AN - This chapter skips to George's graduation, then to Hermione's and then to their wedding. I pretty much don't wanna write a day-for-day for more than a year, do I?  Oh yeh, fluff warning.  Hey, I'm fluffy, what can I say?

Disclaimer - Am I rich British woman? No. Do I own everything Harry Potter? No.  Do I wish I did? Yes.

Chapter 7

Stepping Into a New World

            The crowd was silent, anticipating each name to be called. The ceremony was not quite finished, and the announcer had just ended the V section. "Kieran Watson," Minerva McGonagall called. A young man donning Gryffindor dress robes approached her on the stage. She handed him a roll of decorated parchment tied with ribbons dyed in Gryffindor colors and shook his hand. He left the stage and McGonagall turned to consider the next name. She chuckled to herself before isolating his diploma and exclaiming his name. "Frederick Weasley!" she called with a smirk. When Fred reached her on the stage, she handed him his diploma and whispered, "Congratulations Mr. Weasley, you've made us all proud." Fred's grades were third in the class.   George's were fourth. When she cried out George's name next, the most clapping could be heard from Hermione. "Mr. Weasley, congratulations. You've proved us wrong about jokers, and made me very proud," McGonagall spoke softly, shaking the young wizard's hand.

            "Thank you, Professor." George took his diploma and hugged the woman, whose eyes widened in shock. He left the stage and rejoined his brother, awaiting the completion of the ceremony. He couldn't wait for Hermione's graduation gift.

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           "Valedictorian and Head Girl Hermione Granger!" McGonagall called two years later. The young woman approached the stage and accepted her diploma with pride. "Ms. Granger, congratulations. You can imagine that even the professors you never had are smiling at your success in this school."     "Thank you very much, Professor." She hugged the older witch and returned to her seat to listen to the names yet to be called.            "Salutatorian Draco Malfoy!" the Transfiguration professor called with pride. When the Slytherin young man arrived in front her, she smiled, holding out his diploma. "Congratulations Mr. Malfoy. I don't recall this much pride within myself for a non-Gryffindor student in several years. You have made us all proud."           "Thank you, ma'am," Draco said with a polite handshake. After twenty or so more names, McGonagall smiled.

            "Harry Potter!" she called out.  The entire audience hushed. Cameras flashed, and reporters went into action. The whole wizarding world was in anticipation of the moment the Boy Who Lived graduated from Hogwarts. Ginny dabbed at the tears in her eyes, and Hermione clapped while grinning; she knew Rita Skeeter just wished she was here..."Congratulations, Harry," McGonagall said, a tear forming in her eye.

            "Thank you, Professor," Harry said before giving the woman a large hug. She hugged back and smiled. She handed him his diploma with a smile. Several names later, the Dream Team and Company were finally all out of Hogwarts.

            "Head Boy Ronald Weasley!" the Professor called, her voice full of pride.  As Ron approached  the stage, sniffles could be heard from Mrs. Weasley and loud clapping from Lavender.  "Congratulations, Mr. Weasley.  You've made me proud not only as a professor but also as a Gryffindor."

            "Thank you, Professor."  Ron hugged the woman and took his diploma, grasping it tightly.  As he left the stage, he shook it in the air.  McGonagall called a few more names before finishing with a small speech.            "Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen, for attending this year's Hogwarts graduation.  Refreshments will be available in the Great Hall, and accommodations can be made for all who can not depart this evening," she concluded.  "Congratulations to this year's graduating class of witches and wizards.  The best of luck to all."  With that, they tossed up their hats and ran to their friends.  Harry met Sirius in the Forest for a small party, and George granted Hermione the present of a lifetime.  Hermione's eyes lit up after the ceremony as George slowly bent down to rest on one knee and reached inside his pocket.

            "Hermione, you are the one thing in my life that always makes sense.  You are the one who keeps me centered and focused.  Without you, I wouldn't have had the concentration to run the store with Fred or graduate fourth in my class.  I would be honored, truly honored, if you would grant me the privilege of being your husband and spending the rest of my life with you."  As he finished, he opened a small box and held it up to her.  Inside the box was a beautiful silver ring that had garnets embedded in it on the top.  Hermione smiled, tears in her eyes, and looked into his eyes.

