Epilogue
The music started to play, and Harry began to sweat even more than he already was a minute previous. His eyes were fixed on the door to the Great Hall, never leaving the crack between them. Ron nudged him in the ribs, but when Harry turned to look at him Ron just grinned like a fool.
Albus Dumbledore stood on Harry's other side, dressed all in periwinkle robes. His electric blue eyes twinkling on the other side of his half moon spectacles. Harry chanced a look at him, and his old headmaster just grinned too.
He turned his head, and looked at the front row of seating. The whole Weasley family was taking up the first row, except for Ginny. When Harry looked at them, they all grinned too, like they knew some joke that he didn't. His fellow students took up the rest of the seating, all chatting with their neighbors. Chatting, and grinning at him.
Finally, the huge double doors opened. A shower of lily petals came down, momentarily obstructing Harry's view.
And then, there she was. Dressed in a flowing white gown, that seemed to ripple without any wind. A thin white vale covering her shining face. A blast of red hair was bobbing behind her, holding up the train of her long dress. As she walked down the isle Harry thought he would die and go to heaven right here and now.
The walk down the isle seemed to take forever in Harry's eyes. But finally she made it up to the alter. She stood across from him, and smiled that smile that made Harry's knees buckle.
After a ceremony that seemed to take forever, Dumbledore finally said.
"Do you Harry take this woman to be your wife?"
"I do." Harry said with more surety than he had ever said anything in his life.
"and do you Hermione take this man to be your husband?" Dumbledore asked.
"I do." Hermione said looking straight into Harry's eyes.
"I know pronounce you Man, and Wife. You may kiss the bride."
Harry kissed her, just like he was told to do. When they parted Hermione looked at him and said.
"I've never been so happy!"
Harry grinned and replied. "This is only the beginning."
The music started to play, and Harry began to sweat even more than he already was a minute previous. His eyes were fixed on the door to the Great Hall, never leaving the crack between them. Ron nudged him in the ribs, but when Harry turned to look at him Ron just grinned like a fool.
Albus Dumbledore stood on Harry's other side, dressed all in periwinkle robes. His electric blue eyes twinkling on the other side of his half moon spectacles. Harry chanced a look at him, and his old headmaster just grinned too.
He turned his head, and looked at the front row of seating. The whole Weasley family was taking up the first row, except for Ginny. When Harry looked at them, they all grinned too, like they knew some joke that he didn't. His fellow students took up the rest of the seating, all chatting with their neighbors. Chatting, and grinning at him.
Finally, the huge double doors opened. A shower of lily petals came down, momentarily obstructing Harry's view.
And then, there she was. Dressed in a flowing white gown, that seemed to ripple without any wind. A thin white vale covering her shining face. A blast of red hair was bobbing behind her, holding up the train of her long dress. As she walked down the isle Harry thought he would die and go to heaven right here and now.
The walk down the isle seemed to take forever in Harry's eyes. But finally she made it up to the alter. She stood across from him, and smiled that smile that made Harry's knees buckle.
After a ceremony that seemed to take forever, Dumbledore finally said.
"Do you Harry take this woman to be your wife?"
"I do." Harry said with more surety than he had ever said anything in his life.
"and do you Hermione take this man to be your husband?" Dumbledore asked.
"I do." Hermione said looking straight into Harry's eyes.
"I know pronounce you Man, and Wife. You may kiss the bride."
Harry kissed her, just like he was told to do. When they parted Hermione looked at him and said.
"I've never been so happy!"
Harry grinned and replied. "This is only the beginning."