Finally, the moment you've been waiting for................................................
THE WEDDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, they really are getting married! For more information, read on!!!! Oh yeah, and I know the wedding won't be very traditional, but remember, it's supposed to be short and sweet.
Disclaimer: Grrrrrrr......I really hate these things! I don't own Harry Potter people and places. I do, however, own four very entertaining Harry Potter dolls................
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In an instant, we had arrived at our destination. It was an old, tiny church somewhere on the coast of England, no more than five yards away from the shore and the stormy grey sea. There were already a few cars parked by the side of the church. We went in, going straight to the chapel. My guests, who consisted of my entire Quidditch team, my grandparents, and a few aunts and uncles, were all sitting on the left side of the church. Hermione's where all sitting on the right side. To my surprise, I spotted Harry Potter and her other friend from Hogwarts, the one who had asked for my autograph, among them. There were also four elderly people, obviously Hermione's grandparents. They were all looking at me shrewdly, sizing me up. One of her grandmothers whispered something to the other one, and they both glared at me. Quickly, I looked away and took my place next to the alter. My team mates, sitting not far away, kept grinning at me and giving me the thumbs-up, but I ignored them. I hadn't told them the whole story; undoubtedly, they had no idea my bride was only fourteen years old. As I waited for what seemed like forever, a few more guests for Hermione filtered in. For once in my life, I wasn't thinking things over as I waited; I was too scared. Finally, the pastor took his place up at the alter. He gave me an encouraging smile, which I weakly returned, then he turned and signaled a middle-aged woman sitting at an old organ to begin playing. The music began: a moment later, the doors at the end of the church began to creak open. My heart began pounding painfully hard, and I was trembling uncontrollably. I knew my face had gone white; I was scared out of my mind, and for one insane second, I considered running for it. But then, Hermione walked through the door, and I forgot everything. All I could do was stare as she made her way down the aisle. Never, in my entire life, had I ever seen anyone or anything as beautiful as she. Hermione was wearing pure white robes, with long flowing sleeves and skirt, and a rather tight bodice. Her hair was in one big braid, wrapped around her head and interlaced with tiny white flowers. It was like seeing an angel. When she reached the alter, she turned to me, and I saw that her eyes were filled with tears, and I could tell that mine were on the verge of doing the same. I offered her my arm, as my father had instructed me. She took it, we turned and faced the alter, and the ceremony began.
We are gathered here today to witness the Holy union of these two souls..... The pastor's voice was strong and loud, and filled the whole church. I hung on his every word, fearful of missing something and embarrassing Hermione or myself. At the same time, I couldn't help but focus my attention on the girl standing next to me, her arm hooked through mine. I could feel Hermione trembling, and I knew I was as well. In the drafty old church, I was acutely aware of how warm her body was; it seemed as though the heat was radiating off of her and being welcomed by my skin, which was cold and clammy from nerves and frigid ocean air. From where I was standing, I swear I could hear her heart beating. Or maybe it was mine. All of the sudden, I realized the pastor was speaking directly to me.
Mr. Krum, do you have the ring? My stomach gave an odd twist as I reached into my pocket and pulled out the ring. Hermione and I turned to face each other, and as I slipped the ring onto her finger, I felt her slide one onto mine. Then, as we grasped each other's hands, waiting for the final ceremony, her eyes met mine for the first time. And as the pastor spoke, I could feel something happening inside me.
Do you, Viktor Krum, take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, as long as you both shall live?
As I opened my mouth to answer, I felt an odd sensation in my chest. It was almost as if my heart had disappeared, and as I spoke, I looked directly into Hermione's beautiful eyes, and I knew she felt it too.
I do, I said softly, a tear running down my cheek. Hermione was also crying.
Do you, Hermione Granger, take this man to be your lawful wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, as long as you both shall live?
I do, Hermione choked out. My hands convulsively tightened around her's.
By the power vested in me.....
The emptiness in my chest disappeared, replaced by a fluttery, sparking feeling......
....and by the power vested in this church of God....
....like a two pieces of rock being smashed together.......
....I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.
As I slowly leaned down towards Hermione, placing on hand gently on her arm, the other one grasped tightly in her hand, the feeling intensified. Then, as our lips met, the feeling paused for a split second, then, where my heart was supposed to be, there was light. I could feel it as I kissed my new wife. Somehow, I knew that as our lips had touched, our souls had become one. All too soon, the kiss ended, and there we stood, married. There was scattered applause, and a few cheers, most of which came from my teammates. I couldn't help but smile, and Hermione managed a small grin as well. I offered her my arm again, she took it, and together we walked back down the aisle. Once we were in the small entry hall outside of the chapel, I helped her into her coat, and we were about to leave when she stopped.
Just a minute, Viktor, she said. I want to say goodbye to Ron and Harry. I nodded, and she hurried over to where they were standing. I stood there, watching as she spoke to them and gave each of them a hug, but turned when I felt someone tap me lightly on the shoulder. It was my father.
I said awkwardly. Father smiled at me, putting one hand on my shoulder.
Congratulations, Viktor. You are a married man now. I gave him a small smile.
