A.N. Hope you've liked the story so far.
CHAPTER 3
The Reception
There were people all around them clinking their knives and forks on their glasses, meaning that they wished to witness Mr. And Mrs. Harry Potter kiss. Harry smiled and leaned in and kissed his wife...for the fifteenth time that day. Their friends and family just couldn't get enough of the kissing. Hermione smiled when they pulled away from each other and took a sip of champagne.
They were now twenty-two, by the way, and well ready to start a family together. Hermione was currently owned, ran, and worked in a little bookstore near their flat in London, but was going to be a teacher at Hogwarts come September. Harry was the Seeker for the National Quidditch League of England, and a part-time Auror. Things were good, and both Harry and Hermione were well paid.
The Weird Sisters, though getting older, were the band selected to play songs for the wedding. They could play any song requested. Someone, most likely Seamus or Dean, requested "Sad But True" by Metallica. Harry laughed and shook his head. What a great song for a wedding.
I say it was either Seamus or Dean for two reasons; 1.) They're both muggleborns. 2.) They were the only ones jumping up and down on the dance floor.
Hermione chuckled and took yet another sip of champagne.
"Don't you think you've had enough?" asked Harry.
"No, why?"
"Because, that's the fifth sip you've had."
"So?"
"That's also your sixth glass of champagne."
"And?" she said. Harry was about to answer when they heard the clanging of silver wear against glasses. Harry once again leaned in and kissed his wife. He could never get enough of that, even though he was trying to tell her something.
"What were we talking about, again?" he asked her. Her only reply was a short hiccup. "Ah, now I remember." He said. "You really should stop drinking now, Hermione."
"But I don't want to stop." Harry stared at he blankly.
"Why don't you want to stop?"
"I dunno, ~hic~ its fun." She replied.
"It won't be fun in the morning, now stop." He said moving her glass away from her slightly.
"No, give it back!" she shouted, darting her hand out to grab her glass. In the process of doing so, she knocked over Harry's glass of red wine onto the two of them. "Damn!" she hollered. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at the bride and groom. Harry's jaw dropped. There was red wine all over Hermione's beautiful whit wedding dress. He felt terrible.
"I'm sorry, Hermione." He said.
"No. No, Harry, it was my fault. If I weren't so drunk, I wouldn't have-"
"Come on now, don't blame yourself. We'll go get some napkins and we'll clean you up as best we can." He stood up and took her hand, leading her to the bathroom.
Harry ripped off a great load of paper towel and wipe at the reddish stain on Hermione's dress. She took his hand and had him give her the paper towel. It would be a lot easier if she did it, and more affective if the towel was wet. Harry sighed and ran a hand threw his hair.
"I'm really sorry, Herm." He said to her.
"It's fine, Harry." She replied, but he still didn't seem convinced. "Really!"
"I ruined your wedding dress. I know how much you wanted to give that to our daughter for her wedding...now its hopeless..."
"Harry! Are you forgetting that we are magic-folk? Come on, when we get to Ireland, I'll just magic the stain out. I'm only using paper towel because I don't have my wand with me. Ok?"
"Ok."
"Besides," she said. "You can make it up to me tonight."
"Oh I can, can I?" he said.
"Yes." She chuckled.
"Hey, is everything alright in her, you two?" asked Ginny, popping her head into the bathroom.
"Yeah, it's fine." Said Hermione, still laughing.
"Ok. Oh, here. Allow me." Said Ginny, drawing up her wand. And with a flick of her wrist, the stain was gone.
"See? All fixed." Hermione said to Harry. "Thanks, Gin."
"No problem." And with that, they were once again alone in the bathroom.
"How much longer until I make it up to you again?" asked Harry.
"Well, we've got a half an hour left here, we can apparate to Ireland, and then I'll need to get out of my dress and shower... I'd say, about an hour."
"An hour?" said Harry miserably.
"Oh, the hour'll fly by before you know it, Harry." And it did.
