New Life, New Hope
CHAPTER 2
The Wedding
It was August 15, the day before the wedding. Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Astrid, and Hermione's Muggle cousin Cassie were all helping Hermione put the finishing touches on her dress, and their own.
The bride's maid's dresses were a light sage green with spaghetti straps and reached the floor. The green went really well with Ginny's hair, even though they had thought that it wouldn't.
"I can't believe it, you're getting married before me!" exclaimed Cassie, holding her gown up to her body in the mirror. Cassie had had to get hers altered, because she was six months pregnant.
"Yeah, I'm still debating whether or not I'm going to wake up any minute and realize that this is all just one big dream." Replied Hermione, smiling.
"Stop moving or I'll prick you, dear!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley.
"Sorry Molly." Hermione said. Her dress was so beautiful. She looked over to Mrs. Weasley just as she finished the dress. "Thank you, so much. All of you."
On the day of the wedding, Hermione took a deep breath and started pulling her hair up into a tight bun.
"What are you doing?" asked Astrid.
"Putting my hair up for my wedding." She replied.
"You should leave it down."
"Really? You think so?"
"Of course, it's not as wild as it used to be, you have nice fine waves now. Not those obscured natty curls." Said Astrid.
"Ok...I'll leave it down then, as long as you help me tame it."
"My pleasure!"
Meanwhile, Harry was trying to get his own hair to stay remotely sane looking.
"What did you put in your hair, Mate?" asked Ron.
"I don't even remember." He replied, shaking his head.
"Leave it as it is."
"But it's my wedding day! I could at least look half-way decent for my bride's family!" Harry exclaimed.
"Harry, Hermione loves you, right?"
"I should think so..." he replied.
"Then she won't care." Said Ron.
"When did you become so bloody smart?"
"Its all in the genes." Said Ron slyly.
"Mmm hmm."
"Get going on that tie, you have ten minutes." Harry's eyes widened at the thought of only having ten minutes until he became a married man. He took a deep breath and put his comb down.
"Help me with this." Harry said, brandishing his tie.
"I don't know how to put on a tie." Said Ron
"Then how the hell did you get yours on?"
"My Mum put it on for me before she went into the 'special room'." Said Ron.
"See, this is the problem with women and men having to be in different rooms before the wedding. How is it that women are always the ones to know how to put on ties?"
"I dunno. Just use magic."
"Oh yeah...I'm so nervous I think that I forgot that I'm a wizard."
Harry looked out into the church and saw all the people sitting in the pews. He turned around quickly to run away but Ron grabbed his arm and made him stay.
"Thanks." Said Harry. He walked slowly to the front of the room with Hermione's mother on his arm. He let her sit down in the front pew after she kissed his cheek. Harry walked to the front and turned to face the back of the room. Ron gave him thumbs up and was joined by Cassie, Hermione's maid of honor.
The music started and the groomsmen and bridesmaids walked down the center aisle, followed by the flower girl, who was Ginny's four-year-old daughter, Chastity, and the ring barer, who was Ron's three year old son, Robert.
Then came the bride and her father. Harry's jaw dropped when he saw her. Her dress was beyond words, and her beauty was even more. She carried a bouquet of white, yellow, and light pink roses. All Harry could do was blink as she made his way towards him. When her father sat down and she joined him he almost leapt into the air with joy.
The priest was someone from Hermione's old church. He talked for a long time about some kind of a bicycle built for two and other stuff like that. Then, finally, he said, "Do you, Harry Potter, take Hermione granger to be your wife; in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, until death do you part?"
"I do." He said very quickly, almost choking on the words. The priest nodded and turned to Hermione.
"And do you, Hermione Granger, take Harry Potter to be you husband; in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, until death do you part?"
"I do." Said Hermione calmly.
"The rings." Said the priest. Little Robert lifted up the pillow with the rings on it, and Harry took Hermione's off of it and slipped it onto her finger. She then did the same with his. "You may now kiss the bride." Harry lunged at Hermione and kissed her with all he had. Yes! He was a married man at last!
He and Hermione walked out of the church and climbed into a car loaned to them by the Ministry of Magic. They rolled down the window and waved good-bye to their friends and Hermione's family. Ron gave Harry another thumbs up as the car pulled away from the curb. And it was off to the reception.