            "Yes, of course yes, George!" she cried.  He stood up instantly and slipped the ring on the right finger.  As she stood admiring her engagement ring, she was taken in a bear hug from George.  Reluctant to release his now fiancée, George led Hermione around in his arms so that she could show everyone her ring.

            "I'm going to make you the happiest woman in the world," George whispered in her ear as they headed towards Harry and Ron.

            "I already am," she replied with a serene smile.

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            Five months later, Peter Pettigrew confessed under the Veritas curse that he was responsible for the crime charged against Sirius Black.  The Ministry tried him and convicted him to life in Azkaban, and this allowed Sirius to be present when two years later, Hermione Granger became Hermione Weasley.

            The guests consisted of the Weasley family and all significant others, the Grangers, Hagrid, Dumbledore, Sirius, McGonagall, Professor Court, and some friends from Hogwarts, such as Neville, Oliver Wood, and Lee Jordan, along with Lavender Brown and Parvati and Padma Patil.  George had an excruciatingly painful job selecting his best man, but it was eventually decided that Arthur Weasley would play the role.  Hermione chose Ginny as her maid of honor, but she also surprised everyone by asking Mrs. Weasley to be her matron of honor.  Mrs. Weasley had accepted with tears streaming down her face, and the only thing left was where to have the ceremony and who would be the one to wed them.

            Finally, Hagrid took George aside and informed him that he would be honored if he could perform the ceremony, seeing as he was licensed to do so.  George and Hermione gratefully accepted his offer, leaving the decision of where last to be made.  Many days and nights were spent in George and Hermione's apartment deliberating the location of there wedding.  Finally, they decided on a quaint little clearing near the Burrow that had lots of room for quests and a reception.  It made the decision even easier for Hermione when George mentioned the little stream that ran through the area and could serve as a border between them and the guests.  Hermione smiled and kissed him before leading him to bed to assure the fact that white wouldn't be worn on her for any other purpose than beauty.

            The ceremony began with Professor Court's three young daughters showering three aisles, two on the sides of the guest chairs and on in the middle, with flower petals.  Hermione chose to use daffodils and mums, while George added lilies and irises.  A young boy, who happened to be Hermione's favorite cousin, followed down the middle aisle, bearing a fluffy silk pillow that held two unique rings.  One ring, on the right, was gold, with a twist of ruby inlaid all around the band.  The ring on the left was silver, inlaid with alexandrite stones around the band.  The wide band also had aquamarine stones between the alexandrite.  They were truly the most beautiful wedding bands anyone there had seen.  The bridesmaids followed, dressed in simple violet dresses of silk and carrying bouquets of lilies, daffodils, and roses.

            Lavender, Parvati, Angelina, and Professor Court slowly ambled down the aisles at the side of the clearing, escorted by the ushers as bridesmaids.  Ron escorted Lavender down the left aisle, coordinated to Percy as he escorted Court down the right aisle.  Following them by five feet were the pairs of Angelina escorted by Fred and Parvati escorted by Lee Jordan.  Once the eight of them were assembled at the front, the best man escorted the matron of honor down the left aisle, coinciding with Harry as he escorted the maid of honor, playing the role the groom had dubbed "the second best man."  Just as the two pairs reached their designated spots, the harmonious sound of chiming bells rang through the clearing, and every single head turned to the entrance between two weeping willow trees.

            There stood Hermione, in a pure white dress that had a flowing skirt down to her ankles.  The torso of the dress hugged her figure, exaggerating her ample bosom and petite waist.  The crowd let out a simultaneous gasp at the beautiful dress and veil that the bride donned.  Accenting the snow white of the dress was a fierce blue shawl that was tied about her waist and fell like a skirt, parting in the front to reveal the white of her dress.  Hermione's veil was also white and blue, but this blue was periwinkle.  The veil began with a pearly white tiara at the front of her hair just after her bangs, which fell in curls to her chins.

