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All good things have to come to an end.
EPILOGUE
Hermione sighed happily to herself as she rested her elbows on the railing and gazed dreamily at the ocean. A light breeze was blowing and the afternoon sun was just setting, casting a red glow across the calm ocean. She lifted her hand and tucked a strand of her bushy hair around her ear, just as someone walked up from behind her and wrapped their arms around her waist.
"Hey beautiful," he murmured, kissing her lightly on the head.
She leaned in towards him and whispered, "Hey handsome."
Ron smirked as in the far off distance the band struck up a slow song. "Missed me?" he muttered as he gently turned her so she could face him.
Hermione thoughtfully tapped her chin. "Well, I really can't say for it's only been fifteen minutes since I left you standing at the alter."
"Yes, that is true, but then again I was only aware of saying "I do," when the priest asked if I took this lady to be my lawful and wedded wife," he informed her, his blue eyes shining.
She grinned, but couldn't help pointing out, "Well, you couldn't say that I was also only aware of the fact that your lips were touching me when he announced that you could now kiss the bride." She also wanted to add that even though it had been a small light kiss, it had also comforted her in realizing that it was with this kiss that their love would forever be sealed.
Ron sighed as he ran his fingers through his neatly combed hair, causing Hermione to cluck her tongue disapprovingly. "Sad but true, `Mione, but don't you think you can spare me another kiss?" he asked, pouting slightly.
Hermione suppressed a giggle, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he secured his hold around her waist. "Gladly," she said huskily. Their lips were just about to meet, when Harry's voice rang in their ears, "Can't you two at least spare a moment without kissing? Please, there are children here."
Hermione and Ron laughed as they pulled away from each other. Harry and Ginny were standing in the doorway of the balcony, with Jason and Kellie. Kellie, wearing a lovely dress, rushed forward, clutching onto a bouquet of flowers, while Jason smartly walked towards his father and shook his hand.
"Conklations, Dad," he stated politely.
Ron grinned as he ruffled his hair playfully. "Thanks kiddo. And it's congratulations," he corrected.
"See, I told you," Kellie informed the ring bearer, who immediately stuck his tongue out at her.
"Kids," Ginny said warningly, as she and Harry joined the family on the balcony.
"Isn't it beautiful out here?" Harry remarked, as he wrapped an arm around his wife's waist.
"It sure is," Ron replied, as he brushed away the flying wisps of his wife's hair from his face, which caused Hermione to giggle.
"I could stay out here forever," Ginny commented dreamily as the ocean waves reached the shore.
Hermione nodded her agreement as she placed either hand on her children's shoulder, who tiredly leaned against her body. It had been a tiring day, especially since the Weasleys didn't have one wedding in the family, but two. Thus, there had been more preparations to handle, thousands of invitations to send out, and decide which dress to wear.
But all in all, she couldn't help but admit that it had been a wonderful double wedding. Looking at the couple next to her, she couldn't help but note how cute they looked together. For once Harry had bothered combing his hair and Ginny's face mirrored all the emotions she herself was experiencing, happiness. Both girls were going to spend the rest of their lives with the men they adored.
She couldn't help but think that what would have happened if she and Ron had never married or what if they had never met on the Hogwarts Express eleven years ago. She could think of a hundred horrible things she would have experienced, had she not befriended him and Harry. Yet, over the years, she'd grown to adore Harry like a brother and love Ron with all her heart. Who would have thought that a bossy know-it-all would end up winning the heart of an entirely handsome redhead?
Ron must have noticed her silence, because he lightly caressed her back with his fingers and whispered, "Everything all right?"
She nodded her head as she buried herself deeper into his chest. She felt him exhale deeply as he murmured, "Good because for a second there, I thought you would suddenly regret marrying me."
She grinned despite the prediction he had made as she turned her head slightly, gazed into his worried eyes and said softly, "Nothing could make me regret marrying the one man I love."
His face softened as he started to lower his lips to hers, when a loud voice, which resembled a rather annoying photographer, announced, "Hold that kiss, you two."
Hermione turned to see who had so rudely interrupted yet another kiss, while Ron cursed under his breath, and Harry and Ginny hid their sniggering. It was Colin Creevey, the photographer for The Daily Prophet, who worked with Ginny. He had been hired to snap pictures, or simply invited as a close friend.
"What is it, Colin?" she questioned, hoping her voice didn't sound too harsh.
He managed a weak smile as he nervously ran his hand through his wavy blond hair. "Well, I was wondering if I could get a group picture of the two wedded couples," he answered, holding up his Muggle camera. "If you don't mind that is," he added hastily.
"Of course not, Colin. We would love a picture," Ginny replied sweetly, as she leaned her body against the railing and Harry secured his hold over her waist.
Hermione sighed as Ron released his hold over her and stood next to Harry, who gave her a small peck on the cheek, causing her cheek to tingle. She couldn't help but feel that after all these years; she still had those childhood reactions to a simple display of emotion.
"Hey, Harry. You've got your own girl now, so leave mine alone," Ron threatened teasingly, as Jason stood in front of him and Hermione, while Kellie stationed herself in front of Harry and Ginny.
Colin grinned, as he adjusted the lens on the camera, ignoring the chattering coming from inside the house, they'd reserved for the wedding.
"Okay everyone, smile and say cheese," he stated, as his face disappeared behind the camera. Everything was perfect, when Ron lightly gripped Hermione's chin, tilted her face up to his, and slowly kissed her just as Colin's camera clicked.
And now years later, when this very old couple would sit on their sofa in the living room and flip through old photo albums, they would smile on that very wedding picture and think about all those happy years they had spent together. And then they would lean towards each other and the old man would once again kiss his old wife, yet still beautiful, in the eyes of his, and treasure every moment they had together. After all, it was meant to be.
