09/02/04
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything that has a copyright in this fic.
A/N: So, this is the last chapter of Meetings and Letters! ::cries:: I actually wrote this at, like, eight thiry/nine o'clock. I'm totally tired. Anyway, I really hope you like it! Please review!!!
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Eight
Epilogue
Hermione stood in the kitchen of her house in Notting Hill, making some brownies for the Halloween party.
The front door banged open, and someone trudged in, obviously not caring if they made a racket. Hermione grabbed her wand, and went slowly to the kitchen door. Opening it, she saw a half-asleep Oliver Wood leaning against her door.
Oliver grinned charmingly. "Hello there," he said, Scottish brogue enhanced by his tiredness.
Hermione smiled. "You should be asleep," she reminded him.
"I'll nap in your room later," he said, yawning. She started to open her mouth. "Not with you! By myself, thanks. You kick when you nap. It's annoying." Hermione glared at him. He smiled carelessly and tickled her.
She laughed, and turned up the stereo.
Everybody in this place can up and move away For all I care, this town's already dead and emptyI'm told that I'm a victim of obsession
That's what my friends say
Oh, I'm a fool for having ever let her tempt me
I turn pale when she walks byI am lost in her eyes
She is always on my mind
She is always on my mind
She glances over but she keeps walking down that street
All I do is hope that she is thinking of me
If I could blink, if I could breathe, if I could get my legs to move
Well, this could be the day I get this girl to love me
I turn pale when she walks by
I am lost in her eyes
She is always on my mind
She is always on my mind
She had turned from a sound
Well, I must have cried out loud
She is always on my mind
She is always on my mind
If I could blink, if I could breathe, if I could get my legs to move
Well, this could be the day I get this girl to love me
I turn pale when she walks by
I am lost in her eyes
She is always on my mind
She is always on my mind
She had turned from a sound
Well, I must have cried out loud
She is always on my mind
She is always on my mind
She is always on my mind
She is always on my mind
Around the second verse, Oliver had grabbed Hermione, and they started to dance; him in his Quidditch robes covered in grass stains, her in a floury apron, t-shirt, and jeans.
Oliver sang along into Hermione's ear. "She is always on my mind, she is always on my mind," he whispered to her, smiling and kissing her ear. He pulled back and grinned at her rather pink face. "It's true, you know. The team got a two-day break because, and I quote, 'That ruddy Keeper can't get his mind off his bloody girlfriend,' end quote."
"You should really try to focus more, Ol," Hermione said sternly, as Oliver dipped her. However, it is very difficult to be serious while your boyfriend is dipping you to a Phantom Planet song. "I mean, this is your dream and everything."
"Eh," he said, pulling her up, "it's not as much fun as you are." Hermione blushed, and he grinned wider. He pulled her closer and kissed her softly, then harder.
They had made their way over to the counter, where Oliver was kissing Hermione most profusely, when the doorbell rang.
"Shit," Hermione said. Oliver was both amused and minorly shocked. Hermione almost never swore. She grinned at Oliver. "Just when it was getting good, too."
Oliver looked huffy. "I must protest," he said snootily, "it's always good."
"Yeah. Right." Hermione left the kitchen and Oliver drifted behind her, yawning a bit. She opened the door to reveal someone she hadn't seen in ages. "Excuse me, who's this?" she asked a stack of boxes and the lower half a person.
"Oof. Hermione, it's me, Fred. I've come with the decorations, and if you don't move I'm going to drop them!" said Fred Weasley's disembodied voice from behind the boxes. Hermione quickly moved aside, and Fred went through to the living room, followed by three more sets of floating boxes with half-humans bellow them.
"Hey Hermione," George's voice said, following Fred.
"Hey," came Bill's voice, as he followed the twins.
"Umph...Hi 'Mione," Charlie said, pushing something into the living room.
"Hi boys," Hermione said, following them into the living room.
Oliver looked at them indignantly. "What am I? Chopped liver?" he asked, voice booming.
Fred and George jumped. "Wha-what?" they turned to see Oliver. "Oliver!" they exclaimed, hopping over a box or two, to hug their old Captain. "How are you?" Fred asked.
"What's the national team like?" George asked.
Oliver grinned at Hermione. "This is more like it," he said, voice back to normal. "I'm good, thanks for asking, though I am a bit tired. And the national team is just like Puddlemere or Hogwarts—lots of work, and an annoying pair of twins who are just awful."