            It continued with a thin periwinkle layer of silk.  The silk was very thin and translucent, accented by the faded brown of Hermione's hair.  The veil fell to her waist to meet the shawl, and this completed the gown.  Hermione's feet went unshod, and she stood at the entrance to the clearing, her mother on her right and her father on her left.  After allowing the guests a moment to admire the bride in her glory, the Grangers led their daughter down the middle aisle.  Each arm linked with a parent, her hands held a bouquet similar to her bridesmaids.  The flowers were lilies, irises, daffodils, roses, and carnations.  They were arranged so that the largest iris was in the center, the carnations formed a lower, outer circle, and the roses, lilies, and daffodils alternated between those.  Holding this bouquet were thin arms covered in white gloves that reached the elbows.

            As Hermione approached Hagrid at the face of the clearing, George approached from the side, the end of the first row where he had been sitting hidden.  He met his bride at the center of the front before Hagrid.  He smiled brightly at Hermione as her parents unlocked their arms from her.  "Who stands here today to give this woman away?" Hagrid asked, initiating the actual wedding.

            "We, her parents, do," the Grangers replied in unison.  At this, they stepped back and took their seats.

            "Who stands to accept this woman?"

            "I, the groom, do," George replied, unable to contain the enormous smile brightening his face.  He stepped forward and took Hermione's hand, leading her forward a few steps to face Hagrid, who continued.

            "And who stand in witness of this man?"

            "I do," Mr. Weasley replied.

            "And who stands in witness of this woman?"

            "We do," the two Weasley women replied.

            "Then we shall join the two in a hand-fasting and exchange of rings.  Beloved guests communed here today, we gather to witness and honor this hand-fasting and the vows to be made by the two who stand here.  We shall begin with the vows in which George Arthur Weasley will pledge his life through heart and soul to Hermione Belle Granger."

            "I, George Arthur Weasley, pledge that I shall give you all I can, may it be love, riches, or simple pleasures.  Hermione, you unleashed me from the silly boy I was, and showed me how to be the man I am today.  You are the reason I have succeeded in my life so far, and you have never given up on me.  I promise that I will love you, cherish you, and give you all you ever need to live for the rest of your life as my wife.  I promise that I will never forget why I love you, and I promise to remind you each and every day.  You are the most beautiful, intelligent, kindest woman I have ever known, and I promise that I will love you even more for it.  Through these vows I promise you that you will never feel lonely once, and you shall always be loved."  He finished as a tear rolled down Hermione's cheek.  Hagrid, beaming at the romantic sentiment, turned to Hermione.

            "We shall continue with the vows in which Hermione Belle Granger will pledge her life through heart and soul to George Arthur Weasley."

            "I, Hermione Belle Granger, pledge that I shall give you all I can, may it be love, riches, or simple pleasures.  George, my love for you runs deeper that any river ever could, and it allows my soul to soar through the sky higher than any cloud everyday.  Without you, my life would be mindless routine.  I promise you that every day as long as you live and in the life after that, you shall know of my love and experience it in every from possible.  I will shower you with kisses, provide you with children, and maintain your house as long as I humanly can.  I promise that you shall never feel unloved, and that I will love you even after death has taken me away.  No matter the amount of wealth you bear or the ailments you encounter, I shall stand strong by your side and proudly, happily, lovingly carry the mantle of your wife.  I promise that you shall always have me, and that I will always support you in all of life's endeavors.  I promise that I will never forget your love and I shall always show you mine."  Finishing her vows, Hermione uncovered a pocket in her dress and removed a handkerchief.  She dabbed at the tears in her eyes before returning the handkerchief to its home.  Hagrid brought a long silk yellow ribbon from his pocket and continued, a tear in his eyes.

            "Now these vows shall be bound by this ribbon, the yellow representing the friendship that shall endure through this marriage."  With that, he took Hermione's hands and held them out crossed over at the wrists.  Repeating his action with George, he tied each end of the ribbon on the wrists.  One end was fastened around Hermione's crisscrossed wrists and the other end about George's wrists.  Once the ribbon was secure, Hagrid pulled his hands back.  "By witness of all here and all holy, this bride and this groom are hereby bound to honor their vows and protect this friendship ribbon as a symbol of their pledges.  As long as this ribbon endures, so shall their marriage."  Hagrid now undid the ribbon and held it to Hermione.  He tied it about her neck to accompany her necklaces.

