rise. Hermione reached out for Ron's hand, he grasped her's tightly and leaned over.
"Wingardium Leviosa," he whispered. "So," she asked him, "I'm a nightmare am I?" "No, you're what dreams are made of..."
As their chairs rose, music started playing while Harry and Ginny began to dance.
epilogue
Ron and Hermione, with the help of Albus Dumbledore and Nicholas Flammel, lived long and happily. They graduated school- Head Girl and Boy. Hermione continued her schooling after graduating Hogwarts, but Ron started immediately at the Ministry. Eventually he became the Minister of Magic, but not until he had a healthy and happy family of four. Ron and Hermione had two children: Nicholas and Erin. Both had the Weasley trademark of red hair and freckles, as well as the combination of Weasley temper and Granger stubbornness. Hermione, a talented medi-witch, stopped working when Nicholas was born but resumed as soon as Emily began attending Hogwarts.
(Harry and Ginny married a few years after Ginny graduated. They had six children... Five girls and a boy. Ginny was, somewhat obviously, a housewife; Harry started as an aurora, but stopped when his first daughter was born. He began teaching at Hogwarts when his last started to attend. He happily taught Defense Against the Dark Arts until the unfortunate passing away of Albus Dumbledore, after which Harry took over as Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.)
...AND THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER...
THANK YOU FOR READING! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY STORY!
REVIEW! PLEASE!
Questions or comments that you don't want to put up as a review? email me: cyaatthe711@hotmail.com
I LOVE YOU ALL!!!
~ just another weasley ~