"Really?" George said.
"Yes," Hermione said. "Eddie and Ian are simply awful. I don't know how Oliver does it."
"You've met them?" Fred asked her.
"Yeah, I've met the entire team," Hermione said, grinning. "When you're dating the Co-Captain, it's hard not to."
"Wait a sec," Charlie cut in. "You're dating Oliver? That's rich."
"No, no, it's true," Oliver said, putting an arm around Hermione's waist. "We've been going out for—what?—two weeks? Three? I don't know."
"Two weeks?" Bill asked, pulling out a streamer that spat out random criticism and tacking it on the wall. "Wow. That's really long, when are you two long-timers getting hitched?" He grinned. "You'd better not tell Mum, she's got Ginny almost married off, she'll be looking for a new project soon."
Hermione laughed. "No, Mrs. Weasley's very happy for us and promised to stay out of it. It's Ol's mum I'm worried about."
"Ooh, yeah," Charlie said, remembering something from when Oliver joined the Gryffindor team when he was Captain. "When Oliver got taken out by that Bludger, Mrs. Wood sent me three Howlers and visited me to yell at me in person. Not fun."
"Sorry, mate," Oliver said, laughing. "Mum's a bit protective."
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Hermione left the Weasley's to put up the decorations, and pulled Oliver upstairs.
Thrusting him into her room, she took his jacket off, and made him get in her bed.
"Sleep," she ordered. "I won't have you falling asleep at my party. In the punch bowl or anywhere else. So sleep!" She arched her eyebrows at him sternly, and he meekly rolled over and went to sleep.
Hermione's room was actually very nice. It was painted a pale shade of orange, and she had paintings of red flowers hung all over. Her cousin, who had moved to America to get a job, since she was five years older than Hermione, had painted them and sent them to Hermione, who had had them mounted and framed. A large five feet tall window was in the middle of the wall, and it looked out onto the street. Currently, the scarlet curtains Hermione had were covering it. Her room was the biggest, being the Master Bedroom. She actually had no idea how she had convinced Harry and Ron that since she was the girl, she should get the Master bedroom, but she did. Maybe it was because they were afraid of the feminine products being "accidentally" left out on the counter.
Her bathroom had a large bathtub, which was also the shower. It was all white, except for the towels, which were purple. And some scented jasmine candles, which were light green.
Her room also featured two bookcases, and a dresser and a nightstand. She had a lamp on her nightstand, but the ceiling light lighted mainly the room. Her bed was a queen size, and had a red comforter with orange flowers on it. The pillows had matching cases. Oliver was currently curled up under this comforter, in his red uniform with blue trim and lettering.
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Hermione went back downstairs and into the kitchen to shoo the twins away from the brownie batter, which she put into a baking pan, and placed the pan into the oven.
She then pulled a gigantic punch bowl out of her enchanted cupboard, and placed it on the island, next to the fifteen liters of cranberry juice, and the twenty liters of ginger ale. She poured each liter in, and then stirred the whole thing, before enchanting it to stay cold, no matter what.
She sighed. She'd made all the party food she was going to. Harry and Ron were going to make some other things, and Ginny was bringing some from Molly when she came, which, according to Hermione's watch, would be in an hour and a half. Hermione gave a small "eep!" and ran out of the kitchen, giving quick instructions to Bill to place the brownies somewhere where the twins couldn't get them.
She ran up the steps and into her bedroom, and tiptoed quietly to the bathroom to take a relaxing bath before she got ready. Before completely undressing and climbing into the tub, she wrote a note to Oliver and taped it to his forehead.
Dear Oliver, she wrote.
When you get this, I will most likely still be in the tub. Please DO NOT GO IN THE BATHROOM!!! IF YOU DO, YOU ARE IN SERIOUS TROUBLE!!!! When you wake up, just floo or Apparate home so you can change for the party. You may come back after that, and chat with the Weasley's all of whom (except for Molly and Arthur) will be here tonight. Also, I need you here to greet your family, as they scare me. I'm looking forward to seeing what your costume is!
Love,
Hermione
Hermione quickly left him alone, and went to take her bath.
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Oliver woke up an hour after Hermione had taped the note to his forehead. He yawned, read the note, and promptly Apperated home to change.
He opened his closet door, trying not to trip as his cat, Lady, wound between his legs.
Pulling his costume out of the closet, he patted Lady, picked her up with his free hand, and set her on the bed. She purred, and bumped her head on his thigh.