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All good things have to come to an end.
EPILOGUE
Hermione sighed happily to herself as she rested her elbows on the railing and gazed dreamily at the ocean. A light breeze was blowing and the afternoon sun was just setting, casting a red glow across the calm ocean. She lifted her hand and tucked a strand of her bushy hair around her ear, just as someone walked up from behind her and wrapped their arms around her waist.
"Hey beautiful," he murmured, kissing her lightly on the head.
She leaned in towards him and whispered, "Hey handsome."
Ron smirked as in the far off distance the band struck up a slow song. "Missed me?" he muttered as he gently turned her so she could face him.
Hermione thoughtfully tapped her chin. "Well, I really can't say for it's only been fifteen minutes since I left you standing at the alter."
"Yes, that is true, but then again I was only aware of saying "I do," when the priest asked if I took this lady to be my lawful and wedded wife," he informed her, his blue eyes shining.
She grinned, but couldn't help pointing out, "Well, you couldn't say that I was also only aware of the fact that your lips were touching me when he announced that you could now kiss the bride." She also wanted to add that even though it had been a small light kiss, it had also comforted her in realizing that it was with this kiss that their love would forever be sealed.
Ron sighed as he ran his fingers through his neatly combed hair, causing Hermione to cluck her tongue disapprovingly. "Sad but true, `Mione, but don't you think you can spare me another kiss?" he asked, pouting slightly.
Hermione suppressed a giggle, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he secured his hold around her waist. "Gladly," she said huskily. Their lips were just about to meet, when Harry's voice rang in their ears, "Can't you two at least spare a moment without kissing? Please, there are children here."
Hermione and Ron laughed as they pulled away from each other. Harry and Ginny were standing in the doorway of the balcony, with Jason and Kellie. Kellie, wearing a lovely dress, rushed forward, clutching onto a bouquet of flowers, while Jason smartly walked towards his father and shook his hand.
"Conklations, Dad," he stated politely.
Ron grinned as he ruffled his hair playfully. "Thanks kiddo. And it's congratulations," he corrected.
"See, I told you," Kellie informed the ring bearer, who immediately stuck his tongue out at her.
"Kids," Ginny said warningly, as she and Harry joined the family on the balcony.
"Isn't it beautiful out here?" Harry remarked, as he wrapped an arm around his wife's waist.
"It sure is," Ron replied, as he brushed away the flying wisps of his wife's hair from his face, which caused Hermione to giggle.
"I could stay out here forever," Ginny commented dreamily as the ocean waves reached the shore.
Hermione nodded her agreement as she placed either hand on her children's shoulder, who tiredly leaned against her body. It had been a tiring day, especially since the Weasleys didn't have one wedding in the family, but two. Thus, there had been more preparations to handle, thousands of invitations to send out, and decide which dress to wear.
But all in all, she couldn't help but admit that it had been a wonderful double wedding. Looking at the couple next to her, she couldn't help but note how cute they looked together. For once Harry had bothered combing his hair and Ginny's face mirrored all the emotions she herself was experiencing, happiness. Both girls were going to spend the rest of their lives with the men they adored.
She couldn't help but think that what would have happened if she and Ron had never married or what if they had never met on the Hogwarts Express eleven years ago. She could think of a hundred horrible things she would have experienced, had she not befriended him and Harry. Yet, over the years, she'd grown to adore Harry like a brother and love Ron with all her heart. Who would have thought that a bossy know-it-all would end up winning the heart of an entirely handsome redhead?
Ron must have noticed her silence, because he lightly caressed her back with his fingers and whispered, "Everything all right?"
She nodded her head as she buried herself deeper into his chest. She felt him exhale deeply as he murmured, "Good because for a second there, I thought you would suddenly regret marrying me."
She grinned despite the prediction he had made as she turned her head slightly, gazed into his worried eyes and said softly, "Nothing could make me regret marrying the one man I love."
His face softened as he started to lower his lips to hers, when a loud voice, which resembled a rather annoying photographer, announced, "Hold that kiss, you two."
Hermione turned to see who had so rudely interrupted yet another kiss, while Ron cursed under his breath, and Harry and Ginny hid their sniggering. It was Colin Creevey, the photographer for The Daily Prophet, who worked with Ginny. He had been hired to snap pictures, or simply invited as a close friend.
"What is it, Colin?" she questioned, hoping her voice didn't sound too harsh.
He managed a weak smile as he nervously ran his hand through his wavy blond hair. "Well, I was wondering if I could get a group picture of the two wedded couples," he answered, holding up his Muggle camera. "If you don't mind that is," he added hastily.
"Of course not, Colin. We would love a picture," Ginny replied sweetly, as she leaned her body against the railing and Harry secured his hold over her waist.
Hermione sighed as Ron released his hold over her and stood next to Harry, who gave her a small peck on the cheek, causing her cheek to tingle. She couldn't help but feel that after all these years; she still had those childhood reactions to a simple display of emotion.
"Hey, Harry. You've got your own girl now, so leave mine alone," Ron threatened teasingly, as Jason stood in front of him and Hermione, while Kellie stationed herself in front of Harry and Ginny.
Colin grinned, as he adjusted the lens on the camera, ignoring the chattering coming from inside the house, they'd reserved for the wedding.
"Okay everyone, smile and say cheese," he stated, as his face disappeared behind the camera. Everything was perfect, when Ron lightly gripped Hermione's chin, tilted her face up to his, and slowly kissed her just as Colin's camera clicked.
And now years later, when this very old couple would sit on their sofa in the living room and flip through old photo albums, they would smile on that very wedding picture and think about all those happy years they had spent together. And then they would lean towards each other and the old man would once again kiss his old wife, yet still beautiful, in the eyes of his, and treasure every moment they had together. After all, it was meant to be.
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