After all these years, Harry still couldn't believe it, he was standing at the alter with the girl of his dreams. He loved everything about her, from the way that her eyes would sparkle with joy to the way that she snored when it was cold. He loved her. And he couldn't believe he was actually standing here with her, about to get married. He loved her with all his might, with all his heart. He had literally flown to the ends of the earth for her to organise the night he proposed....
it was a perfect evening, the stars were shining like jewels in a black velvet sky, spilling across the horizon like rain drops, she was dressed in a beautiful robe, of sky blue with gold and the blue of her robe perfectly matched the blue of the crystal clear ocean beside them. It was the most nervewracking momnent when he bent down on one knee and asked her to marry him... he had been ecstatic when she said yes...
And now here he was, standing there surrounded by his friends, who had become family, his godfather was beaming at him and his best friend and best man was grinning like a moron.
When it came to the final part of the wedding, Harry couldn't contain himself when the official had announced them as man and wife. He looked over at her and smiled, his Hermione, he thought.