"Not now, Lady," he said, stripping down. He went into the bathroom and turned the water in the shower on.
Five minutes—and one clean Oliver later—he came out and put on some boxers and pulled on the pants for his costume. He grinned, and put on the undershirt and robes.
Walking over to his full-length mirror, he checked his costume. Judging it acceptable, he went over to the fireplace, and tossed some floo powder in it. "Hermione Granger's bedroom!"
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Hermione had gotten out of the bath about half an hour before Oliver had woken up. She was currently putting the finishing touches on her costume, which was an eighteenth-century duchess. Her long, emerald gown had a full skirt, complete with hoop petticoat and corset.
"Damn corset," she muttered, trying to breathe.
The square neckline dipped down low, but not to low, and it was trimmed with gold lace. Her hair, tamed with a charm, not to mention some shampoo, was put into a bun that dripped loose curls all down her back. She looked at her reflection and smiled, satisfied.
There was a loud popping noise, and Hermione turned to see Oliver dusting himself off, fully costumed.
"That's an...interesting costume, Oliver," Hermione said, trying not to laugh.
"I knew you'd like it," he replied. "So. Am I sexier than Obi Wan?"
"Oh, yeah," Hermione said, walking over to him, and straightening his Jedi robes. "By a long shot, for sure."
"Well, then," Oliver said, kissing her lightly, "let's go party."
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They walked down the stairs, holding hands, when Ron grabbed Hermione's hand, dragging her over to the front door. Consequently, Oliver was dragged, too.
"They're here," Ron hissed, pointing.
"Who, Ron?" Hermione asked him.
"Oliver's parents. And his sister," Ron said. "Now, my lookout position is finished. I've got to pry the Siamese bride and groom, who are attached at the mouth, apart." He nodded to Oliver, mouth twitching at his costume choice.
Ron had come as a stable groom, and his girlfriend, Padma Patil, was a milkmaid.
Harry, ironically, came as a Death Eater, and Ginny came as a Muggle captive. Hermione saw Ron march over to them where they were sitting in a corner, and whack Harry upside the back of his head.
Laughing, she and Oliver went over to greet his family.
"Mum, Dad," he said, smiling, holding Hermione's hand, "this is Hermione Granger, my girlfriend. Hermione, these are my parents, Nancy and Nigel Wood."
Hermione smiled. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Wood. Oliver's told me about you." She held out her hand, and Nigel shook it, smiling.
"It's very nice to meet you, Hermione," Nigel said, very friendly. Nigel Wood was a very laid-back man. He had to be, to deal with his wife. "Isn't it, Nancy?" He elbowed his wife, and she jumped slightly.
"Yes," she said, smiling at her son's girlfriend. "It's very lovely to meet you, Hermione."
"Good job," murmured Nigel, giving his wife a gummi bear.
Hermione turned to Oliver, a questioning look in her eyes. "I'll tell you later," he said in a low tone. "Mum, Dad, have fun. Olivia! Leo! How are you? How's the baby?"
Leo was busy trying not to laugh at his brother-in-law's costume. "Interesting choice of," laughter, "outfit, Oliver," he said, not managing to hold in the laughter.
"Speak for yourself," Oliver replied, a wicked gleam in his eyes. Leo and Olivia had come as Romeo and Juliet, tights and all. Leo glared at Oliver. Oliver just laughed, leading Hermione away to chat with some other people.
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"Phew," Hermione said, plopping down on a couch. It was 1 A.M. and the guests had FINALLY left. "That was...fun." She looked at Harry and Ginny, who were at it again. She hit Harry's bicep. "What do you think, Mr. Death Eater, sir?"
"Huh? Death Eater? Where?" Harry asked, brandishing his wand. He glared at Hermione, who grinned innocently. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, Mione. Very funny. I'm laughing so hard!"
Ginny, who had thought it was funny, recovered from her giggles, kissed Harry's cheek, and got up. "I've got to go, love. Mum'll be worried."
"See you tomorrow," Harry called.
"No you won't," she said. "The groom isn't allowed to see the bride for twenty-four hours before the wedding. I'm off-limits for tomorrow, and the morning after. See you at the alter, lover boy!" She waved cheekily, and flooed home.
"Good choice," Hermione said, patting Harry's shoulder. She yawned, and went up the stairs to her room.