            "Will the ring-bearer please step forward?" Hagrid continued.  Once Hermione's cousin Jeremy stepped up, Hagrid continued.  "George, do you take Hermione to be your wife under the law and all that is holy?"

            "I do," the groom replied without hesitation.

            "Then bind yourself to Hermione with the ring you have designed yourself, present here."  George took the silver ring and placed in on the correct finger.

            "Hermione, do you take George to be your husband under the law and all that is holy?"

            "I do," Hermione replied as soon as he finished.

            "Then bind yourself to George with the ring you have designed yourself, present here."  Hermione took the remaining ring and gingerly slipped it onto the groom's ring finger.

            "By the power vested in me by the Ministry of Magic of England, I now pronounce you husband and wife.  You may now kiss the bride.  Oh, and you may now kiss the groom, too," Hagrid added with a wink.  The couple took a close step, George wrapping his arms around his wife.  They leaned into each other, lips only millimeters apart.

            "Let's show 'em a real snog," George whispered before taking her lips in a passionate kiss.  Hermione would have collapsed had he not been holding her.  They held the kiss as long as they could, taking in the scents of each other and grasping at each other, reluctant to ever release from the embrace.  When George finally freed Hermione, and she stood gasping for air, the audience clapped fervently.  George held out his hand to his wife, and Hermione took it, their hands extended as if they were royalty.  They slowly strode down the aisle in the center, every eye on them.  Exiting the clearing, George led her away to the small cottage that had been set up nearby, so that they might rest before the reception.  Hermione removed all the excess on her dress: the veil, the shawl, her bracelets and her necklaces.  Before the bride and groom could do anything, there was a knock on the door.

            Mrs. Weasley and Ginny entered, followed by bridesmaids.  George sat down in a chair and admired his wife as her friends and family took control of her.  Mrs. Weasley redid Hermione's hair, using clips to pin down the sides while the back fell forward to cover them.  Ginny reapplied Hermione's make-up using the same colors, and Angelina redid her nails.  Lavender and Parvati brewed tea while chatting excitedly about the ceremony while Court disappeared in search of the comfortable yet fashionable shoes Hermione had selected for the reception.  As the young professor returned, Hermione leapt from her chair.

            "Forget the shoes!  I've decided I like going barefoot!"  Court smiled and returned the shoes to their home just as the tea kettle whistled.  "Ooh, tea!  George, love, would you enjoy a cup?  It would be your first cup of tea as my husband!"  George smiled and roused from his seat, joining his wife.  He accepted a cup from Parvati, sipping from it while intently gazing upon his wife.  He set his tea on a nearby table and came to face her, hands going to her neck where the yellow ribbon still rested.

            "We're going to have to frame this.  Can't risk anything happening to the thing that represents our marriage, can we?" he asked with a soft, peaceful smile.  He placed a peck on Hermione's lips before finding his wand and casting a simple protection spell upon the ribbon.  "There," he said after finishing the spell.  "Now you can still wear it to the reception if you'd like."  Smiling back just as serenely, Hermione took her husband's hand.

            "I'd like that very much," she replied, staring lovingly into his eyes.  "Now, all of you out so that I may cuddle my husband before the reception.  We only have fifteen minutes, so I would like some alone time."  The women all nodded, chirping about doing nothing sordid and keeping the skirt down as they left.  Hermione chuckled, drawing her husband into a fluffy recliner chair as the door shut.  George sat quickly, and Hermione joined him by curling up in his lap.  For fifteen minutes they sat there silently, holding each other as husband and wife.

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            "Ladies and gentlemen, wizards, witches, and muggles, may I introduce to you Mr. and Mrs. George and Hermione Weasley, appearing in public for the first time as husband and wife," Hagrid called out at the reception.  George led Hermione back into the clearing as their guests watched.  They began the ceremony with the cake.  Hermione fed George a piece while he held his hands behind his back, and then George did the same for Hermione.  Once this was done, cake was welcome to all.  Once the cake was served, the dinner began.  Many thought it odd to do cake first, but Hermione had granted it to George, since he had begged insistently upon the matter.  For dinner, guests had the choice of pasta, a vegetarian meal, and an assortment of meats as entrees accompanied with many side dishes.