He patted my shoulder, than said,
I don't have much advice to give, but I can tell you this: take good care of her, and be the best husband you can. I nodded, and Father gave my shoulder another pat, turned to leave, and paused.
I turned again.
Yes, Father? I noticed that he looked as if he felt a little awkward.
I just want you to know......I love you, son, he said gruffly. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes again, but I kept them down.
I love you too, Father, I said hoarsely. He gave me a small smile, then left. I stared after him for a moment, then turned to look for Hermione.
She was now being hugged and kissed by her parents and relatives, and to my surprise, Harry Potter and the red-headed boy were making their way towards me. When they reached me, they both shook my hand and congratulated me. Harry gave me a small smile.
I can't believe you two are married, he said, shaking his head. It's just so......weird. I gave a small laugh.
Tell me about it. Harry grinned.
Best of luck to you both, he said, than added in a mock-threatening voice, but if your not good to Hermione, Ron and I will come kick your ass! I laughed again, and replied,
Don't vorry, I'll be so good she von't know vhat to do vith me. Harry grinned again, and they left. As they walked away, I saw Hermione's parents giving her one last hug, then she finally came back to me.
I asked as she joined me. Hermione nodded.
I pulled a special Portkey out of my pocket. We both waved goodbye to our guests, and then, Hermione placed one hand over the Portkey in my palm. In an instant, we were home. Hermione looked up at the house with an awed expression on her face.
Do you like it? I asked her anxiously.
Viktor, it's wonderful! she replied. It's like a castle! Relieved, I gave her a shy grin, then led her inside her new home. Judging by her face, Hermione was just as impressed with the inside. Her head kept turning to look at everything as I gave her a quick tour.
I said as I led her up a spiral staircase to one the spare room in one of the towers, vill be your room. We both went inside so she could have a look around. All Hermione's things had been sent, bit by bit over the previous week, and were waiting to be unpacked, which Hermione began doing immediately.
Can I help? I inquired, wanting to make myself useful. Hermione nodded, and handed me a load of school clothes.
Sure, put these in the closet, will you? I began putting the clothes on hangers, trying to smooth them out nicely.
I vould haff unpacked for you, I told her, but I did not vant to invade your privacy. Hermione smiled at me from across the room, where she was folding clothes and putting them away in the bureau.
Thanks anyway, she said appreciatively. After we had gotten everything unpacked and put away, the room looked very different. It had been comfortable to begin with, but now it had a lived in look. Hermione and I went back downstairs again, and I told her she could look around some more while I made dinner. Luckily, my mother had forced me to learn how to cook, so I was reasonably confident I would be able to handle it. About an hour and a few minor mishaps later, I was finished. I quickly set the table, lit two candle with a poke of my wand in a feeble attempt to appear romantic, and called Hermione in. She walked in, and her eyes widened.
Wow, Viktor, she said, looking at me in amazement as we sat down. I didn't know you could cook! I shrugged.
My mother made me learn, I told her. She laughed, and we began to eat.
After dinner, it was late, so we decided to head on up to bed. I escorted Hermione to the bottom of the staircase leading up to her room. For a few endless moments, we just stood there, not knowing what to do. Finally, deciding we would be standing there all night if one of us didn't do something, I spoke.
I hope you vill be comfortable, Herm-own-ninny. Hermione smiled, somewhat shyly.
Oh, I'm sure I will be. The room is very cozy, she replied. I nodded, nervously shifting my weight from one foot to the other. Just then, a huge boom of thunder sounded, making us both jump, and through a tiny window, I saw rain begin to pour down in heavy sheets. I cursed quietly in Bulgarian, then turned to Hermione.
You vill probably vant to light the fireplace. Othervise, it could become very cold in the tower. There are extra blankets in the closet. Hermione nodded.
There was another awkward silence. After about a minute in which both of us stared at the floor like it was the Eighth Wonder of the World, our eyes met, and on some crazy impulse, I leaned down and gave her a quick kiss.
I stammered, feeling my face grow hot, then turned to leave, promptly slamming into the doorway behind me. As I rushed away, now embarrassed beyond belief, I heard Hermione call out,
Good night! I kept walking, not wanting her to see my now-crimson face. When I got to the bottom of my tower's staircase, I bolted up it, and once in my room, I flung myself face down on my bed. After several minutes of suffocating myself, I rolled over and stared into the darkness.
Great job, Viktor, I muttered to myself. Way to make an ass of yourself. I reached up to push my hair off my face, and winced as my fingers brushed over the spot where I had banged my head against the doorway.
I could have easily healed it with my wand, but at the moment I felt like subjecting myself to the pain, as a reminder of what NOT to do when saying goodnight to my wife. Getting up off the bed, I began to undress, shivering as the cold air hit my skin. Outside, the storm was becoming increasingly violent, with huge crashes of thunder, and flashes of lightening so bright they hurt my eyes. I was just raising my wand to light the fireplace when I heard a loud, terrified scream.
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AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! CLIFF HANGER!!!!!!!!! *grins evily* It wasn't origionally planned that way, but I felt like being mean! :) Anyhoo, sorry it took me so long to post this chapter. I've been both busy and lazy lately. I'll get the next one up ASAP, but in the meantime, R/R!!!!!!!!
~~Krum-Luver~~