Oliver had gone home an hour before, claiming "the need to sleep for at least thirty hours." He would, however, be at the wedding. He'd gotten clearance from the coach, after getting Harry to allow the coach—who was a relative of the Weasley's—to buy Silver Streak's earlier than the rest of the international league.
Hermione yawned again, taking her gown off and hanging it up in the closet before she put on her "I Love Oliver Wood" pajamas, which Oliver had gotten her as a joke right after they met.
She climbed into her bed and went to sleep.
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The next morning, Hermione rose leisurely, taking a long, lazy shower before eating breakfast. She washed her hair with her favorite shampoo, which smelled like tangerines. Drying off, she got dressed. She picked out a pair of low-rider jeans and an amber sweater.
She went downstairs, grabbed some cereal, and slung her purse over her shoulder.
"I'm going to the Burrow!" she yelled up the stairs. "If Oliver calls or floo's, just hang out for a bit, ok?" There was a muffled response. "I'm going to drive over, see you all tomorrow at the church!" She picked up her car keys from the dish on the foyer table, and left.
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She arrived at the Burrow about forty-five minutes later. She grinned as she got out of the car, as Molly was shooing all the male Weasley's out of the house.
Hermione walked by the dejected bunch. "Hey, why don't you six go over to my house and hang for the day?" she told Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Percy, who had been forgiven, Fred, and George. "Harry and Ron are there, so don't worry. But don't go into my room: Fred and George." She eyed the twins suspiciously.
"Don't worry, Hermione," Bill said cheerfully, clapping his arms around his younger brother's shoulders. "I'll keep them in line." The twins gulped, eying each other nervously.
"Thanks, Bill." Hermione walked past the group, and went inside the house to be met by a flying vase. "Immobuilus!" she cried, flicking her wand at the crystal vessel. "What the-?" she said, walking through the doorway. "Gin? What's the matter?"
Ginny stood in tears. "I-I-I," she became incoherent. "I DON'T KNOW IF I'M READY FOR THIS!"
Hermione plastered a big smile on her face. "Shit," she muttered. Louder, "Ginny, you love Harry. He loves you. This is going to work!"
"Really?" Ginny sniffed.
"Really. Now, get your dress. We've got some last-minute touches to put on it," Hermione said firmly.
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They finished touching up the dress. The dress was strapless, with a full-length skirt that had lace with a rose design on it. It was pure white, and Ginny looked like an angel.
Molly Weasley teared up when she saw her only daughter in her wedding dress. She ran over and crushed both Hermione and Ginny in a bear hug.
"Mrs. Weasley," said Hermione, voice muffled by Mrs. Weasley's sweater. "You're crushing me. Us!" she added, when Ginny poked her.
Mrs. Weasley let go and dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. "This is the second-third-fourth—no, wait—tenth happiest moment in my life." She sniffed. "I've got to go check on my roast."
Hermione looked at Ginny and started giggling. They started laughing, and before long, they were on the couch, clutching their stomachs with the laughter.
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Around five o'clock Lavender Brown, Luna Lovegood, Marcia Vane, Yeony Kath (whose parent's meant to name Peony, but misspelled it), and the Patil twins showed up for the bachelorette party.
They played games until two in the morning, and Parvati dared Ginny to French Harry when the minister said, "You may kiss the bride." Ginny accepted, looking smug.
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The next day Hermione woke up with Ginny shaking her, yelling, "I CAN'T FIND MY VEIL! I CAN'T FIND MY VEIL!"
Hermione sighed, and calmly located the veil draped over a clock in Bill's room.
Ginny looked fascinated. "I have no idea how it got there," she said, puzzled.
Hermione grinned, and fixed it on her head. "I, for one, don't want to know."
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How they made their way to the church, Hermione never figured out. But, they made it; Ginny got dressed in her wedding dress, Hermione in her lilac Maid-of-Honor dress, and Molly in her jade Mother of the Bride dress.
As Hermione walked down the aisle escorted by Ron, she saw Oliver watching her, grinning, and fumbling with something in his pocket. She smiled at him, and took her place by Ginny, holding the clutch that had Harry's ring in it nervously.
The minister cleared his throat. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to unite these two people in the blessed union of marriage. If anyone protests, speak now or forever hold your tongue." He paused, looked around the room, and continued. "Now, do you, Harry James Potter, take this woman for your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in richer and in poorer, through sickness and through health, for as long as you both shall live, till death do you part?"
