Part Fourteen:

The small church was crowded with guests. Harry stuck his head in from the vestibule and saw the dozens of guests, all settled in their seats. The hired organist was taking her seat.

Harry checked his watch. 1:09. Not too late, but they needed to get started. He turned around...and found Ginny looking at him. She blushed when he caught her eye. "Oh...hi."

"Hello," he said nervously. He remembered what Ron had said: Give her time, she'd come around. But Harry didn't WANT to give her time. He wanted to talk, NOW. "Listen, Ginny, about last night..."

The organist suddenly began playing. That was the signal for Polly, Percy's daughter, to start down the aisle. The adults gushed over the cute little flower girl as she made her way to the front of the church. Harry turned to Ginny, and said, "Well...?

"Shhh!" Ginny hissed. "We have to go!" With that, she linked her arm in his, and they headed down the aisle. They were followed by Fred and Angelina, and George and Rebecca (whom he'd been flirting with mercilessly in the vestibule). After the three couples were down the aisle, everyone turned to look to the door. The organist changed the music to the Wedding March.

And there appeared Hermione, on the arm of her father. She looked more beautiful then any of them had ever seen her, so beautiful that Harry actually felt tears fill his eyes. He glanced over at Ron, who was standing at his side. He was staring down the aisle at his bride. Harry could hear the sobs of Mrs. Granger as Mr. Granger gave Hermione to Ron.

"Dearly beloved," the pink-robed vicar began, "We are gathered here today, to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony. If anyone here has a reason that these two should not be joined, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Hermione held back tears. A long silence followed the vicar's words, much to Hermione's relief: she had a feeling that her mother would jump up and start screaming. But there was a wonderful silence, and the vicar continued.

She was in a daze as the ceremony went on. She looked at Ron, who grinned at her. God, I love him, she thought. I'm going to spent the rest of my life with this man. Everything is going to be perfect. The events of the morning had left her mind completely, and what her mother had said just minutes ago had left her. All she could see was Ron, it was just her and her lover, in this all-too-perfect moment.

Hermione recited her vows, as she used to practice them years ago in front of the mirror. Little girlish dreams had led to this. Ron, of course, akwardly stuttered through his, making Hermione love him even more. Her cousin Rebecca's son Donald gave them their rings, and they said some more things that Hermione didn't think mattered. She was in a happy daze.

"I now pernounce you man and wife; you may kiss the bride." Up went the veil over Hermione's head. Ron grabbed her face and kissed her passionately as the on-lookers cheered happily. Hermione felt happy tears squeeze out of her closed eyes. When the kiss was over, Ron whispered, "I love you, Mrs. Weasley."

"I love you, too, Mr. Weasley." With that, they linked arms and ran down the aisle, as the guests threw rice. When they reached the outside of the church, they looked back. The guests were piling out to wave good-bye. Hermione and Ron waved, and, holding hands, Apparated to the Burrow.

Harry, who was standing at the door of the church with tears in his eyes, looked next to him...and nearly jumped to find Ginny by him again. She, too, had tears in her eyes. "I can't believe they're married," she gushed happily.

"I know," Harry agreed, relieved that, for the moment at least, Ginny didn't hate him. But then she smiled. And, in spite of her loudly-colored hair, it was the brightest part of her.

"Come on," she said, taking his hand in the same way Hermione had just taken Ron's. "We have a reception to attend." And with that, they disapeared together with a loud BANG.

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A/N: it's not over yet! One chapter to go, at least. I'll try to update sooner this time.