CHAPTER 2
The Wedding
It was August 15, the day before the wedding. Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Astrid, and Hermione's Muggle cousin Cassie were all helping Hermione put the finishing touches on her dress, and their own.
The bride's maid's dresses were a light sage green with spaghetti straps and reached the floor. The green went really well with Ginny's hair, even though they had thought that it wouldn't.
"I can't believe it, you're getting married before me!" exclaimed Cassie, holding her gown up to her body in the mirror. Cassie had had to get hers altered, because she was six months pregnant.
"Yeah, I'm still debating whether or not I'm going to wake up any minute and realize that this is all just one big dream." Replied Hermione, smiling.
"Stop moving or I'll prick you, dear!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley.
"Sorry Molly." Hermione said. Her dress was so beautiful. She looked over to Mrs. Weasley just as she finished the dress. "Thank you, so much. All of you."
On the day of the wedding, Hermione took a deep breath and started pulling her hair up into a tight bun.
"What are you doing?" asked Astrid.
"Putting my hair up for my wedding." She replied.
"You should leave it down."
"Really? You think so?"
"Of course, it's not as wild as it used to be, you have nice fine waves now. Not those obscured natty curls." Said Astrid.
"Ok...I'll leave it down then, as long as you help me tame it."
"My pleasure!"
Meanwhile, Harry was trying to get his own hair to stay remotely sane looking.
"What did you put in your hair, Mate?" asked Ron.
"I don't even remember." He replied, shaking his head.
"Leave it as it is."
"But it's my wedding day! I could at least look half-way decent for my bride's family!" Harry exclaimed.
"Harry, Hermione loves you, right?"
"I should think so..." he replied.
"Then she won't care." Said Ron.
"When did you become so bloody smart?"
"Its all in the genes." Said Ron slyly.
"Mmm hmm."
"Get going on that tie, you have ten minutes." Harry's eyes widened at the thought of only having ten minutes until he became a married man. He took a deep breath and put his comb down.
"Help me with this." Harry said, brandishing his tie.
"I don't know how to put on a tie." Said Ron
"Then how the hell did you get yours on?"
"My Mum put it on for me before she went into the 'special room'." Said Ron.
"See, this is the problem with women and men having to be in different rooms before the wedding. How is it that women are always the ones to know how to put on ties?"
"I dunno. Just use magic."
"Oh yeah...I'm so nervous I think that I forgot that I'm a wizard."
Harry looked out into the church and saw all the people sitting in the pews. He turned around quickly to run away but Ron grabbed his arm and made him stay.
"Thanks." Said Harry. He walked slowly to the front of the room with Hermione's mother on his arm. He let her sit down in the front pew after she kissed his cheek. Harry walked to the front and turned to face the back of the room. Ron gave him thumbs up and was joined by Cassie, Hermione's maid of honor.
The music started and the groomsmen and bridesmaids walked down the center aisle, followed by the flower girl, who was Ginny's four-year-old daughter, Chastity, and the ring barer, who was Ron's three year old son, Robert.
Then came the bride and her father. Harry's jaw dropped when he saw her. Her dress was beyond words, and her beauty was even more. She carried a bouquet of white, yellow, and light pink roses. All Harry could do was blink as she made his way towards him. When her father sat down and she joined him he almost leapt into the air with joy.
The priest was someone from Hermione's old church. He talked for a long time about some kind of a bicycle built for two and other stuff like that. Then, finally, he said, "Do you, Harry Potter, take Hermione granger to be your wife; in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, until death do you part?"
"I do." He said very quickly, almost choking on the words. The priest nodded and turned to Hermione.
"And do you, Hermione Granger, take Harry Potter to be you husband; in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, until death do you part?"
"I do." Said Hermione calmly.
"The rings." Said the priest. Little Robert lifted up the pillow with the rings on it, and Harry took Hermione's off of it and slipped it onto her finger. She then did the same with his. "You may now kiss the bride." Harry lunged at Hermione and kissed her with all he had. Yes! He was a married man at last!
He and Hermione walked out of the church and climbed into a car loaned to them by the Ministry of Magic. They rolled down the window and waved good-bye to their friends and Hermione's family. Ron gave Harry another thumbs up as the car pulled away from the curb. And it was off to the reception.