"I do," said Harry, as Ginny slid his ring on.
"Do you, Virginia Anne Weasley take this man for your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in richer and in poorer, through sickness and through health, for as long as you both shall live, till death do you part?"
"I do," Ginny said, beaming, as Harry slid her ring on.
"Well, then, by the power vested in me by the Ministry of Magic and the Church of England, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Harry leaned over to kiss Ginny, and Hermione saw his eyes pop open with surprise. She suppressed a giggle. The organ started to play, and Harry led Ginny down the aisle, beaming as he looked at his wife.
Hermione stood watching them, until Oliver came over, took her hand, and led her to the reception.
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They were out on the dance floor and the song ended. Oliver got a huge grin on his face. "Wait here," he told Hermione. He went over to the DJ and told him something. The DJ grinned, and looked through the songs that were available. He nodded at Oliver, who grinned and made his way back over to Hermione. "Wait for it," he said.
The music began to play.
L
is for the way you look at me,
O is for the only one I see.
V
is very, very extraordinary,
E is even more than anyone that you
adore can...
Love is all that I can give to you,
Love is
more than just a game for two.
Two in love can make it,
Take
my heart and please don't break it,
Love was made for me and you.
L is for the way you look at me,
O is for the only one I
see.
V is very, very extra-ordinary,
E is even more than
anyone that you adore can...
And love is all that I can give
to you,
Love is more than just a game for two.
Two in love
can make it,
Take my heart and please don't break it,
Love
was made for me and you...
Love was made for me and you...
Love
was made for me and you!
Oliver danced her around the floor, waltzing, and twirling. At the end of the song, he managed to twirl Hermione out of the hall into a side garden. She sat down on the only bench in there, smiling at him.
He knelt in front of her, and fiddled with something in his pocket.
"Now, Hermione," he said, "I know we haven't been dating long, but we've been friends for a while, and I felt something for you before then. I'm not sure if I should ask you this, but I'm going to anyway." He pulled out a small black velvet box and snapped it open. It contained a platinum band with a four-carat square-cut diamond. He took it out, and held it in between his thumb and forefinger. "Will you, Hermione Granger, marry me?"
Hermione looked at him, mouth slightly agape. She let out her breath, slowly taking another one in. "I- I- Yes!" she exclaimed, jumping into Oliver's arms. He kissed her, a slow, long kiss. He pulled back, and took her left hand, and slipped the ring on her third finger. It fit perfectly. "How did you?" she asked.
"I enchanted it so it'd fit you no matter what," he replied, grinning at her. "Now, c'mon, let's go crazy, baby."
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Three Months Later
Hermione was pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace in her living room. Ginny was sitting on a couch, watching her and trying not to laugh.
"I believe, Hermione, dear," Ginny said, sipping her iced tea. "That you told me this before my wedding. And I quote: 'You love Oliver. He loves you. This is going to work!' And I unquote." She looked at Hermione, amused. "Anyway, if you don't marry him, I'll beat you to death with my English team season tickets."
"Season tickets?" Hermione asked, eyebrows arched.
"Permanent season tickets," Ginny said smugly. "Courtesy of Oliver."
"Of course," Hermione murmured, grinning. "He's so nice." An evil grin formed on her face. "So, did he give you his wedding shower present?"
Ginny's face contorted. "Yes," she mumbled, glaring into the distance. "In front of MUM!"
"Oh, Lord," Hermione said, laughing.
"And thanks, by the way, for the BASSINET!" Ginny yelled. "MUM'S GOT IDEAS NOW!"
"What's the commotion?" Harry said amiably, sauntering in with Oliver behind him. They were in Quidditch robes. It had been take-a-Ministry-person-to-practice-day. Oliver had claimed Harry before anyone else, for which Harry was grateful. Ian Alister had claimed Percy Weasley, the assistant to the Minister of Magic, Mark Jensen.
"Nothing," Hermione said over Ginny's answer.
"You'll never guess, love," Oliver said, "what Ian did to poor Percy."
Hermione kissed his cheek. "No, what?" she asked, grinning.
"Well," Oliver mused, "do you want me to start with the before warm-ups or after?"
Hermione stared at him, mouth agape, horrified. "Poor Percy!" she breathed. "Ian must've killed him!"
"Almost," Oliver agreed. His eyes unfocused for a moment, remembering something. "It was bloody funny, but the team was sworn to secrecy because of Perce's ego."