            Before any guest could dig in, the speeches had to be made.  First came the best man and the maid and matron of honor, and then friends and family who wished to say something.  "When my son told me he was in love, I honestly thought he meant he had seen some ravishing model and fallen for her body.  But then George introduced me to Hermione, and I knew it was love.  The looks they gave each other, the way they connected with each other, I could tell it was true love.  Now I can't wait for the moment my wife starts harping for grandchildren.  Because when she starts, I'll probably join her!  Son, I couldn't be more proud of you, and you couldn't have picked a better woman to marry.  I wish you two the best marriage you could deserve, and I wish you all the joys of the world.  Congratulations," Arthur concluded.  He smiled as the guests clapped and motioned for his wife to follow.

            "I will admit, that I thought the same thing as my husband when George said he was in love.  But these two couldn't be any more in love.  I see in them the same thing that I saw in myself and my husband when we were that age.  I thank the lord that this marriage is here, because I couldn't have asked George for a better daughter-in-law.  I wish the best to both of you and to the children you will hopefully bring into this world," she added for a laugh.  "Oh yes, Hermione, are you pregnant yet, dear?"  This drew many laughs from the crowd, and she sat down just as Ginny was standing.

            "I was actually surprised when Hermione asked me to be her maid of honor.  And I was also surprised when she told me she was in love with my brother.  Well, I actually thought she meant Ron, but when she said George, I was in shock.  Now I'm glad it wasn't Ron, no offense Ron," she added at a false insulted look from Ron.  "George and Hermione are the best couple I have seen together in a long time.  I am very happy to have Hermione not only as a friend but as a sister-in-law, and I hope that you two have the best marriage you could hope for.  Congratulations and good luck."

            "A'right," Hagrid said as Ginny sat down.  "Any others like to make speeches, give the bride and groom their best wishes?"

            "I would!" Harry called.  He stood with a nod from Hagrid and took a loving look at Hermione and George.  "I loved Hermione from my third year up to the point when she fell for George.  At first, I envied George.  Well, I still do!  Who wouldn't?  She's a talented, beautiful woman with the kindest heart.  George, you're a lucky man.  Make sure you take care of her, and make sure you both live the happiest lives you can.  God knows you deserve it.  Hey, Hermione, if you are preggers, ever thought of the name Harry?" he added.  The guests all laughed at this, and Hagrid looked about for any others to make speeches.  Ron stood eagerly, smiling at the newlyweds.

            "I have to say this: I'm glad it wasn't me too!  Nobody could make Hermione happy the way George here does, and I know that had it been me, Harry, or anybody else, she wouldn't be happy.  Hermione is one of my best friends.  And I am glad that George can make her so happy.  So best of luck to the both of you, and I hope you two have the happiest marriage ever.  Congratulations."  Knowing that the pregnancy thing was a running joke at the reception, he smiled.  "By the way, when's my first nephew or niece due?"  Everyone laughed again as Ron smiled and took his seat. 

            "I really don't have much to say.  Except that I am proud of my daughter," Mr. Granger began.  "I don't think she could have chosen a better man to be my son-in-law.  And Arthur, I agree.  I can't wait until Sarah starts nagging Hermione about grandchildren, too, 'cause then I get to join.  I hear her mumbling in her sleep sometimes, "When's the baby, Hermione, when's the baby?"  Not really, just kidding!  Seriously though, I will admit I always half-heartedly hoped Hermione would marry a non-magic boy, but I'm glad she didn't.  I can't wait until my first grandchild goes to Hogwarts.  Congratulations, dear, and you too George."  Mr. Granger sat down just as his wife rose.

            "When's the baby, Hermione?" she began.  The crowd laughed at this, but she soon began speaking again.  "I have to admit I always had that nagging hope that Hermione would marry a Muggle, as we're called.  But now I couldn't be happier with the choice she made.  I wish you both joy and happiness.  Congratulations to you both."  Mrs. Granger sat down with a sniffle and dabbed at her eye.  More people made small speeches, wishing the best to the newlyweds.  Once they were all finished, Hagrid stood up with a beaming smile.

