And then he holds me
by Lady Draco
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that belongs to Harry Potter or JKRowling (brilliant woman).
Rating: PG I believe. Angst, HG/SS, character death(s).
Note: I wrote this sometime ago but never got to upload it. Hope it's okay.
Chapter Three
I sometimes remember the happier times, the times after the War. It is rare but it does happen. I still sit at my window but these times I am not in a trance.
I remember.
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I sit in a room at the back of the Great Hall. I can hear the chatter of people through the door. I sigh wearily. The door opens slightly and I turn around. Ginny Weasley stands there, dressed in an elegant plum dress. She smiles softly and moves toward me as I stand up. She embraces me closely as I do her.
She fixes my hair and dress, chattering non-stop beside me. I reply nervously. Soon, I am ready. With one last embrace, she approaches the door. Taking a deep breath, I step out.
The hall is decorated beautifully. Balloons float bewitched around the ceiling; flowers decorate the sides. Pews have been set up towards the front of the hall and I recognise a few people staring back at me. Arthur and Fred Weasley smile happily down at me. I feel a surge of sadness run through my veins. The remainder of the Weasley family had passed during the War.
My second family.
My eyes move to the left and I see Professor McGonagall seated beside Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnegan and Draco Malfoy. Draco had come across to our side before the war had begun. He was the one had informed us off the mass Death Eater attack. He smiles, reassuring me.
From what seems like the depths of Hogwarts, a soft tune begins. I watch Ginny's back as she walks slowly down the centre. After a few deep breathes, I follow her. I feel people looking at me and I hear the distant sob of which I recognise as my Mother's. I look above Ginny's head and into the eyes of my future husband.
He smiles at me softly and is momentarily distracted by his best man. The younger man beside him whispers into his ear. I smile as I watch the grin spread on Severus' face. He whispers something back to the other man which causes Harry to chuckle.
As I approach the front of the hall, Severus moves slowly down to me. He extends his hand which I take softly. He smiles gently at me and we move towards Dumbledore. The older man smiles at me, his eyes twinkling. He begins the ceremony but I am hardly listening. I look into Severus' eyes, the eyes I had looked into many times before. I no longer see the sorrow. I no longer see the pain. I see the joy.
The ceremony ends with us engulfed in a bright light. A thin string of red and green light seems to attach my heart to Severus'. He grins at me before pulling me into a soft, passionate kiss.
And then he holds me.
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As I sit here, staring out of the window, I smile to myself. The memories, good and bad, still remain.
I shift slightly in my seat as I watch a robin fly through the air. I am so lost in my thoughts that I jump slightly when I feel the hand on my shoulder. I turn to look into the eyes of my husband.
"Hermione ..." he says, in a soft voice.
"Thank you."
And then he holds me.
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