Hermione smothered a giggle. "That I can believe," she said, mouth twitching. "I don't want to know, anyway." Oliver sat down next to her and she snuggled up against him. "So, how do you feel?"
"Awful," Oliver said. "I could use a hot drink." He looked pointedly at Ginny.
"Hey!" she said, frowning. "I'm Harry's slave now, ask your fiancée!"
Oliver turned to Hermione, who raised her eyebrows at him. "Get your own," she said. "Or at least say please."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaseeeeee," he pleaded, putting on his best puppy-dog eyes.
Hermione's heart melted. "Aw, Oliver," she said, getting up, "what do you want?"
"Hmm... how about some tea? Raspberry, with five spoons of sugar?" Oliver asked.
"Ok," Hermione said, hurrying off to the kitchen.
Harry grinned at Oliver. "She's got it bad for you, mate," he said, draping an arm over Ginny's shoulders, "she wouldn't get a drink for just anyone. Particularly Ron and me."
Oliver grinned as Hermione came back with his drink. As she handed him the mug, he pulled her down next to him, and into his arms.
"I love you," he murmured into her ear. She smiled up at him and told him she loved him, too.
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The Wedding Day
Hermione stood in a dressing room across from the hall where everyone was sitting, looking at herself in the mirror.
Her dress was tight until the waist where it tapered into a full skirt. It was plain white satin with an ivy pattern embroidered near the bottom seam. It was strapless, but wasn't too tight.
Her hair had been transformed into manageable curls that were pinned securely to her head, with many dripping down her back. Her veil was covering her face with one thin sheet of gauze. Around the edges of the veil was the same pattern that was embroidered on her dress.
The door opened, and she turned to see Ginny smiling at her. "It's time," she said.
Hermione walked to the door, careful to pick up her skirts so as to not step on them. Walking through the held-open door, she waited by the main doors as her bridesmaids, Lavender and Parvati, headed through them and down the aisle. Ginny, her matron-of-honor, smiled widely and exited the same way.
Hermione stood, breathing, until she heard the Wedding March start, and the mahogany doors swung open. She stood facing the altar where Oliver stood, smiling at her, and she walked down the aisle.
Her parents had been away in Columbia on a compassionate dentist mission when Oliver had proposed, and were actually flying back to England at that moment.
She got to the altar, and Oliver took her arm and they turned to the minister.
The minister, who was a great-uncle of Oliver's, looked down on them from a dais, frowning. "We are gathered here in the sight of God and all these witnesses, to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony. Do you, Oliver Nigel Wood, take her, Hermione Anne Granger, to be your lawful wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health until death do you part?"
"I do," Oliver said, as Hermione slipped a platinum band onto his ring finger.
"And do you, Hermione Anne Granger," Thermon Wood said, sifting his gaze to Hermione, who resisted the urge to back up a few paces, "take him, Oliver Nigel Wood, to be your lawful wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health until death do you part?"
"I do," Hermione responded, as Oliver just slipped the ring he'd given her when he proposed, since Hermione had insisted that they use that ring instead of buying a new one to save money.
"Then, by the power vested in me by the Church of England and the Ministry of Magic, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
Oliver leaned over and kissed Hermione, savoring the moment. They broke apart and faced their family and friends and walked down the aisle to the reception.
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Two Years Later
Hermione and Oliver stood in their front yard in the house they'd bought a year and a half ago when she was six months pregnant with their son Alec, and watched him as he ran around playing with his new puppy.
Oliver stood behind his wife, his arms wrapped around her, hands resting on her seven months pregnant stomach, hoping to feel the baby kick. This was baby number two, and Hermione was hoping it was a girl.
He kissed her head, getting a mouthful of hair. Hermione had taken to pinning her hair up in a bun like she had at their wedding. She looked up and him and smiled.
"Ollie," she said, she was the only one allowed to call him Ollie, "could you please tell me what color my shoes are? I can't tell."
He peered over her stomach to see her shoes. "Matching. They're both black and flip-flops."
"Yes," she said, "but are they the same kind of flip-flop?"
He squinted at the shoes a little harder. "Um, the same, I believe."
"Good," she said. She looked up at him again. "I love you."
He turned her so she faced him. "And I love you," he said, kissing her.
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A/N: So, this is the end, and now I have more time for other things, like Growing Up! Or another story. So, what did you think? Did you like the ending? Please review!!!!!!!!!!