            "Time to dance, I say!"  Everyone clapped and cheered and headed for the dance floor, but before any music played, Hagrid had to speak.  "It's traditional to let the first dance go to the bride and her father, so that for the second dance, he may relinquish her to her groom.  The song to be played for the dance shall be… ah, lovely song.  Dance away!"  Hagrid stepped out of the dance area and music began to ring through the clearing.  The simple choice of "Wind Beneath My Wings" played as Hermione was twirled about by her father.  As the song ended, George stepped up and cut in.  As they began to dance, their song began to play.  Martina McBride's "Valentine" resounded throughout the clearing, George and Hermione swaying close together.  With slow twirls at "You're all I need", "unselfishly", and "Until the end of time", the newlyweds swayed a bit and waltzed at a very slow pace around the space made for them.  As the song ended, George leaned down and kissed his bride romantically.  The songs continued to play long throughout the night, the dancers never tiring.

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            One year later, Molly Weasley presented the couple with a scrapbook for their first anniversary.  The cover was faded violet and had maroon and sapphire ribbon stripes.  In the center was a picture of Hermione and George as they danced to "Valentine", Hermione mouthing the words as she looked up into George's eyes.  At the top, in golden letters, the cursive words "Valentine" were present.  At the very bottom of the cover were silver words in the same script that read "Year One."  Hermione's eyes sprung leaks as she admired the cover.  "Thank you," she said softly as she looked up at her mother-in-law.  She opened the book to find a picture of George in his wedding tux speaking his vows to Hermione.  Below the picture was the index card George had used to scribble his vows on to so he could memorize them.  Hermione turned the page to find a picture of her saying her vows and the index card she used.

            The next page was a picture the father and daughter dance between Hermione and Mr. Granger.  The same script was used to write the song title at the top of the page.  The page after that was several pictures of the newlyweds dancing at their wedding, including a picture of Hermione pretending to scold George to the song "Life No. 9" by Martina McBride.  The next two pages were a list of every song played at the reception, and were followed by pictures of the bridesmaids, best man and second best man, and women of honor.  There were also pictures of the guests, including Dumbledore and McGonagall. and The rest of the scrap book included pictures of momentous events, such as Hermione's first day working as a manager at George's shop, clippings of letters, newspapers, and so on, and a few tokens, and pictures of tokens of the marriage.  The last page was a picture of George and Hermione together in their current states, taken a few days earlier.  George was cleanly shaven in front of the counter at the shop, and Hermione was cuddling into George's arms wearing the manager's apron that did nothing to hide her 7-month pregnant stomach.

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If there were no words,

No way to speak

I would still hear you

If there were no tears,

No way to feel inside

I'd still feel for you

And even if the sun refused to shine

Even if romance ran out of rhyme

You would still have my heart

Until the end of time

You're all I need, My Love, My Valentine

All of my life

I have been waiting for all you give to me

You opened my eyes

And showed me how to love unselfishly

I've dreamed of this a thousand times before

And in my dreams I couldn't love you more

I would give you my heart until the end of time

You're all I need, My Love, My Valentine

La da da da da da da

And even if the sun refused to shine

Even if romance ran out of rhyme

You would still have my heart

Until the end of time

'Cause all I need is You, My Valentine

Oh Oooh

You're all I need

My love, My Valentine

Oooooh

AN – Yes, she preggers! Who saw it coming? Who?  Alright, to all readers, I have a little contest for you.  Professor Court is not an original character.  The first person to guess her true identity gets a prize.  What the prize will be, I'm not sure… maybe the baby's name or something.  Please though, do NOT guess in a review.  Email me at cutiebugg413@hotmail.com.  So I know that you're emailing me a guess, make the e-mail subject "Professor Court."  Once somebody guesses, I will explain the change of identity and choose the prize.  Thanks!  By the way, anyone who guesses in a review will have their guess disqualified.  Good luck!  But please do review!  Oh, and wiredsisters, don't guess seeing as how you know who she is!