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Flash Forward: One month

The weather couldn't have been any better. The sun was high in the sky and shining in all its glory. For once, I wasn't annoyed by its appearance. There was not a cloud in the sky, and a warm breeze fluttered through the trees.

I finished retching in the toilet and leaned back against the bathroom door. I had been sick for quite awhile, always in the mornings. Even though the signs pointed to pregnancy, I wouldn't believe it. I kept telling myself that it was just nerves. And today was no exception.

"Herms? It's time to get in your dress," Ginny's voice rang softly from the hall. I moaned and pushed myself up, opening the door and walking out in the hall. "Herms!" Ginny went wide-eyed and hurried over to me. "Are you alright? You look so pale!"

I shook my head and walked to the guest bedroom where I was to get ready. "It's nothing Ginny. Just nerves is all," I replied.

"Oh...well, alright. Let's get you into that dress then," Ginny didn't seem completely convinced but she let the subject drop. She hurried over to where my dress was hanging and took it off the hanger. "Come on Herms, get out of those pajamas and into this thing," Ginny said impatiently.

I smiled and pulled off my top and bottoms, letting Ginny slide the dress over my head. I stood in front of the mirror as she zipped me up. Even though I wasn't a conceited person, I felt a warm glow at how wonderful the dress looked.

It was simple enough, the skirting flowing out and the strapless top fitting snugly to me. There were small, crystallized beads engraved into the corset, making a pretty design. The dress was white, made of soft silk and utterly gorgeous.

As if Ginny was reading my mind she breathed out, "You look beautiful Hermione."

I smiled and turned to face her, all thoughts of my morning sickness fleeing from my head. She looked just as beautiful in the light pink dress I had picked out for her. She was my maid of honor, as everyone had suspected she would be. "Thanks Ginny. For everything. Without you, I wouldn't have learned some important lessons."

She grinned and gave me a quick hug. "It was my pleasure," she laughed. "Now, let's get those slippers on you so you can get to your wedding on time!" She produced a pair of white high-heeled sandals. I slipped them on and stood up, my dress completely hiding them from the public.

"Hermione! Ginny! We're waiting for you!" Mrs. Weasley's voice called up the stairs. Tears sprang to my eyes as I hugged Ginny tightly to me. She laughed and held me at arm's length.

"You're beautiful Herms. Now, go get married!" she said, starting to tug me towards the door. I followed her out and down the creaky steps to the back door. After seeing that Ginny and I had finally arrived, Mrs. Weasley left to take her seat. On cue, I gave Anna a little push and she began her walk down the aisle as flower girl.

I smiled to myself as I hear the small trickles of laughter she drew from the audience. When she was an appropriate distance from the door, my wedding party set off, Ginny giving me a quick squeeze before setting off.

"Are you ready?" my dad's deep voice asked me.

I turned to smile at him. "You bet I am."

He held out his arm and I looped mine through it. The wedding march began and taking a deep, excited breath, I stepped out into the sunshine. I blushed slightly as everyone around me stood up, taking in my appearance. But the only one I had eyes for was Ron, who stood at the alter.

He looked handsome dressed in his tux, nervously fidgeting. As the march faded away, my dad kissed me on my cheek and went to join the audience. I took my place facing Ron.

"You okay?" he whispered. I nodded very slightly but dared not to speak for the minister had begun.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to join this woman and man in matrimony," he announced. I heard a few murmurs of approval from the crowd.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley, will you take Hermione Jane Granger to be your wedded wife? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her in sickness and in health until death do you part?" the minister asked, looking down over his glasses.

"I do," Ron said. My heart felt fit to burst in my chest. I couldn't help but grin.

"Hermione Jane Granger, do you take Ronald Bilius Weasley to be your wedded husband? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him in sickness and in health until death do you part?"

I nodded before saying the words, "I do." They felt so natural and warm to me. It was hard to believe that just a month ago I had repeatedly told myself that the man in front of me didn't love me and never would.

"If anyone shows just cause of why this man and this woman should not be joined in matrimony, please speak now of forever hold your peace."

There was a deadly silence over the crowd. The minister beamed, obviously happy that there were no objections to this marriage.

"I know pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride," the minister announced, giving Ron a slight nod.

There was an eruption of cheers as Ron bent his head. I grinned and threw my arms around his neck, meeting his lips with my own. All sound drowned away as we stood there, involved in just the two of us. This is where I should've been all along, I thought to myself as Ron took my hand and began to lead me back down the aisle.

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