CHAPTER 3
The Reception
There were people all around them clinking their knives and forks on their glasses, meaning that they wished to witness Mr. And Mrs. Harry Potter kiss. Harry smiled and leaned in and kissed his wife...for the fifteenth time that day. Their friends and family just couldn't get enough of the kissing. Hermione smiled when they pulled away from each other and took a sip of champagne.
They were now twenty-two, by the way, and well ready to start a family together. Hermione was currently owned, ran, and worked in a little bookstore near their flat in London, but was going to be a teacher at Hogwarts come September. Harry was the Seeker for the National Quidditch League of England, and a part-time Auror. Things were good, and both Harry and Hermione were well paid.
The Weird Sisters, though getting older, were the band selected to play songs for the wedding. They could play any song requested. Someone, most likely Seamus or Dean, requested "Sad But True" by Metallica. Harry laughed and shook his head. What a great song for a wedding.
I say it was either Seamus or Dean for two reasons; 1.) They're both muggleborns. 2.) They were the only ones jumping up and down on the dance floor.
Hermione chuckled and took yet another sip of champagne.
"Don't you think you've had enough?" asked Harry.
"No, why?"
"Because, that's the fifth sip you've had."
"So?"
"That's also your sixth glass of champagne."
"And?" she said. Harry was about to answer when they heard the clanging of silver wear against glasses. Harry once again leaned in and kissed his wife. He could never get enough of that, even though he was trying to tell her something.
"What were we talking about, again?" he asked her. Her only reply was a short hiccup. "Ah, now I remember." He said. "You really should stop drinking now, Hermione."
"But I don't want to stop." Harry stared at he blankly.
"Why don't you want to stop?"
"I dunno, ~hic~ its fun." She replied.
"It won't be fun in the morning, now stop." He said moving her glass away from her slightly.
"No, give it back!" she shouted, darting her hand out to grab her glass. In the process of doing so, she knocked over Harry's glass of red wine onto the two of them. "Damn!" she hollered. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at the bride and groom. Harry's jaw dropped. There was red wine all over Hermione's beautiful whit wedding dress. He felt terrible.
"I'm sorry, Hermione." He said.
"No. No, Harry, it was my fault. If I weren't so drunk, I wouldn't have-"
"Come on now, don't blame yourself. We'll go get some napkins and we'll clean you up as best we can." He stood up and took her hand, leading her to the bathroom.
Harry ripped off a great load of paper towel and wipe at the reddish stain on Hermione's dress. She took his hand and had him give her the paper towel. It would be a lot easier if she did it, and more affective if the towel was wet. Harry sighed and ran a hand threw his hair.
"I'm really sorry, Herm." He said to her.
"It's fine, Harry." She replied, but he still didn't seem convinced. "Really!"
"I ruined your wedding dress. I know how much you wanted to give that to our daughter for her wedding...now its hopeless..."
"Harry! Are you forgetting that we are magic-folk? Come on, when we get to Ireland, I'll just magic the stain out. I'm only using paper towel because I don't have my wand with me. Ok?"
"Ok."
"Besides," she said. "You can make it up to me tonight."
"Oh I can, can I?" he said.
"Yes." She chuckled.
"Hey, is everything alright in her, you two?" asked Ginny, popping her head into the bathroom.
"Yeah, it's fine." Said Hermione, still laughing.
"Ok. Oh, here. Allow me." Said Ginny, drawing up her wand. And with a flick of her wrist, the stain was gone.
"See? All fixed." Hermione said to Harry. "Thanks, Gin."
"No problem." And with that, they were once again alone in the bathroom.
"How much longer until I make it up to you again?" asked Harry.
"Well, we've got a half an hour left here, we can apparate to Ireland, and then I'll need to get out of my dress and shower... I'd say, about an hour."
"An hour?" said Harry miserably.
"Oh, the hour'll fly by before you know it, Harry." And it did.